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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-385560817279596001</id><published>2008-09-06T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:21:59.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided to switch to wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;tinylittlebits.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-1196678680005702948</id><published>2008-09-01T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:43:59.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And I lift my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And pray to be only Yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just finish watching 'A walk to remember'.&lt;br /&gt;gosh the story is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;it's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;and, the first time i listened to the song cry by mandy moore,&lt;br /&gt;i could feel the sadness.&lt;br /&gt;it's so, .. sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy, who was the 'cool' kid in school, started falling for her,a girl who was kinda dorky but pretty, and he graudually changed for the better. and he married her. after the wedding, they spent their last summer together and that was it. the songs are so, i don't know how to decribe it. you could actually feel the pain, and the love. and yeah, wonderfully beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;only hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song that's inside of my soul&lt;br /&gt;It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake in the infinite cold&lt;br /&gt;But You sing to me over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;And pray to be only Yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only Yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my only hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me the song of the stars&lt;br /&gt;Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing&lt;br /&gt;And laughing again&lt;br /&gt;When it feels like my dreams are so far&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands and pray&lt;br /&gt;To be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my only hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give You my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving You all of me&lt;br /&gt;I want Your symphony&lt;br /&gt;Singing in all that I am&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands and pray&lt;br /&gt;To be only yoursI pray to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my only hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll Always Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It Was Late Afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It Lasted Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And Ended Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Were All By Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Staring Up At A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Gray Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I Was Changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In Places No One Would Find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All Your Feelings So Deep Inside Deep Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It Was Then That I Realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That Forever Was In Your Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Moment I Saw You Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Moment That I Saw You Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It Was Late In September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I've Seen You Before And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Were You Were Always The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I Was Never That Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Were All By Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Staring At A Dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I Was Changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In Places No One Would Find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All Your Feelings So Deep Inside Deep Inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It Was Then That I Realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That Forever Was In Your Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Moment I Saw You Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; To Hold You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I Wanted To Make It Go Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I Wanted To Know You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I Wanted To Make Your Everything All Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll Always Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It Was Late Afternoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In Places No One Would Find In Places &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No One Would Find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All Your Feelings So Deep Inside Deep Inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It Was Then That I Realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That Forever Was In Your Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Moment I Saw You Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-1196678680005702948?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-7682784229351831378</id><published>2008-08-30T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:56:38.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SURVIVOR TRAINING CAMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU_YzQSaI/AAAAAAAAASM/KJO6MYigZTc/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240101983155669410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU_YzQSaI/AAAAAAAAASM/KJO6MYigZTc/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiVW23TCmI/AAAAAAAAASU/tB8ys3P2it4/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240102386362681954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiVW23TCmI/AAAAAAAAASU/tB8ys3P2it4/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiVW4UeWHI/AAAAAAAAASc/8co3gCAzD7w/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240102386753493106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiVW4UeWHI/AAAAAAAAASc/8co3gCAzD7w/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiVXAzwOpI/AAAAAAAAASk/q97bR1utD34/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240102389032172178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiVXAzwOpI/AAAAAAAAASk/q97bR1utD34/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these pictures of hwee may and darryl were taken on the last day of camp.&lt;br /&gt;they were suppose to entertain us until the buses came to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;we were singing, '' Cannibal king''&lt;br /&gt;and some compassvale girl told us to get ''stuck'' at the ah-ru-mua-mua part.&lt;br /&gt;haha. it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were taken at PU jetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU-3nHArI/AAAAAAAAAR8/AsmWi7_O5Vc/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240101974246359730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU-3nHArI/AAAAAAAAAR8/AsmWi7_O5Vc/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiUqRTn2QI/AAAAAAAAARM/hg-Eiugrps4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240101620366694658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiUqRTn2QI/AAAAAAAAARM/hg-Eiugrps4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiUqQIVTUI/AAAAAAAAARU/PhIvaGQYLkk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240101620050906434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiUqQIVTUI/AAAAAAAAARU/PhIvaGQYLkk/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, whilst on our way to PU.