<?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-18944099</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:06:59.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>went crazy.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>G</name><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>553</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18944099.post-6595711860212799993</id><published>2009-03-07T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:24:06.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember when i was in primary 6 or sec 1, i would look for a nice blogskin for my blog. i would spend like 1 hour or more organizing the template, transferring data like links/tagboard and trying to customize some bits of the blogskin to make it my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its like, im just too lazy to even post everyday.&lt;br /&gt;haha I'd much rather watch my dramas/serials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days of the week are passing so fast don't you think.&lt;br /&gt;fridays are my nap days :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-6595711860212799993?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6595711860212799993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6595711860212799993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#6595711860212799993' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-6862582856678107483</id><published>2009-02-23T20:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:42:11.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;so these weeks have been less busy. it feels so normal, without common tests and stuff. like we arent even bothered if the other levels are having them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want &lt;u&gt;'At the beginning'&lt;/u&gt;, the Anastasia soundtrack by richard marx and donna lewis, to be one of my wedding songs. :D so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and japanese dramas i (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;) you! they are so happy and sad at the same time, and soo funny and original. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's this.&lt;br /&gt;some things just happen the way they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-6862582856678107483?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6862582856678107483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6862582856678107483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#6862582856678107483' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-6655946916441840555</id><published>2009-02-12T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:42:58.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post is yet another post about dance. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;wth it caused me so many bruises la. stupid knee slide like-a-superstar thing.&lt;br /&gt;that sinmay kept doing but she doesnt feel any pain at all!&lt;br /&gt;haha i asked shirley&amp;amp;sharon( 2 people who werent involved in that choreo) to try and poor them, they suffered bruises and lotsa friction too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yvette showed us her 2 books and both were super gross.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt read the japanese occupation one, i briefly read the other one, 'the damage done'&lt;br /&gt;during the 2 periods of english.&lt;br /&gt;Its like, every page i turn(cuz i skimmed) there would definitely be some gruesome torture going on in the prison. so then i would read a couple of pages, and turn to a random page again to find YET another torture happening. everything is complete madness.&lt;br /&gt;Hahha yeah. Plus its non-fiction. an actual recount of a guy in real life, can you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmhmmm anyway, happy valentine's in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-6655946916441840555?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6655946916441840555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6655946916441840555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#6655946916441840555' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-3344442077550947949</id><published>2009-02-02T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:40:48.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today we had choices, inline hockey! hahaha quite cool. and lotsa fun.&lt;br /&gt;quite tiring though, sweat a lot under the helmet.&lt;br /&gt;but at least now i look forward to it, unlike dance last year oh gosh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;ah dance, which reminds me we have another performance on a saturday wlao. i thought everything ended and all we had to worry about was SYF. &gt;;/ april april april, and whoosh, done with all performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ok, i need to get on with history and ss. wish me (good)luck!&lt;br /&gt;night you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-3344442077550947949?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3344442077550947949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3344442077550947949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#3344442077550947949' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-5130294761080879833</id><published>2009-01-31T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:18:24.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is like the last day of January, a new flip of the (personalized!)calendar tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol im suddenly reminded of the millions of hungry people in africa, while they have such a selfish government or something?&lt;br /&gt;its like, what may seem so unrealistic is actually more real than you realise. hahah tongue twister much.&lt;br /&gt;which also means.. its alright to dream on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't read my, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't read my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No he can't read my poker face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-5130294761080879833?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5130294761080879833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5130294761080879833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#5130294761080879833' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-5367203917823570517</id><published>2009-01-29T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:40:36.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe happy cny!&lt;br /&gt;reunion dinner as always, was awkward at first, cuz yknow.. not really close to cousins.&lt;br /&gt;but ALSO as usual, after awhile we all got talking :D especially during visiting and trip to malaysia together.&lt;br /&gt;we took like around 3 hours to get there cuz there was quite a big jam at the causeway.&lt;br /&gt;ok once there, we played with the different kinds of firecrackers/fireworks&lt;br /&gt;and my uncle's dog is super cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;yeah then we played blackjack, inbetween(omg la this game. you can lose so much and win so much at 1 go.) and taiti.&lt;br /&gt;lost quite a bit, we stayed up till like 4 plus am and had 4? 5? hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm shopped at Jusco, went back to the house to play again and we drove out to singapore, got back home at around 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i feel like when i meet up with my cousins do i really realise how fast time actually flies.&lt;br /&gt;anyway! im off, have a good night&lt;br /&gt;and may pink angels visit you in your dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-5367203917823570517?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5367203917823570517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5367203917823570517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#5367203917823570517' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-8207590661732371315</id><published>2009-01-23T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:31:38.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just woke up from my nap.&lt;br /&gt;the cny performance is finally over!!&lt;br /&gt;no more staying back till 7+pm anymore!&lt;br /&gt;welcome back 6.30pm, its been so long since ive last met you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to spend my cny with joy reuniting with the relatives. :D haha&lt;br /&gt;alright, have a great holiday, despite how short it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;:):):):) smiley post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-8207590661732371315?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8207590661732371315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8207590661732371315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#8207590661732371315' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1939323389972006195</id><published>2009-01-08T22:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:31:49.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Earth to you, world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok hm, school is about the same as last year.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing bothering me and causing me to be so fatigued is dance.&lt;br /&gt;it ends at like 7 or 7.15pm for 3 days a week and there always seem to be tests the next day(tuesday, humanities yo. thursday what, math?)&lt;br /&gt;and the nextday(like today) i would feel super dead towards the end of school, and nobody likes half/almost dead people.&lt;br /&gt;i think we spend like, beyond half a day at school, and thats quite alarming yknow&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be coming for you anywhere, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;i also seem to always overthink about some stuff and it gets me so annoyed sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and im really grateful for the people who make me laugh. Yes you! :)&lt;br /&gt;another good thing is that chinese isnt so bad anymore? cuz we just do reading and idioms stuff and the teacher gets super comical sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But when chinese essays come marching in, ah then its another thing.&lt;br /&gt;i hope this year gets better as we move along. this is like the time where i have doubts about wanting time to fly.&lt;br /&gt;:S :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaha kkkkkkkkkkkk im really tired so this post is uh.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;night, world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will not be afraid.&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/18944099-1939323389972006195?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1939323389972006195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1939323389972006195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1939323389972006195' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-2327536255787643722</id><published>2009-01-04T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:12:20.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just tried to paste something over our new very green looking Tk organizer and i think it looks sorta weird now. :S&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wont be updating so often, not like i updated often in the past, but now it will be even less often. yeah you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a smashing year, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-2327536255787643722?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/2327536255787643722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/2327536255787643722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#2327536255787643722' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-2972743208435914390</id><published>2008-12-11T21:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:30:56.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) hello world.&lt;br /&gt;my holidays.. have been unfruitful in some ways, but they are very...comfortable and enjoyable. :)&lt;br /&gt;and apparently the holidays are also quickly running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was talking to my old friend and i found out time really whizzed past.&lt;br /&gt;hahah all those years and now i realised i really miss talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although we cant stop time or slow it down, we CAN make it Feel like its running along side with us, and not leaving us behind, by.. just living in the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, i cant wait for christmas! i looove christmas the most, out of all the public holidays.&lt;br /&gt;but that would mean a new year would be starting omg can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;that would also mean the cliched sweet 16 is approaching.(whats with that anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright people,time to do our homework and settle whatever petty disputes we have and just enjoy the remaining holiday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gooooodnight.&lt;br /&gt;may the pink angels visit you in your dreams!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-2972743208435914390?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/2972743208435914390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/2972743208435914390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#2972743208435914390' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1591548588913555028</id><published>2008-11-24T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:31:11.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO world :D&lt;br /&gt;seemed like i was MIA for awhile didnt it?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA anyway i got back from my zoo attachment.&lt;br /&gt;really lots to tell you! ( we got split up into different areas, i was under fragile forest, jael was in treetop forest, shi ting in gibbons, jeslyn in baboons and huijun in kids world)&lt;br /&gt;i really dont think i can fully blog down the things i did right here. too many!&lt;br /&gt;haha and i thought i was quite brave yknow, cos i dont get scared by animals or most insects.&lt;br /&gt;but i was wrong! when i went to the zoo, i had to deal with mealworms, giant millipedes, caterpillars and other stuffs. I KNOW, i hate worms. And yeah, i still didnt dare to hold the mealworm, cos i had to transfer them to another tank so i just grabbed one and fling it over. as for the rest of the mealworms, i asked the other job attachment guy to do.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i allowed the giant millipede to crawl on my arm. really big. hahaha i got a picture, but i havent uploaded it to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;the millipede is actually alright you know, because it doesnt squirm like the worms do. and its legs are prickly, not ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;oh and shi ting and i saved many caterpillar lives by transferring them from dried leaves to fresh leaves. yeah, picked them up one by one, they feel like marshmallows, very soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there are the animals! furry cute things like lemurs, sloths, birds, ducks, mouse deers and etc.&lt;br /&gt;i think i liked the lemurs the most. really playful and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;we had to prepare the food and feed them everyday. i dont know how to express it here, but i can tell you that it was a really amazing experience :)&lt;br /&gt;the zoo keepers were also really funny and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;you see them jokingly scolding the animals and you can tell that they really adore them.&lt;br /&gt;i will end now cos its quite late and yeah, i cant blog everything, i dont have super memory. but i know they are stored somewhere in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm, i learnt a lot of new things and maybe, just maybe, we'll find time to visit them again next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-1591548588913555028?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1591548588913555028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1591548588913555028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1591548588913555028' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7893818289655185778</id><published>2008-11-10T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:53:10.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feeling so puzzled. so dumb, really.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when people tell you something, youre not sure what to do with it because it may or may not make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;it really isnt your secret to tell.&lt;br /&gt;ah well, my job attachment is next week.&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays everyone ;)&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? we are performing for cny next year.&lt;br /&gt;i know, sec 4s actually no need to take part in any performances besides SYF, thats why. :S&lt;br /&gt;seriously, why must we be preoccupied with so many things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7893818289655185778?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7893818289655185778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7893818289655185778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7893818289655185778' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-363649931546912269</id><published>2008-11-04T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:18:34.