&lt;br /&gt;in the boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiUqWpZmfI/AAAAAAAAARE/HWS6HjTy_tg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240101621800212978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiUqWpZmfI/AAAAAAAAARE/HWS6HjTy_tg/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, on the last day at PU jetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU-6e5odI/AAAAAAAAAR0/TGEkvDAtBiI/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240101975017234898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU-6e5odI/AAAAAAAAAR0/TGEkvDAtBiI/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU-iODEsI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZFGM7RNvqVU/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240101968504099522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU-iODEsI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZFGM7RNvqVU/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU-iODEsI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZFGM7RNvqVU/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day in camp afer everyone tied plaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiUqlyzoEI/AAAAAAAAARc/TuYYXN1yp3k/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240101625866199106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiUqlyzoEI/AAAAAAAAARc/TuYYXN1yp3k/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this, on the last day of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiUql0Y_RI/AAAAAAAAARk/7MnnmJLZxMw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240101625872842002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiUql0Y_RI/AAAAAAAAARk/7MnnmJLZxMw/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU_LkGXyI/AAAAAAAAASE/f_8lEoUoxxo/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240101979602444066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU_LkGXyI/AAAAAAAAASE/f_8lEoUoxxo/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm suppose to be at training,&lt;br /&gt;but if i did go, i would return to a topsy turvy home with both my siblings still quarreling. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's annoying that you sound like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday's olympics run was AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ENDURANCE GOT FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;and we also won some citation thingy.&lt;br /&gt;so we got like $30 plus voucher from popular.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after every round, people came back with lips so pale and legs like jelly?&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i know mine was.&lt;br /&gt;i screamed and cheered like it was no one's business even though i felt faint and not to mention, HUNGRY!!&lt;br /&gt;yeap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are my sunshine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my only sunshine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you make me happy when skies are gray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you never know dear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how much i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please don't take my sunshine away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, end of years are like one month away.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a nervous wreck!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna study hard.&lt;br /&gt;it's not gonna be like the last when i did it last minute.&lt;br /&gt;when i tried to burn the midnight oil.&lt;br /&gt;i think i was stupid to think that i could do it with a week of full practice.&lt;br /&gt;nope, it's not possible. unless you don't mind failing.&lt;br /&gt;this time it's gonna be different.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna prove that i can study.&lt;br /&gt;and that i CAN pass Amath!&lt;br /&gt;i can do it; and i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i settle things with my fist"&lt;br /&gt;sorry,but if you think that is super cool then good luck to you.&lt;br /&gt;it only turns certain people off.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand guys like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Miss Mary Rajadurai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-a very religious woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dear lord, i pray that you will protect her and grant her the strength and courage she needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;most of her family members have past away due to some sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, her mom. i pray that You will watch over her and be by her side through this difficult time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i ask all of this through Christ our Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is none like you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is none like You,&lt;br /&gt;No one else can touch my heart like You do.&lt;br /&gt;I could search for all eternity long and find&lt;br /&gt;There is none like You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mercy flows like a river wide,&lt;br /&gt;And healing comes from Your hands.&lt;br /&gt;Suffering children are safe in Your arms,&lt;br /&gt;There is none like You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU-iODEsI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZFGM7RNvqVU/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-7682784229351831378?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7682784229351831378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=7682784229351831378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7682784229351831378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7682784229351831378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/survivor-training-camp-these-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SLiU_YzQSaI/AAAAAAAAASM/KJO6MYigZTc/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-8734145595176849427</id><published>2008-08-25T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:32:27.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH EM GEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if he thinks i'm stalking him ?!&lt;br /&gt;gosh no.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;but it's such a coincidence that we met.&lt;br /&gt;first at compass.&lt;br /&gt;then the same bus.&lt;br /&gt;next the same church. ?!&lt;br /&gt;when i was at the platform area thingy, you were there!&lt;br /&gt;when i went to macs just now, you were there too.&lt;br /&gt;see! i didn't stalk you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went to take something at the counter, all your friends turned.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw your eye.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw their eye.&lt;br /&gt;they kept looking. or or starring.&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-8734145595176849427?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8734145595176849427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=8734145595176849427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8734145595176849427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8734145595176849427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-em-gee-what-if-he-thinks-im-stalking.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-8808803942133542126</id><published>2008-08-24T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:02:43.