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know why but today morning first period, my eyes were super itchy. i know i shouldnt, but i kept rubbing and rubbing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im coming down with something.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i keep having dreams these few days, which means im getting enough sleep :D yay&lt;br /&gt;everything will end in 4 days time. well not really EVERYTHING. so many dance things to do. plus the job attachment, but im kinda looking forward to it, because honestly i dont know what exactly we would be doing.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt is cleaning poo lor, thats being stereotypical.&lt;br /&gt;well, going off.&lt;br /&gt;bye you people.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.....&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy 15th birthday yvette!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;thank you for making all of us laugh everyday and being all eccentric most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you have really been a wonderful friend.(disturbing me during sec 2, hahah but whatever!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;here's to you having happier days and being even more lively than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;welcome to being a 15 year old! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-363649931546912269?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/363649931546912269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/363649931546912269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#363649931546912269' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1608890501330212552</id><published>2008-10-31T18:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:49:27.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today in the morning, when i was on the bus, this guy was sitting beside me and a caucasian girl dozing off(i think) was on my other side.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the 3 or 4 seater thing on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;then the guy was holding these Halloween pumpkins and balloons.&lt;br /&gt;he suddenly asked me what time my sch starts and if our sch celebrated halloween? and some other stuff, cant really remember.&lt;br /&gt;i found out they(him and the girl) were from some university and just got back from a halloween party( that explains the pumpkins).&lt;br /&gt;I didnt realise halloween was today leh actually. Is it today? or 1st November?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i think the only time i celebrated halloween was when i was young, where my parents had to go to each room in the house and wait for me to knock the door and say Treat or treat!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAhA i know, so retarded .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was no shooting today so after school we went to the library to read and borrow books. been quite long since i went to the library for books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, we got our jabs yesterday. i actually posted about it, yesterday. but i was afraid some people would go smacking my arm the next day, so i went to edit backspaced that small part. HAHAh. i mean, i doubt people would do such a thing.. but ahem, you never know.&lt;br /&gt;hhahaah yeah ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-1608890501330212552?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1608890501330212552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1608890501330212552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1608890501330212552' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-4379722248239163524</id><published>2008-10-30T18:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:23:09.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>truncated is so draggy, but at least we can always look forward to a break after each subject. Unlike school, where we have to wait 5 periods before a recess, and none after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, we went to Eatz. HAHaha so funny!/fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad just got home from japan, so many nice stuff bought back. especially food :D&lt;br /&gt;i never knew japan had Godiva. i mean, usually they create their own nice food stuff or something.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hope truncated flies by.&lt;br /&gt;jael and i were in the bus and she agrees that handphones and computers can be annoying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;not that i want my cellphone to be gone, but haha im quite sure i can live without it for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;ok, have a good night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4379722248239163524?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4379722248239163524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4379722248239163524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4379722248239163524' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7875585473510843974</id><published>2008-10-28T16:30:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:21:50.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday was at the night safari with a weird mixture of friends. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;nothing scary wan la, there were suppose to be people who scare you from behind during the trail but there was nothing for us. only these gruesome figures and amputated limbs hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on saturday when i was in the cab home from church, i saw this guy who was on a motorcycle beside the cab. his arms appeared to be full of tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;then i looked closer at his wrist, ohhhhh it was actually part of a long sleeved tshirt that looked like skin colour under a short sleeved tshirt. those kinds you know?&lt;br /&gt;then i looked closer AGAIN at his upper arm and i saw skin, the tattoo thing is not part of a tshirt. He didnt even wear a long sleeved tshirt! the tattoo thing were acting like arm warmers!! HAHAHAHAH wth right.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha actcool sia. But its actually really cool,even though its actcool, get it? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wa, i dont know how Johnny Depp always manages to pull off those weird roles (charlie and choc factory,sweeny todd.. etc)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;he can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; STILL&lt;/span&gt; look hot and cool.&lt;br /&gt;hes like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samantha who season2 is out! YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Jael tan Ji er!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being patient with all of us and doing random acts of weirdness(but is actually funny).&lt;br /&gt;youve been a wonderful, funny, lame, kinda laggy at times and amazing friend and bus buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah i cant believe today we actually missed our stop and we met Boonmay and took a bus back in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just continue to be what you are.:)&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy this day, and the days to come!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7875585473510843974?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7875585473510843974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7875585473510843974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7875585473510843974' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-3092486034463507604</id><published>2008-10-24T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:16:32.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im home. can you believe it?! its been TOO long since i have been able to be home before 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;so i skipped shooting, im just too tired today. only had like 5hours of sleep ?&lt;br /&gt;im sure i sounded super monotonous after school.&lt;br /&gt;i think 'tired' has become my superlative. but i dont want it to be!&lt;br /&gt;also didnt follow them to watch High sch musical3. Dont really like that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aircon started to freeze up during geog, hahah kinda uh scary? like you can really hear the sound of something freezing into ice and it started to blow really cold air. like the visible kind of air when you open the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things lined up for November!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Jael, Shiting and i gonna get our flu jab this sunday, for the zoo attachment.&lt;br /&gt;i realised im not that afraid of needles.(aside from the p6 one, wa that one i think they had to burn the needle or smth first before injecting us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think its so cool to be in journalism in the future. you could travel around the world to host documentaries, or those kind of tourist attraction shows. can you imagine it? so enjoyable! or maybe you dont even need to be the person hosting, just some script writer.&lt;br /&gt;HAhaha ok &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; dreams.. or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right ok im off to play!&lt;br /&gt;remind me to collect my IC next week,&lt;br /&gt;bye kidz, have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-3092486034463507604?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3092486034463507604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3092486034463507604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#3092486034463507604' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7942748535432338800</id><published>2008-10-23T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:07:30.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday we went to URA(?). that place is so uh, boring. pictures are at &lt;a href="http://childliked-faith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole's.&lt;/a&gt;  :)&lt;br /&gt;today we had spring cleaning! i think we cleaned so much cleaner last year, cos this year had to clean 2 classes.&lt;br /&gt;yeah issued report book. Hahahah so funny. hmm, year book as well. so many glitches.&lt;br /&gt;after school, we went to eat prata.&lt;br /&gt;i ordered 2 cheese and onion pratas(as in, in 1 prata got cheese AND onion). then the man gave me 3 pratas of dont know what, one of which is egg, which i didnt order.&lt;br /&gt;so i told him and yeah, it was quite hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, he thought i mean DOUBLE cheese. which meant that i had extra cheese in 1 prata.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, miscommunication much?&lt;br /&gt;anyawy, its alright.&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to video world to discuss for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a love story, baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love story by taylor swift is so stuck in your head-addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7942748535432338800?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7942748535432338800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7942748535432338800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7942748535432338800' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1219792932773588119</id><published>2008-10-20T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:35:03.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will sleep early tonight and have a good night's rest.&lt;br /&gt;today in school i was dead, DEAD. ugh especially in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;im a night person.&lt;br /&gt;mornings are nice, but hahah too bad i cant wake up early during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics was cool today. yeah just some simple experiments, but quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright no mood spend my time typing out about my day. byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-1219792932773588119?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1219792932773588119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1219792932773588119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1219792932773588119' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-968064580736722071</id><published>2008-10-14T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:30:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hereby declare that I, Genevieve Low, has the cutest and coolest calendar for 2009. &lt;/span&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D hahahah seriously no joke. Its one of the coolest ideas. Thank yous go out to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; friends.&lt;br /&gt;And such wonderful presents.&lt;br /&gt;i was also looking through my letters/cards from last year and this year. hahaha wa, this wave of nostalgia(for real) just came crashing in. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realised a lot of other stuff, which im not inclined to say here. (i feel like im making a speech)&lt;br /&gt;i had my nap, and im feeling so happy.&lt;br /&gt;not really relavant but lol the 'I feel pretty' song just came into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the pink angels visit you in your dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-968064580736722071?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/968064580736722071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/968064580736722071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#968064580736722071' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-931156722800713609</id><published>2008-10-11T13:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:25:55.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok! i'll summarise as usual.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a surprise(thank you, hahahah ants related), and lotsa fun throughout the day&lt;br /&gt;ok so i met honami and melissa, and caught Eagle eye at around 9.&lt;br /&gt;before the movie we were here and there shopping(so much decision making sometimes,but fun :)), and also looking for my sims2 pets, but all out of stock ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite cool in a way, how people are ruled by computers.&lt;br /&gt;aft the movie around 11pm cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening(not just hearing)all the time, h and m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup not gonna go into details,&lt;br /&gt;have a great day, you people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See I'm a young soul in this very strange world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But why all this hate? try to communicate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finding trust and love is not always easy to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-931156722800713609?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/931156722800713609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/931156722800713609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#931156722800713609' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7410106446609986892</id><published>2008-10-08T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:57:53.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a really goood sleep. i slept early like 11 plus and woke up at 11 plus. HAHA 12 hours eh.&lt;br /&gt;and i had like 4 different dreams! whoa. hahah love.&lt;br /&gt;Black circles im gonna conquer you soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i think one of the dreams was like on heroes 3, i saw claire, peter and tracy/nikki.&lt;br /&gt;heroes 3 like gives you so many questions can. suddenly everyone who were once dead comes back and with ppl playing with the timeline... whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im gonna go get my IC done later. hahah so efficient of me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, may the pink angels visit you in your dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7410106446609986892?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7410106446609986892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7410106446609986892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7410106446609986892' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1605093344864039665</id><published>2008-10-07T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:55:15.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can you spell y-a-y?!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D i just spelled it for you.&lt;br /&gt;everythings over!! i really think school should stop turning on the aircon during exams. it gets too cold. later we get brain freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright im gonna play now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we watched house bunny today. similar storyline to Legally blonde. i think LB was funnier though.&lt;br /&gt;ah, long hours of sleep for the next 5 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-1605093344864039665?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1605093344864039665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1605093344864039665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1605093344864039665' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-6534460529927385739</id><published>2008-10-06T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:44:32.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are times when your life gives you lemons, and you find out there really is no way to make lemonade out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant we get things like blueberries, cupcakes, or even the occasional sour strawberries? at least they are edible the way they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-6534460529927385739?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6534460529927385739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6534460529927385739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#6534460529927385739' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-8097259727365577564</id><published>2008-10-05T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:21:48.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heheheh, 2 more days. it went surprisingly fast.&lt;br /&gt;i havent really thought about what i want to do. only that i would watch as many shows i want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; the guilt. i was watching some serials and i kept looking back to my chem/math. damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i would have time to read again! bought a few recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;lets just concentrate for now.&lt;br /&gt;5 days of pure guilt free little pleasures before the lessons start again :)&lt;br /&gt;bye kidz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh cool i think samantha who2 is airing like tomorrow! i mean, in america at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-8097259727365577564?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8097259727365577564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8097259727365577564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#8097259727365577564' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-3041196804467580033</id><published>2008-09-29T17:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:55:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me :) yupo im happy despite the stupid exams.&lt;br /&gt;many special thanks to those who wished me and for all the gifts :) i really appreciate it! truly.&lt;br /&gt;(the friends, and others as well:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my idiot of a brother called me when i was on the bus like 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;i called him back, thinking he wanted to wish me or something.&lt;br /&gt;turned out he wanted  to ask me where to find the permanent markers at home.&lt;br /&gt;ughwth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? when Jael and i were at the interchange waiting for our buses, suddenly came these 2 people.&lt;br /&gt;these 2 people who had a board/banner and box in tow.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah i was really surprised.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe they actually came all the way when their sch ended in the morning! thanks hon and mel.&lt;br /&gt;then went to just eat and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i got home i found out my brother wanted the markers to actually cancel out the price of my gift which he bought for me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH aww, this is like a rare(almost extinct) occasion where he actually buys something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and yup. thanks(to my dear parents as well)! hope tomorrow will be a great day for all of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wah i really enjoy watching Whose line is it anyway, Samantha who and Identity and sometimes projrunway.&lt;br /&gt;wliia and samantha who is like one of the few shows that really makes me laugh super.&lt;br /&gt;hope samantha who season2 comes out soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-3041196804467580033?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3041196804467580033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3041196804467580033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#3041196804467580033' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7305361816418172597</id><published>2008-09-24T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:36:20.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm almost alive, and I need you to try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's okay that we're dying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I need to survive tonight, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i think im such a worry wart. i feel sorry for melissa. i was so jumpy and spouting all these weird exaggerated nonsense to her. turned out i was worried for NOTHING at all.(this is one of those things where you shouldnt bother asking what it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaah ok school is such a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna nap my sleep deprivation away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study hard, kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7305361816418172597?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7305361816418172597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7305361816418172597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7305361816418172597' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-6473313956560277742</id><published>2008-09-17T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:54:43.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school can be so terrible - when you let it get to you.&lt;br /&gt;school can be funny and just fine - when you let it.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i tip a little and let terrible school get to me.&lt;br /&gt;then i remember and ask myself what right does school have, to do that to me?&lt;br /&gt;absolutely No Right!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;then i let school make me laugh.(esp with some retarded company) hahaha and its fine again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still in shock.  :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-6473313956560277742?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6473313956560277742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6473313956560277742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#6473313956560277742' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-8545807097537062996</id><published>2008-09-13T23:39:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:33:31.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so i just got home, bathed and am feeling so much better.&lt;br /&gt;honami's house in the evening for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;but we first met at around 6 at melissa's house.&lt;br /&gt;her dog is extremely cute!&lt;br /&gt;yeah then we went to honami's.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, it felt like last year.&lt;br /&gt;so honami was watching soccer most of the time and getting all loud and crazy.(im serious.)&lt;br /&gt;when it was time to cut the cake,&lt;br /&gt;they smashed the cake into her face.&lt;br /&gt;and she started coming at everyone to dirty them with cake.&lt;br /&gt;ugh she got some in my hair and shirt. super disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;i felt kinda useless because i didnt help much to clean up the mess.&lt;br /&gt;cake was everywhere, even on her carpet. i hope its all clean by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair smelt like whipped cream. and all the time it was damn yuck la,even after i tried rinsing it off with water before we left.&lt;br /&gt;after that mel shuyun and i went to the beach to have dinner and talk.(vanessa had to go home.)&lt;br /&gt;hahah i missed shu yun man. shes so funny.&lt;br /&gt;yeah we left at around 10.45pm?&lt;br /&gt;home by 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa im definite the cab driver took a longer route, some route i never went through before.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i didnt say anything at first.&lt;br /&gt;ugh was kinda angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im leaving out the details.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, good day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a short and small shoutout :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Honamilam, youve been my friend for so long.( 8 years plus?)&lt;br /&gt;just want to tell you that you are 1 fabulous friend, really.&lt;br /&gt;you are a really strong girl.(emotionally. i dno about physical strength though. HAHa)&lt;br /&gt;Retardedly smart funny girl.&lt;br /&gt;There are many other things i want to say, but its probably already in the letter i sent to you. haaha&lt;br /&gt;yup,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything, and for just being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 15th birthday to you honami! :D&lt;br /&gt;love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, goodnight people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-8545807097537062996?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8545807097537062996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8545807097537062996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#8545807097537062996' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1137262613113512746</id><published>2008-09-09T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:10:48.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;i had a nap just now. feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;i was super sleepy and dead today in school.&lt;br /&gt;i think i said some stuff that didnt make sense as well. just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;our school really doesnt think much of our well being, do they.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, sure they keep us safe and everything. but we are really so drained!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we didnt have to do anything for english. :):):)&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue was bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school something scary happened.&lt;br /&gt;i think Yvette's blog has more details, so i'll just summarise.&lt;br /&gt;this man, mid 40s? approached yvette first, then us, to lend him our phone to call his friend.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me the number, and i punched the numbers, but didnt actually call.&lt;br /&gt;i was very reluctant to pass him the phone, was afraid he would run away.(you never know, paranoia might just save your life. or phone.)&lt;br /&gt;then he mumbled some stuff and i couldnt really understand.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, 31 came and we went to board. he also boarded.&lt;br /&gt;initially he sat in front, while we were at the back. after awhile, he came to where we were seated and sat a seat infront of us.&lt;br /&gt;we were super scared by then. Lol ok yvette looked super comical.&lt;br /&gt;she was deliberately staring out the window(with too wide eyes) with this frozen smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;the guy asked again to lend our phone.&lt;br /&gt;I really dialed this time, twice. it had that funny sound, could not get through.&lt;br /&gt;so i told i wasnt able to get through, then he just rose and alighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to make of it, but yeah at least its over, and hopefully we know what to know if ever something like that happens again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-1137262613113512746?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1137262613113512746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1137262613113512746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1137262613113512746' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1886887034742121611</id><published>2008-09-06T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:02:45.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going once...going twice.. going trice......&lt;br /&gt;going going GONE.&lt;br /&gt;see?  easy go.&lt;br /&gt;the holiday flew. not even flew, more like it teleported itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i just spent 10 whole mins desperately trying to remember where i placed my history book.&lt;br /&gt;i was seriously thinking back to the last week in sch, if i brought the book to sch and left it there.&lt;br /&gt;i think i did. hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, lets hope the next holiday comes as fast. but ends slow.&lt;br /&gt;time really is relative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-1886887034742121611?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1886887034742121611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1886887034742121611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1886887034742121611' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-9005987116828377011</id><published>2008-09-02T00:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:15:21.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/bridget%20bday%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0314.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 230px;" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/bridget%20bday%202008/IMG_0314.jpg" alt="banner" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/bridget%20bday%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0956.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 207px;" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/bridget%20bday%202008/DSCF0956.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, happy birthday Bridget!!&lt;br /&gt;it was a blast. :) had so much fun and uncontrolled laughter.&lt;br /&gt;really enjoyed ourselves. Welllll, im not gonna go into details.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;bridget i know this is trite, but i hope your wishes really do come true.&lt;br /&gt;have fun tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/bridget%20bday%202008/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes you. 5 of you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-9005987116828377011?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/9005987116828377011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/9005987116828377011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#9005987116828377011' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/bridget%20bday%202008/th_IMG_0314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18944099.post-6827017148507173312</id><published>2008-08-31T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:11:14.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah, holidays. :)&lt;br /&gt;but as always,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; easy come, easy go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it doesnt really apply, since holidays dont come easily. but yknow la.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, i'll make time stop just for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in miracles! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't need a witness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To know that I survived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not looking for forgiveness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just need light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-6827017148507173312?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6827017148507173312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6827017148507173312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#6827017148507173312' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7274190893277122204</id><published>2008-08-29T21:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:28:49.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok let me think about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jael and i reached school, and i went for pre-performance preparations(hahah sound so professional,no? actually its just going to drama room to practice and wait for everyone, but its still true.)&lt;br /&gt;we were having our own little aces day in the room, while the rest of you were out there dancing.&lt;br /&gt;super retardation involved.&lt;br /&gt;yeah so the performance was comepletely screwed, felt sad then. but now i guess its ok. what else can we do? hahah its not as easy as it looks ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked to ahber. haahha aw shes so much nicer to talk to. so funny, and she really cares about you.&lt;br /&gt;off to parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borders was so funny,&lt;br /&gt;hj found this dream interpretation book, which was kind of no help. all the interpretations not relevant.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are too large a category la. Thats exactly why i love them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok aft that we were reading this book that tells you the significance of your birthday and what kind of person you are.(you know, those horoscope things. ah ya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jael was reading hers, and exclaimed(to the book most probably, she likes to talk to inanimate things) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can they say that about me?! im not like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH omg la. like the book can do anything about it, Jael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yeah i was super tired and sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;aft i got home i just slept all the way to 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so scary how man jumps and right away assumes things nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;ah, but i guess these kinds of things doesnt really matter. trivial!&lt;br /&gt;there are so many much scarier things out there actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you come over unannounced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; silence broken by your voice in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i need you here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just like the ocean needs the waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7274190893277122204?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7274190893277122204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7274190893277122204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7274190893277122204' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-5621345217292306816</id><published>2008-08-28T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:13:09.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all i need is time, time, time.&lt;br /&gt;time can give you so much more.&lt;br /&gt;time isnt completely running out for me just yet,&lt;br /&gt;but it feels as if time IS running out for me for this  particular time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;augh.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play ice and water. freeze time for me just for awhile&lt;br /&gt;i will tap it myself when i wish to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-5621345217292306816?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5621345217292306816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5621345217292306816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#5621345217292306816' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7691844472841468610</id><published>2008-08-27T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:46:06.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a white moth/butterfly came flying in just now.&lt;br /&gt;it was stark white. like as though it was painted with liquid paper.&lt;br /&gt;like an albino moth/butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/?action=view&amp;amp;current=whitemoth.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 211px;" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/whitemoth.jpg" alt="whitemoth" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, dance is mad. less than a min on stage requires a couple of weeks, practically every school day.&lt;br /&gt;ah well. have a nice night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7691844472841468610?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7691844472841468610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7691844472841468610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7691844472841468610' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-6797753687385713917</id><published>2008-08-26T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:54:46.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder if this makes sense :&lt;br /&gt;im secretly pissed and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a secret anymore huh, but it still is.&lt;br /&gt;if you get what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-6797753687385713917?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6797753687385713917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6797753687385713917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#6797753687385713917' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-248220200931934415</id><published>2008-08-25T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:42:22.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could we know? that song, this show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we learned so much about ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, so tedious to write about my day.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall not.&lt;br /&gt;some people are so nice to talk to. :) you just feel comfortable, yknow?&lt;br /&gt;ah well, its the last episode of the korean drama.( omg i cant believe i still dont know the name of it, hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppppppppppppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-248220200931934415?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/248220200931934415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/248220200931934415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#248220200931934415' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1239265699740988790</id><published>2008-08-19T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:05:04.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was phototaking. i hope i didnt mess it up.&lt;br /&gt;the weather was simply lovely!&lt;br /&gt;ok skip skip.&lt;br /&gt;aft school we had the chemistry presentations, i actually learned quite a few things. interesting. :)&lt;br /&gt;good job, people, good job. [thumbs up emoticon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and you know whenever you ask people whats their favourite fruit(s)?&lt;br /&gt;usually they answer bananas,mangoes,peaches, apples(nothing against apples, but i personally dont like them) all that right,&lt;br /&gt;everytime they miss out grapes lor. Grapes are so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye korean drama right NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-1239265699740988790?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1239265699740988790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1239265699740988790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1239265699740988790' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-4322066335446106898</id><published>2008-08-11T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:47:15.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello you, how was the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my computer's clean now.&lt;br /&gt;i got it fixed today at sim lim.&lt;br /&gt;always troublesome, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish this week would go by soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to september!&lt;br /&gt;september is undoubtedly my favourite month. :) even though my birthday falls in a bad period,  im fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;oh another reason why i like september :&lt;br /&gt;MOONCAKE FESTIVAL!! Hahah i love mooncakes!&lt;br /&gt;so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye you.&lt;br /&gt;i think all beetles are freaking blind. they always fly in this haphazard manner and bang into every single thing. even fans ok. they dont even know they are gonna hit a fan and die.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4322066335446106898?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4322066335446106898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4322066335446106898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4322066335446106898' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7034223974990905020</id><published>2008-08-10T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:51:12.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the Olympics are so distracting. i dont even feel the National day spirit this year.&lt;br /&gt;some matches like the hockey(our floorball is absolutely NOTHING compared to it)/football/basketball/gymnastics were particularly distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to focus. wheres my focal point?!&lt;br /&gt;ah right im off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7034223974990905020?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7034223974990905020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7034223974990905020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7034223974990905020' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-8619972425697706760</id><published>2008-08-08T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:12:52.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today was NDP. i had fun.:)&lt;br /&gt;it was so exciting to perform today! maybe its because of the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;i have such sweet friends! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was different from previous years.&lt;br /&gt;yeah then we went to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home to wash up and off to mel's house.&lt;br /&gt;been how long since i last went.&lt;br /&gt;for the first hour we studied, did our work.&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly honami suggested something about wanting to know, yet at the same time not wanting to know, the results of sytycd s4?&lt;br /&gt;so mel got her com and surfed for the results.&lt;br /&gt;then she again suggested we watch project runway, parts of her favourite guy christian.&lt;br /&gt;so we spent another hour watching various videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work after that, but after awhile we got into trying to learn melissa's dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye kidz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-8619972425697706760?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8619972425697706760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8619972425697706760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#8619972425697706760' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1155551693950859209</id><published>2008-08-07T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:26:49.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok you know what, my computer actually has been infected with this strong spyware thing since sunday. it has not been repaired. probably bring it for repair on the monday with National day holiday.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a loser ok.&lt;br /&gt;you dont know how scary it is, to be bombarded with all these viruses so suddenly. i was afraid my documents would get stolen and distributed somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;and each time i turned the com on, i think the virus got smarter, blocked out a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so i just turned it off, and left it that way ever since.&lt;br /&gt;and i resolved never to use the computer again, except for important stuff. Ok blogging isn't important, but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole week was so draining! stayed back every single day.&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot everything that happened. thats a good thing, in a way. especially how some people are just so insensitive and oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;hHAh oh wellllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa's house tomorrow! Ndp too, oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i really cant wait for september to come.&lt;br /&gt;so many things are coming!&lt;br /&gt;birthdays, shipment, birthdays. i know 4 people who are september babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why its usually 'good'bye and not great/amazing/whatever bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i love the smell of rain. its like a concoction of fresh barley and grass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-1155551693950859209?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1155551693950859209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1155551693950859209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1155551693950859209' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-2857023198437689043</id><published>2008-07-31T21:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:37:43.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today.. was way hectic.&lt;br /&gt;oral after school. UGH the teacher wouldnt let me have it earlier, and i was made the timekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;yes, time keep BEFORE i was tested.&lt;br /&gt;Lol i was wondering why when it started there were no other ppl sitting in that extra chair with the stopwatch thing.&lt;br /&gt;i was the only one?!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeah so i ended at 3.55 and i went down. i didnt see anyone, only sonia. so i talked to her, i was feeling so nervous and flustered, no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;I even went looking for the rest. Then i freaking realised it was past 4pm, and 4pm is the photoshoot thing.&lt;br /&gt;SO i ran to get everything done. hahah quite funny, the photoshoot. Crazy hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practiced and Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Our chinese teacher told us the internet is really a dangerously exposed place. Ok, i always knew that, but what if we turn out to be those kind of people who &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; that our personal information is safe and would never be taken and exposed elsewhere but we are unfortunately, very wrong? it is actually very highly possible. You would never know. So no pictures ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling lagged.&lt;br /&gt;yes, with the dust in my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-2857023198437689043?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/2857023198437689043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/2857023198437689043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#2857023198437689043' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7470027265563037515</id><published>2008-07-29T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:47:23.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes im just so fed up with school.&lt;br /&gt;im sure a few can understand, and im glad for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, im tougher than that. :)&lt;br /&gt;you, out of all people, would never break me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):)Smiley post! :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7470027265563037515?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7470027265563037515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7470027265563037515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7470027265563037515' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1125540297702619869</id><published>2008-07-27T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:42:05.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was with honami and melissa on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;didnt do anything much actually. just marina square.&lt;br /&gt;we sat at the outdoor open area talking and taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;the national day rehearsal was going on i think, we had a clear view of the fighter planes doing the formations in the sky from where we sat.&lt;br /&gt;super crowded.&lt;br /&gt;was teaching honami how to braid her hair. Lol shes so lousy at braiding. so messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to this mirror place and melissa taught us her dance.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah we looked super retarded.&lt;br /&gt;subway and loooong ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6141.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 204px;" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/IMG_6141.jpg" alt="hm" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/IMG_6180.jpg" alt="hm" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6170.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 323px;" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/IMG_6170.jpg" alt="mg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6179.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x200/genlyl/IMG_6179.jpg" alt="mg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-1125540297702619869?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1125540297702619869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1125540297702619869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1125540297702619869' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-4885058467804049993</id><published>2008-07-24T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:47:57.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sinmay brenda and i arrived late for dance.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt know it started at 4 instead of 4.30. even so, our chemistry lesson only ended at 4.15&lt;br /&gt;yeah so we missed the 3 rounds of rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about this and,&lt;br /&gt;dont you think that sometimes if you need someone to catch you, first all you've gotta is be brave enough to fall?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when i would be brave enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4885058467804049993?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4885058467804049993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4885058467804049993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4885058467804049993' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-3056961910909328861</id><published>2008-07-22T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:25:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i shouldnt be here right now, because theres geog test tomorrow, but agh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was a really funny day, after school.&lt;br /&gt;huijin was a goofball! yvette was goofball#2!(i got pictures to prove, but not uploading. yet. till she blackmails me in return)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah miss clarity cafe is cool, jael started playing the piano and this staff of the store came talking to us to ask us for suggestions and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah jael and i were talking about aspirations in the bus! i have had many short lived dreams, many many.&lt;br /&gt;its so fun to just dream about your future.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does it really matter what we call ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As long as Hes the one who first called us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why spend all our time fighting among ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he called us to spread his love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my P.school Cd of songs for the 150th birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-3056961910909328861?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3056961910909328861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3056961910909328861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#3056961910909328861' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-8395647641295078915</id><published>2008-07-18T20:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:41:04.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the dark knight is an amazing show, smart... and confusing.&lt;br /&gt;thats what makes it so woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah oh well i cant be bothered to blog about  the week.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that my sleep is terribly deprived.&lt;br /&gt;our school is insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really i feel like i deserve much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;the world has so many mentally/emotionally ugly people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-8395647641295078915?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8395647641295078915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8395647641295078915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#8395647641295078915' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-3321420451905769585</id><published>2008-07-13T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:11:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sundays are the best, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;its free. free for staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tests are coming again......... all in 1 go starting this week.&lt;br /&gt;and every week after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised ive never ever looked forward to performing a dance item.&lt;br /&gt;sure i love to do some spastic movements at home(hhahhaha i know).&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just dont like the kind of dance they offer as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh wellll its alright to laugh, :) (not saying that you would)&lt;br /&gt;hahah but humility is a virtue!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah what  am i talking about! i bet on the actual day i would be scared like hell&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-3321420451905769585?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3321420451905769585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3321420451905769585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#3321420451905769585' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-8741552423189466123</id><published>2008-07-12T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:12:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh its good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;My com just got fixed! YES, after 1 month plus of just leaving it there to collect dust, i finally went to bring it for repair today.&lt;br /&gt;SO happy and relieved that it didnt have to be rebooted. or else all my stuff would be gone.&lt;br /&gt;hahah i miss seeing this desktop a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):):D:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-8741552423189466123?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8741552423189466123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8741552423189466123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#8741552423189466123' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-3012457029468795579</id><published>2008-07-08T19:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:59:56.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today i was similar to a slug.&lt;br /&gt;and still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could watch Hammie going around and just busying himself the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;well not exactly, but for a long time. hes just so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is so true! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.&lt;br /&gt;You  just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-3012457029468795579?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3012457029468795579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3012457029468795579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#3012457029468795579' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-4226839773984293701</id><published>2008-07-02T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:58:15.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so tired and worn out.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna sleep and dream. And i had a very disgusting scary disturbing dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;i was at school or smth, then there was this pond/pool of water.(murky)&lt;br /&gt;i was at the edge of the water, where it was still shallow. NO idea what i was doing there.&lt;br /&gt;And there were freaking LIZARDS curling up like worms and jumping in the water around me.&lt;br /&gt;REVOLTING!i think a few of them touched my legs also. can you imagine wet lizards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not be afraid, I am with you&lt;br /&gt;I will call you each by name&lt;br /&gt;Come and follow me, I will bring you home&lt;br /&gt;I love you and you are mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church song.&lt;br /&gt;i always found those song lyrics so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4226839773984293701?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4226839773984293701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4226839773984293701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4226839773984293701' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-8605564069435077227</id><published>2008-06-30T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:08:13.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hamster is so cute. hahah its fat, but who cares, it's suppose to be fat. i have nothing against fat hamsters. Hammie is kinda crazy though, when its hyperactive it's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agh i dread dance. i dont get it at all. my mind is just not created to fit the choreo. sure i tried, still look like a goof. HAhahaha alright enough about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. so many wants, such slim chances to get them.&lt;br /&gt;2. cedric is a nice name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-8605564069435077227?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8605564069435077227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8605564069435077227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#8605564069435077227' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7222123595325279204</id><published>2008-06-29T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:24:20.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OBS was not too bad, I was in Junko.&lt;br /&gt;loved the kayaking. so cool to control your own boat.&lt;br /&gt;the land expedition was crazy. never been through such a thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly WOW, but an eye opener, got to know some new people and know those whom i alreayd know better. yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllolollllol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7222123595325279204?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7222123595325279204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7222123595325279204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7222123595325279204' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-5909079453331768395</id><published>2008-06-21T20:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:43:20.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my report book yesterday, like finally. Hahah yeap and hydrosapiens at bedok reservoir  at night.&lt;br /&gt;Wa super stupid, i took a bus there, to the bedok reservoir park, and then i suddenly thought :&lt;br /&gt;Is bedok reservoir PARK the place? or is it just bedok reservoir the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' my teacher said meet at some HDB block. Then i thought i got it totally wrong and took a cab to the hdb block. The taxi driver said smth about my destination just being up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Wthelllllll and he went telling me i could have just taken a bus and drop at the 2nd stop.&lt;br /&gt;and there was surcharge also.&lt;br /&gt;Anywya i got there in the end. The show was good i guess, but i think i didnt go wow because i didn't really get it.&lt;br /&gt;nice effects though. wonder if they polluted the water.  huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is for Mocha, i wonder how it will go. I forgot how i and everyone was 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye you humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things ive realised today :&lt;br /&gt;1. Ive always thought my life is considered quite sheltered. Yet there are so many other people out there whose lives are even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;sheltered. And sometimes its not all that good of a thing to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hamsters' feet are really soft. Those the only parts im brave enough to touch.&lt;br /&gt;Best hamster owner award to me huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-5909079453331768395?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5909079453331768395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5909079453331768395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#5909079453331768395' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-5792210186689092300</id><published>2008-06-17T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:54:19.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have an unrealistic wish to have a beach house where it's really remote and the whole beach practically belongs to you because its just right out your door/backdoor.&lt;br /&gt;and it would be so clean because you are the only who utilizes it.&lt;br /&gt;and you wont litter your own beach. not that you would litter a public one either, righttt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have watched Get karl, Oh sujung! the korean drama,&lt;br /&gt;think Karl's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun today at the beach. Galare(d) and poor sinmay and jael were so tired because they got up so early to send yvette off. I couldnt make it to the airport, too early.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and we cycled for 3 hours somemore.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, are y'all ready to take on the onslaught of school in 6 days?&lt;br /&gt;but i guess Obs does come first.&lt;br /&gt;so that makes time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-5792210186689092300?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5792210186689092300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5792210186689092300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#5792210186689092300' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-6615611487373770376</id><published>2008-06-16T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:14:34.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes when people give you shit and are just so insensitive yet so oblivious about it, the fact that you have such other great people around you makes that person not matter  at all.&lt;br /&gt;yeah she/he doesnt matter like norbit's wife Rasputia's treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-6615611487373770376?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6615611487373770376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6615611487373770376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#6615611487373770376' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7631687292854941685</id><published>2008-06-14T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:08:07.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whose Line Is It Anyway is definitely the funniest show on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Go search Youtube, super funny, no joke. The jokes are all in the show.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahah really im serious.&lt;br /&gt;the 8 seasons are enough to supply your laughter for maybe a year. but more to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7631687292854941685?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7631687292854941685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7631687292854941685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7631687292854941685' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1237006315486370502</id><published>2008-06-11T21:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:02:08.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the days of staying home, watching Kids central in the mornings and having absolutely no life in the afternoons, i realised &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galactik_Football"&gt;Galactik football&lt;/a&gt;(click) is actually quite a cool show for Kids central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main team is the snow kids i think.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when they play a match, each person will have this aura around them when they are trying to muster all their power to kick or smth. And they have all these cool stunts. but some teams have these scary ghoul looking people. dont know if its a mask or they are not really human.&lt;br /&gt;Its out of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E3earvmC00E/SE_U6DxfefI/AAAAAAAAAgw/XSQVeLabtao/s1600-h/galak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E3earvmC00E/SE_U6DxfefI/AAAAAAAAAgw/XSQVeLabtao/s320/galak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210617387801344498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E3earvmC00E/SE_VCjPP7aI/AAAAAAAAAg4/gotwmg3Vbr0/s1600-h/2072328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E3earvmC00E/SE_VCjPP7aI/AAAAAAAAAg4/gotwmg3Vbr0/s320/2072328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210617533686607266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah alright.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly miss last year.&lt;br /&gt;i was browsing through yvette's blog. hahah so fun!&lt;br /&gt;yup, how we were. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-1237006315486370502?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1237006315486370502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1237006315486370502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1237006315486370502' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_E3earvmC00E/SE_U6DxfefI/AAAAAAAAAgw/XSQVeLabtao/s72-c/galak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18944099.post-675142017717911067</id><published>2008-06-10T13:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:26:51.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>out with honami yesterday to the beach. DDR is exercise.&lt;br /&gt;we just sat and talked. i realised that so much has been going on. hah, of course, its been how long.&lt;br /&gt;ate and home.&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was a day to catch up i guess.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i love comfortable trips, trips with no planning beforehand. dont you, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched Oprah just now, she was talking about autism. How a child is not autistic, its just that the kid is diagnosed with autism. theres a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that they are like in their own world, and its up to people to try and pull them out.&lt;br /&gt;to be a superhero and use all your might to break and crack the walls surrounding them. inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dreams, they just leave you so dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;And its one of the few things that nobody else can have exactly the same. something that you can not share with anyone without appearing selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Its all for you and only you alone!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing huh, :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-675142017717911067?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/675142017717911067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/675142017717911067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#675142017717911067' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-2490356204432781607</id><published>2008-06-06T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:05:53.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back.&lt;br /&gt;had so much fun, but super burnt. especially my left side.&lt;br /&gt;was so worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day(first day we arrived only at night), tried out the golf. the only fun thing was driving the buggy around the whole big course.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i could play in the golf course in singapore because then i think i would  have to go through some handicap lesson thing and qualify first before i can enter?&lt;br /&gt;so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;golf is no fun if you dont exactly know how to play. somore there was this other pro caucasian guy a few holes behind us then he caught up.&lt;br /&gt;we were slow playing, and i could see him waiting somewhere behind us for us to finish then when he passed us he asked if it was alright to overtake. hah&lt;br /&gt;yeah we didnt finish it, just drove around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day we did the ATV safari thing. damn dirty, got mud all over shoes and body, lucky we had this oversized t-shirt to wear. but completely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;the funnest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;i wont be uploading the pictures, too troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah but this is what it looked like, only i didnt look so cool like the guy in the picture. and it was much dirtier and wetter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E3earvmC00E/SElPCQ5rY-I/AAAAAAAAAgU/5fZwa6noawg/s1600-h/yamaha-atv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E3earvmC00E/SElPCQ5rY-I/AAAAAAAAAgU/5fZwa6noawg/s320/yamaha-atv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208781344345908194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah back the next day(today).&lt;br /&gt;yup that was my holiday. :)&lt;br /&gt;the whole trip was wonderful. people are so friendly&lt;br /&gt;im happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-2490356204432781607?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/2490356204432781607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/2490356204432781607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#2490356204432781607' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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/_E3earvmC00E/SElPCQ5rY-I/AAAAAAAAAgU/5fZwa6noawg/s72-c/yamaha-atv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18944099.post-5547077085800574580</id><published>2008-05-30T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:56:49.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from dance camp. it was fun in a way.&lt;br /&gt;1. i like how we always sleep in the open, so cooling and we can watch the sky and listen to music. peaceful and safe.&lt;br /&gt;the classroom doesnt have this secure feeling even though its so sheltered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.the nightwalk was fun, being a station master. hahaha we made them watch wishing stairs before the walk so they can get even more revved up. turned out everyone was so scared they cut 4 stations into 2.&lt;br /&gt;i was there, but i didnt watch the movie. was blocking out the sound effects with mp3 and playing quadrapop. i mean, if  given the choice, why scare yourself right? hah&lt;br /&gt;so sinmay and i were sitting there outside the audi, waiting for them. real fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.yup, the rest of the details......are details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parents are coming home tmr and i'll be leaving again on the 3rd to sabah. :) cant wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-5547077085800574580?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5547077085800574580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5547077085800574580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#5547077085800574580' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-4471753737397473410</id><published>2008-05-26T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:12:39.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what? Myspace got fed up with me. Aft the 7th or 8th email, they sent this automated reply where they told me to stop bugging them and just go to this FAQ website for all my idiotic questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only they didnt say to stop bugging them and 'idiotic'.&lt;br /&gt;but its obvious! hello?! just this sudden automated email which i cant reply to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so yesterday was my brother's confirmation. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;the Archbishop was there too, cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;so i took the pictures and my mum's friend Aunt Judy took us for (a nice)dinner and sent us home.&lt;br /&gt;shes such a nice and sweet lady really. :) took care of us and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my brother's friends came over to watch a movie. humorous people, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah ok and i went for basketball today to prevent myself from turning into a pig and the crazy kid on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;let us linger on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4471753737397473410?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4471753737397473410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4471753737397473410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4471753737397473410' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7757223497834265442</id><published>2008-05-24T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:02:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the past few years, ive killed many beetles.&lt;br /&gt;theres another one flying in the room, should i?&lt;br /&gt;they are harmless, but i think they're blind or something.&lt;br /&gt;they cant seem to fly properly, they just bang into walls and every other thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah and i sent some 5 or 6 emails to whoevers in charge for Myspace just now, because i cant seem to log in. I also asked them why everything was in spanish.&lt;br /&gt;They actually replied me, but i think they just found some related info to my questions and copy pasted.&lt;br /&gt;well at least i know they are not robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7757223497834265442?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7757223497834265442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7757223497834265442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7757223497834265442' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7357337823596809158</id><published>2008-05-20T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:48:58.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helped out with Da vinci challenge as " im a station master!!"&lt;br /&gt;we were quite disorganised but its alright ; its okay ; we are all winners anyway!&lt;br /&gt;the kidz were such dolls.&lt;br /&gt;cute, (super)smart and inquisitive, what more can you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;1 taonan kid answered the question 'what can you say about isotonic drinks' as ' isotonic drinks contain chloride ions that help with the blood pressure, blood volume (and some other blood thing)'&lt;br /&gt;omg i dont even know that! impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they even threw in polar pastries and mineral water for us. :) really. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are leaving tonight. im gonna leave in about half an hour to send them off and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;hope they have a safe trip there and back plus the stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel such a bore to people sometimes, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7357337823596809158?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7357337823596809158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7357337823596809158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7357337823596809158' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-4415209963169991005</id><published>2008-05-15T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:13:17.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihihihihihi. my font is super big on this com.&lt;br /&gt;today was a good day :)&lt;br /&gt;i think some things are so trivial and sometimes you have to be able to see that. and just go, walk away, move along! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and ANTM is coming again. quite lagged uh singapore, but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how sometimes you do something which irritates people and you actually KNOW that you irritate them but carry on doing it cause' you really cant help it sometimes? Hah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;write with an open heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4415209963169991005?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4415209963169991005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4415209963169991005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4415209963169991005' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-4564394498291049780</id><published>2008-05-07T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:09:43.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS OVER. ITS OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;heh heh&lt;br /&gt;chemistry is so draining. having to sit for 2 hours trying to squeeze out every drop of brain juice you have is so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when im having one of those days where i feel completely uninterested in what people around me are saying.&lt;br /&gt;so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;makes you feel so annoyed at practically everything, like you depreciate everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;then you become so rotton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha oh wellllll its over now. its night now, better part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Part time lover and a full time friend,&lt;br /&gt;the monkey on your back is the latest trend&lt;br /&gt;I dont see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;but youuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha hi mel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4564394498291049780?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4564394498291049780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4564394498291049780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4564394498291049780' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-4634986460465566949</id><published>2008-05-02T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:48:39.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geog was just like an amateur murderer. Not a very skilled killer, but a killer nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lifted, but theres still the fact that i didnt finish it nibbling at me.&lt;br /&gt;oh console me!......&lt;br /&gt;yeah right. dont do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to macs for breakfast. Hj and yvette tried the mcgriddle(sp?). Lol weird taste&lt;br /&gt;we made fake fries for bridget, which looked very real! really!&lt;br /&gt;then bball under the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;then off to video world to drink and ended up talking like old women hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ok then after that things started getting retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be nice if the world was cadbury?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4634986460465566949?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4634986460465566949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4634986460465566949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4634986460465566949' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-8604399676892534298</id><published>2008-04-23T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:20:41.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope for Mid years to be over soon, how fun&lt;br /&gt;and its so hot and humid nowadays. very very bad weather&lt;br /&gt;gdluck for MYEs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-8604399676892534298?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8604399676892534298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8604399676892534298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#8604399676892534298' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-8222250228031021148</id><published>2008-04-13T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:43:58.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel happy at night. i think its the time when my body releases endorphins.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so free even though honestly im not. and like everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;i think some friends are totally worth it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-8222250228031021148?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8222250228031021148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8222250228031021148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#8222250228031021148' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-104970417517678160</id><published>2008-04-09T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:25:46.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;1)brenda and her GG and bobo chacha&lt;br /&gt;2)bridget and her hi bang, slams bottle and spills drink.(insider)&lt;br /&gt;3)yvette and her usual imitations of various people&lt;br /&gt;4)Hj and jael and sinmay. (as you know, no explanation needed hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a flower growing wild and free&lt;br /&gt;All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.&lt;br /&gt;And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen&lt;br /&gt;All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s did you see the sun set today? it was all round and big, bright red. those kinds you only get to see in dramas and movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-104970417517678160?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/104970417517678160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/104970417517678160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#104970417517678160' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-3350232060262262107</id><published>2008-04-06T20:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:41:21.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found out my uncle had this whole collection of National Geographic mags since 19xx.&lt;br /&gt;Love it, and he said i could borrow&lt;br /&gt;so i just received 1 year's subscription today. :D&lt;br /&gt;some pictures are frshn' divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choices assessment tmr, lol gonna cock up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish the world would just slow down and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;and do you realise that all it takes to have a bad impression of someone are someone else's words?&lt;br /&gt;the same goes for having a good impression.&lt;br /&gt;like you hear the bad side but when you hear another side, it changes practically the whole image.&lt;br /&gt;it takes so little, really.&lt;br /&gt;its all up to you to choose what you want to hear and what to actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:) oh well. i feel like i just gave a pep talk. hahahaha... right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)  &lt;br /&gt;and you know how sometimes you feel bad for the slightest reasons because of soemthing you did to someone?&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out that the person didnt even feel offended in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.damn annoying sia.&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/18944099-3350232060262262107?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3350232060262262107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3350232060262262107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#3350232060262262107' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-5811800938728831811</id><published>2008-04-04T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:23:30.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a stupid day. too little sleep for the whole week, so was cranky the whole day. thats probably why i was so pissy and said pissy things and feel all stupid for having said them and regretting, like now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-5811800938728831811?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5811800938728831811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5811800938728831811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#5811800938728831811' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-4702101237674171325</id><published>2008-03-26T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:21:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel like such a bum.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont get how people know the answers to the geog teacher's questions.&lt;br /&gt;Like all the time, dno how they know sia.&lt;br /&gt;went to get eggtarts after school. they really make you full by just eating 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;bus home with Sm and jael. They were comparing emoticons in their phones and sending me texts with the emoticons plus sound effects. They said my emoticons look retarded when its exactly the same as theirs, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hamster is really cute. hahah my grandma also. when she was watching the hamster walk to the food bowl to eat, she went :&lt;br /&gt;'ehhh! you see, so cute, go and eat eh. eating leh.'&lt;br /&gt;hahaha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4702101237674171325?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4702101237674171325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4702101237674171325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4702101237674171325' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-9161364640126078520</id><published>2008-03-24T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:42:44.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so for the 4 days, from thursday to sunday, ive been going church.&lt;br /&gt;loved the saturday one, the music was wow, just like the olden times with the strings and what you call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still wondering why Easter is associated with bunnies and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;Today for choices its a new instructor again. like 3 already, how many more? and how did they find these willing instructors to teach for only a few lessons&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, today's choices was really really disturbing in a way, the instructor i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emath then dance. agh i really hate the hall, so stuffy and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;plus it rained so heavily.  i only got back at 8. (idiot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i had a weird dream involving a weird couple of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-9161364640126078520?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/9161364640126078520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/9161364640126078520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#9161364640126078520' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1336032278402256337</id><published>2008-03-18T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:24:53.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.&lt;br /&gt;If you were the love, I'd be the desire.&lt;br /&gt;If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,&lt;br /&gt;And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine, you know how everyday feels the same as a whole but different in detail?&lt;br /&gt;Physics was cool with the super Slinkeh(say it in a completely seductive husky voice). hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;english was the usual with yvette being super lame with the support of bridget.&lt;br /&gt;They drew this stick man who supposedly resembles someone.&lt;br /&gt;They kept laughing but i didnt find it so funny after awhile, or was it really?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my sense of humor was temporarily numb today. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crammed 2 chps of chinese into my head, but i bet the words fell out when i was doing my Kaocha.&lt;br /&gt;Tests aft school and went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I think the driver of my bus home had a totally super bad day. He looked all pissed and arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;And when and old lady signaled him to wait for her while she ran and said thank you when she got on, he muttered something like an irritated 'Ma fan' in return and shifted his eyes to the side with the still pissed expression.&lt;br /&gt;How would i know this? cos i was sitting at the front to the side, near the driver seat.&lt;br /&gt;Dont think the lady heard but, huh. oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-1336032278402256337?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1336032278402256337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1336032278402256337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1336032278402256337' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-5594928942643522249</id><published>2008-03-16T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:48:17.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you were a wink, I'd be a nod&lt;br /&gt;If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.&lt;br /&gt;If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug&lt;br /&gt;And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah country songs are so nice to sing along to. because their words actually make sense.&lt;br /&gt;not that present day songs dont make sense, but you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with mels and honami yesterday to marina.&lt;br /&gt;when i was out with them i couldnt believe its been so long.&lt;br /&gt;honami is completely mad. melissa is just as mad.&lt;br /&gt;well yeah we were practically at the same spot for how long before we went to sit down outside to talk and watch the skies&lt;br /&gt;they took the mrt to my station before they made their way back themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-5594928942643522249?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5594928942643522249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5594928942643522249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#5594928942643522249' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7757927645766941302</id><published>2008-03-09T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:41:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to daniel's chalet thing at pasiris park.&lt;br /&gt;again, yvette's and hj's blog for details.&lt;br /&gt;haha i seriously dont know whats this blog for actually.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really like to describe my day in detail through typing&lt;br /&gt;and i dont really like to express my true feelings on a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i may not be updating for a while. haha&lt;br /&gt;happy hols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7757927645766941302?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7757927645766941302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7757927645766941302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7757927645766941302' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-7653001998779431540</id><published>2008-03-08T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:03:07.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a quickie(lol) before i go out.&lt;br /&gt;growing up is totally scary. its kinda exciting to wait for something you have no idea about,&lt;br /&gt;but having to think that you would become middle aged in singapore is a horror.&lt;br /&gt;i cant picture what i would be like, or doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol anyway, my results are fine, but its only beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;as it goes later in the year, i would become lazier  as the load gets heavier.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-7653001998779431540?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7653001998779431540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/7653001998779431540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#7653001998779431540' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-3427973528050563640</id><published>2008-03-06T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:13:55.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feeling so under. under what? i dont know either.&lt;br /&gt;im just under as in feeling low. deep down under.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like bursting out, to be exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, not yet. cause im feeling under. and i can stay under for who knows how long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-3427973528050563640?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3427973528050563640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3427973528050563640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#3427973528050563640' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-2926781608638593095</id><published>2008-03-05T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:46:44.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO, my eyes are suddenly itchy now.&lt;br /&gt;Today is such a cold day, so was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I think our weather is quite messed up. just a few days ago you would see the grass super dry and crisp and now its flooded.&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine. assembly was cool and hilarious with the Ne zha opera thing.&lt;br /&gt;after school we waited till the rain lightened up(which was still heavy) and left for marina sq&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to catch any good movie but there were none. :/ the movies left were either not really good, NC16 or started too late.&lt;br /&gt;sooo we just ate and talked a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;Home, and i realised MRTS are really warm, as compared to outside. maybe its the human congestion at peak hours.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, when i got home i found out my socks were not wet at all or even damp even though we stepped over and in flooded areas.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah i guess ive got the hang of walking through rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes teachers overestimate students. and they get disappointed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;too bad then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im super tired right now, i always look forward to sleeping because of the dreams that would await me. so exciting! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Yvette, [pulls at bottom skin of eye where the eyebags are]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-2926781608638593095?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/2926781608638593095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/2926781608638593095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#2926781608638593095' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-1844517257053774056</id><published>2008-03-03T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:37:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday drunkard ol' huijin! 15 eh :)&lt;br /&gt;sooo today was okay. i failed my history. honestly i thought i would do well for the essay. Lol fat chance.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, english was borderline as usual.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we sorta went to celebrate Hj's bday.&lt;br /&gt;we took the ID photo, from the ID photobooth.&lt;br /&gt;4 people squashed into a space meant for only 1. it was crazy and super suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;the instructions said put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your face in the red circle on the screen&lt;/span&gt;. we were  wth cause how could you possibly squeeze 4 faces into an oval?&lt;br /&gt;sooo we thought we could only put like a part of our face in it. HAHA but actually is not lah, the whole image came out.&lt;br /&gt;damn candid.&lt;br /&gt;and neos aft like ages.&lt;br /&gt;walked over to suntec to play and stuff. toys 'r' us is such a wonderful place.&lt;br /&gt;it brings out the kid in you. i mean, smaller kid. cause you're still a kid.&lt;br /&gt;blew away our $10 ++ on a handful(literally) of sweets at the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;that sweet machine is evil. its very deceiving. it will draw you in and not let go.&lt;br /&gt;ate and homed.&lt;br /&gt;it was a wonderful funny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didnt take any pictures. even if i did, im too lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;SO, for the pictures and more, visit Yvette or HJ's blog.&lt;br /&gt;(im not sure yvette updated yet. but you can expect lots more info from her. so try your luck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is keeping me from letting it all out.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-1844517257053774056?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1844517257053774056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/1844517257053774056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#1844517257053774056' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-9150920552324809017</id><published>2008-02-28T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:08:20.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah you know, i think im so weird. thinking back on the stuff i did, i really was weird.&lt;br /&gt;i knew someday i was gonna laugh at myself back then. hah&lt;br /&gt;anyway who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah ok i just wanted to say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-9150920552324809017?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/9150920552324809017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/9150920552324809017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#9150920552324809017' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-5284204736677928167</id><published>2008-02-27T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:39:28.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>class is quite empty now, what with the sec1 camp thing.&lt;br /&gt;i think we are gonna disturb them tonight. hahah&lt;br /&gt;no bus buddy for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sex ed is so boring lah. always some skit thing.&lt;br /&gt;its almost the same as having C.e.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was freezing their bottoms during geog aft sch lol&lt;br /&gt;and uh..&lt;br /&gt;nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-5284204736677928167?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5284204736677928167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5284204736677928167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#5284204736677928167' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-4769187750407812332</id><published>2008-02-26T21:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:28:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because of the different groups of people treating her differently, one group finds shes just typical no nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;And the other finds shes something different. different from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Because of these 2 groups, she thinks shes a different person, that changed for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;Shes not too sure herself, but truth be told, she had never changed.&lt;br /&gt;the only things that changed are the groups of people.&lt;br /&gt;One made the effort to see beneath everything and probably succeeded,&lt;br /&gt;still a little more to go, at least they never gave up.&lt;br /&gt;The other too, tried&lt;br /&gt;and were almost there, but didnt make it and resigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is a little faith, trust, and of course, time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make someone feel special and good about themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4769187750407812332?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4769187750407812332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4769187750407812332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4769187750407812332' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-826727967973783521</id><published>2008-02-22T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:36:45.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mr lee came to us today and said he could smell the liberation in the air.&lt;br /&gt;and yvette went smth like : so liberation smells bad la.&lt;br /&gt;lol cos we just finished playing netball and were all sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just crunched up the ct timetable and threw it away. so tv-drama, but i really did.&lt;br /&gt;i just caught Juno, super great. :)&lt;br /&gt;my skin is getting from bad to worse. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank God for many things, but sometimes i would also like to question him about some stuff that are happening.  &lt;br /&gt;but i guess everything happens for a reason. oh well&lt;br /&gt;and i feel sometimes people dont actually get me even though they think they somehow in a way do.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes im just tired of pointing out that they are wrong. haha but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;oh and do you occasionally get this irritation whenever you post something thats emotional and personal and people are always asking whats it about?&lt;br /&gt;like sometimes you just want to write something but dont actually want ppl referring to it cos you're too lazy to actually get a diary?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie marathon, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-826727967973783521?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/826727967973783521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/826727967973783521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#826727967973783521' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-9046844700044627993</id><published>2008-02-17T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:30:33.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i gained weight, for real. no joke this time.&lt;br /&gt;for both sat and today, people came over our house( relatives/friends)&lt;br /&gt;therefore, it equals to lots of nice food made.&lt;br /&gt;which in turn results in me eating those nice food.&lt;br /&gt; idiot sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today my relatives came over.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to yvette on the phone over her broken toe or smth when my cousin jumped on my bed and 'GENEVIEVE!' -ed me.&lt;br /&gt;cute, really.&lt;br /&gt;lol. hes the younger of the 2 brothers but hes taller and skinnier than the older one, whos shorter and chubbier.&lt;br /&gt;the chubbier one is the one in the photo where he fell down. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;so i let them play the com. and yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered when i was younger and they were only a few years old.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i saw them, aft a few hours of playing they would know who i was.&lt;br /&gt;but then the next time when i saw them, maybe a few months or so, they would completely forget who i was. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;but now they've grown older, can recognise already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, happy studying, it will all be over soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-9046844700044627993?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/9046844700044627993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/9046844700044627993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#9046844700044627993' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-5569155805645919106</id><published>2008-02-15T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:33:13.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summary :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.english lessons are always full of hangman.&lt;br /&gt;2.history was omg.&lt;br /&gt;3.social studies is interesting&lt;br /&gt;4.physics was... full of sense.&lt;br /&gt;5.my form tcher is damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;6.we can be so indecisive sometimes, took like over 2 hours to decide whether to go thailand or not,&lt;br /&gt;7.turned out the box was collected when we FINALLY wanted to submit it.&lt;br /&gt;8.so we asked some other teacher to pass it to whoever's in charge.&lt;br /&gt;9.played netball and bball&lt;br /&gt;10.(aft like what, 1 year?i really need to start playing games again), netball is much more tiring than bball man.&lt;br /&gt;11. there was this explanation for a chinese word today, it went something like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punitive&lt;/span&gt; force. lol i jus found it funny.&lt;br /&gt;12. today was hysterics.&lt;br /&gt;13.home.&lt;br /&gt;14. sometimes i wish i could just sort out my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/15 points. my hareesh is gonna be so proud of me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-5569155805645919106?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5569155805645919106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/5569155805645919106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#5569155805645919106' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-6486385471181590876</id><published>2008-02-14T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:01:38.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy valentines :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol that lame yvette and hj went to pretend to be secret admirers for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;i could tell it was yvette la, distinct handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you like i love my bed!&lt;br /&gt;I love how you swing your arms when you walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fkn funny, so obvious.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HJ was more convincing, really looked like some guy did it. Lol cos she typed it out. and for handwritten ones she purposely write damn ugly.&lt;br /&gt;belle too. what, meet her at some secret place LOL. how to meet when its secret sia wth&lt;br /&gt;anyway thanks for all the goodies and stuff! :) love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aft sch we went parkway to eat and i bought apples. hahah for my mum la.&lt;br /&gt;got on bus 10 and sat at the front seats upper deck.&lt;br /&gt;we so happened to see boonmay they all in the bus infront of us.&lt;br /&gt;they were seated at the back so yeah, hah. waved.&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E3earvmC00E/R7QRWCD5EoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/X2RsmOHmaIo/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E3earvmC00E/R7QRWCD5EoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/X2RsmOHmaIo/s320/DSC00990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166773742708789890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you, who wrote me the card.(i think you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;really nice of you, i appreciate it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-6486385471181590876?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6486385471181590876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6486385471181590876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#6486385471181590876' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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/_E3earvmC00E/R7QRWCD5EoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/X2RsmOHmaIo/s72-c/DSC00990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18944099.post-4400942237797874919</id><published>2008-02-13T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:18:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had 2.4 trial today for P.e&lt;br /&gt;lol im gonna die for the actual one la.&lt;br /&gt;lol  i got 16 mins.................&lt;br /&gt;........... for 5 rounds. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;so like, fail already if its the real 6 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;i hate running.&lt;br /&gt;well ok social studies was............ long.&lt;br /&gt;history was.............. surprising.&lt;br /&gt;and............ HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is dots day.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4400942237797874919?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4400942237797874919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4400942237797874919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4400942237797874919' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-8953723788365524544</id><published>2008-02-11T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:58:15.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok went yvette hosue yesterday since i was free whole day.&lt;br /&gt;hj jael sm bridget.&lt;br /&gt;ate and talked. they drew on the oranges.&lt;br /&gt;and bridget wore a skirt! looks goood.&lt;br /&gt;played ridiculous basketball in our bai nian clothes, with a riduculous bent hoop.&lt;br /&gt;ok then off to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i saw this on TV, i think it makes alot of sense :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;' Coincidence is God's way of being anonymous '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-8953723788365524544?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8953723788365524544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8953723788365524544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#8953723788365524544' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-4298976735159605582</id><published>2008-02-08T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:20:01.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had an awesome time man.&lt;br /&gt;first i went to my aunt audrey's house for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;then my other aunty and uncle drove us to their house in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;we played ALL sorts of fireworks. super loud ones, literally like a grenade with destructive powers and all.&lt;br /&gt;shooting ones, nice looking ones. fire crackers.&lt;br /&gt;and the best are the big fireworks that display in the sky. they went to buy.&lt;br /&gt;BETTER THAN NATIONAL DAY, i swear. cos its so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah then some were damn loud so 1 of the neighbours complained and the police actually came.&lt;br /&gt;but aft that we still played.&lt;br /&gt;then we gambled. i lost $ :/&lt;br /&gt;around 1am plus ppl started leaving cos they werent staying over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we switched to majong at around 2am, with my auntie and uncle(or cousins, cos they like our age). by then we couldnt think already la. so 3 rounds and off to bed at 3am&lt;br /&gt;shopped the next day.&lt;br /&gt;damn fun.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(removed due to fuglyness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E3earvmC00E/R61_riD5EnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-49fVQgS8g0/s1600-h/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E3earvmC00E/R61_riD5EnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-49fVQgS8g0/s320/IMG_0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164924733518058098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my little cousin fell stomach first lol damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then you know we were at this restaurant for dinner. then my cousin(the one who fell), cos his stomach is damn big la.&lt;br /&gt;then he eat eat halfway go toilet, then when he came out. he say his zip cannot zip up.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA cos too tight already. then my uncle was like trying so hard to help him zip.&lt;br /&gt;damn cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive tried like 5 times uploading the fireworks video but failed. cos i found out like all the uploading websites max mb is 100mb. mine 162. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway study hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i won $16 at majong ok heh heh heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4298976735159605582?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4298976735159605582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4298976735159605582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4298976735159605582' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_E3earvmC00E/R61_riD5EnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-49fVQgS8g0/s72-c/IMG_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18944099.post-3360207241202338479</id><published>2008-02-06T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:37:55.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, i feel like im such a mean person.&lt;br /&gt;not because i say mean things, lol no thats not it.&lt;br /&gt;whats worse are the evil thoughts running through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;dont you think so? that sometimes you just cant help it. its like just THERE inside your head.&lt;br /&gt;but you never mean to think it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today performed and ate and walked. but it was short. cos i wanted to go home. lol.&lt;br /&gt;and i slept for like, 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year. :)&lt;br /&gt;win lots of money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-3360207241202338479?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3360207241202338479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3360207241202338479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#3360207241202338479' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-3399600714862265264</id><published>2008-02-05T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:34:04.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todays a better day, sort of. except that i flunked my a math.&lt;br /&gt;im so dreading tomorrow. but what can i do right.&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from church. ash wednesday&lt;br /&gt;well im gonna sleep soon. very soon. nights.&lt;br /&gt;(i realised my posts are totally stagnant. hah. better posts maybe next time?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jael is taking piano lessons. so cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it as it comes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-3399600714862265264?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3399600714862265264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3399600714862265264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#3399600714862265264' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-3980659128136325206</id><published>2008-02-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:19:04.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a dull day. dulllllllllllllllllllllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just cos' im damn tired. yeah thats it.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise everything's so funny. yvette is so crazy. so is bridget.&lt;br /&gt;i initially didnt want to laugh and use my energy, but heck. lol&lt;br /&gt;my geog tcher can sometimes say stuff thats so demoralising really.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-3980659128136325206?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3980659128136325206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/3980659128136325206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#3980659128136325206' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-6164554311526031519</id><published>2008-02-03T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:36:24.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know my position of my post is retarded smack right in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;i dno how to change it back, actually i didnt even touch the position of the post in the template.&lt;br /&gt;i only touched the profile side.&lt;br /&gt;dno why it got shifted.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;unless you can help me shift it back.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-6164554311526031519?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6164554311526031519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6164554311526031519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#6164554311526031519' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-4259498821034130038</id><published>2008-02-01T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:19:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a damn dumb day.&lt;br /&gt;made us get drenched for nothing. turned out roadrun canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-4259498821034130038?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4259498821034130038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/4259498821034130038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#4259498821034130038' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-8384262840917000022</id><published>2008-01-31T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:23:33.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feeling damn weird. i dno if im relieved or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today aft sch we went to lucky. omg damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;yvette said smth about if you bow to the bird, it will bow back.&lt;br /&gt;lol so she and sm tried bowing to the bird.&lt;br /&gt;i got the video! :)) heh heh&lt;br /&gt;hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;should i upload..? :D&lt;br /&gt;but right nowim kinda lazy.&lt;br /&gt;ok then had dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings are just so funny, in a weird way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-8384262840917000022?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8384262840917000022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/8384262840917000022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://say-please.blogspot.com/index.html#8384262840917000022' title=''/><author><name>G</name><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-18944099.post-6766633100901249132</id><published>2008-01-28T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:25:54.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is anti bullying day.&lt;br /&gt;heard that, sm and huijin? they are the worst bullies ever. wont budge an inch.&lt;br /&gt;lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i noticed something funny on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;these 2 policemen came up(i have no idea why, cos usually they would have cars right?),&lt;br /&gt;and they sat down.&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered the tv mobile thing was showing Heart landers.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so like, policemen watching policemen! lolol ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come hamsters keep biting the metal grail of the cage? its not hungry wad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18944099-6766633100901249132?l=say-please.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18944099/posts/default/6766633100901249132'/><link rel='self' 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