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARRYL &amp;amp; BERNARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got home from camp in PU.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;those last 3 days practically flew by.&lt;br /&gt;campfire was fun.&lt;br /&gt;so was the treasure hunt.&lt;br /&gt;but the jetty jump got cancelled thanks to the rain.&lt;br /&gt;but the wet weather activities sucked.&lt;br /&gt;not all sucked but most of it did.&lt;br /&gt;and this particular person from a particular school was so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;she said that SJC girls were weird.&lt;br /&gt;she said i acted ''big'' when i was only trying to help complete the game.&lt;br /&gt;and she's got soo much to complain about but doesn't do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't start cheers.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't contribute to group discussions.&lt;br /&gt;she just sits there and laugh and talk to her --ss friend.&lt;br /&gt;when SJC lead the cheer, she doesn't follow and gives that why-are-you-guys-so-extra face.&lt;br /&gt;if i can slap her, i swear i will.&lt;br /&gt;but because i'm gracious (: i chose to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, SJC got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; to lose out to --ss.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. We soar ABOVE the REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celestine's design for our squad and unit tee is really one-of-a-kind.&lt;br /&gt;really good job yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camp overall was fun.&lt;br /&gt;although some games were like ( dot dot dot)&lt;br /&gt;and DT wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;although he is still kinda of an asshole like last year, but i guess he has changed for the better? hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to bath.&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;it's considered lucky if you actually can get to even rinse yourself let alone soap your hair.&lt;br /&gt;but we got to.&lt;br /&gt;i happily soaped my hair. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group performance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(stomp stomp clap)&lt;br /&gt;(stomp stomp clap)&lt;br /&gt;(stomp stomp clap)&lt;br /&gt;(stomp stomp clap)&lt;br /&gt;G to the R to the ACIOUS be GRACIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;(stomp stomp clap)&lt;br /&gt;(stomp stomp clap)&lt;br /&gt;(stomp stomp clap)&lt;br /&gt;we will we will squash you like a hamji peng.&lt;br /&gt;never ever rise again&lt;br /&gt;roti prata roti prata Burn ah Burn ah Burn till chaotah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little guy called halimi or something like that was so cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;the SJCians in group 3&amp;amp;4 could not stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;however, he left on the day of campfire.&lt;br /&gt;just hours before.&lt;br /&gt;sad case yeah?&lt;br /&gt;he was uber cute. ( right FATIMA?)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this guy, who looked sec 4 but wasn't one.&lt;br /&gt;he looked like - and omg. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;yes it's retarded i know but really.&lt;br /&gt;he looked really like -&lt;br /&gt;the hair&lt;br /&gt;the face&lt;br /&gt;the way he walk&lt;br /&gt;the way he acts&lt;br /&gt;omg like a replica of -&lt;br /&gt;but he's only sec 2. haha&lt;br /&gt;but really cute and tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now we know why the previous sec 3 were so enthu even after camp.&lt;br /&gt;first it was very slack.&lt;br /&gt;plus, it was their last camp.&lt;br /&gt;so they wanted to treasure the moments they had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really a waste for those who ''could'' not come.&lt;br /&gt;even though it is the 7th month, no one saw ghosts or died.&lt;br /&gt;cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IJ IJ (clap clap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;npcc is fun after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-8808803942133542126?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8808803942133542126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=8808803942133542126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8808803942133542126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8808803942133542126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-darryl-bernard-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-509409494196736218</id><published>2008-08-17T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:03:50.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;help me wish my grandson and grand-daughter a happy birthday ... just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;those are the words my grandfather said yesterday to my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;he knows when is his time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'm sure he can feel it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i can't ask the Lord for anything at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'm not worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i don't deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i won't even ask to prolong his life; i've got no right to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;all i can pray for is that my grandfather leaves this earth a happy man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lord, in your name i pray to thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lord God, please let him s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-509409494196736218?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/509409494196736218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=509409494196736218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/509409494196736218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/509409494196736218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/help-me-wish-my-grandson-and-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-5062242476360957404</id><published>2008-08-16T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:01:41.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To Kill a Mocking bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the play was alright.&lt;br /&gt;pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY HAVEN'T IT COME&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp is like, in 6 more days.&lt;br /&gt;so many people are not going because it's the &lt;em&gt;7th month&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even agreed to ''borrow'' my Church's' crucifix with Christ on it. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;but it's gonna be interesting; i know.&lt;br /&gt;i hope there will be more gentlemen at camp.&lt;br /&gt;so we girls don't have to carry everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Post-camp to-do list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-drink lots of water&lt;br /&gt;-eat cartons of watermelon if i still do not have _&lt;br /&gt;-NO sweets&lt;br /&gt;-bathe as many times as possible :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this little cute underwear purse.&lt;br /&gt;haha; i'm gonna get it.&lt;br /&gt;it's so adorable(:&lt;br /&gt;or, i shall hint my mum since my birthday is around the corner :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAYBE I'M NOT READY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do not be afraid i am with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have called you each by name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, there's this cute guy i saw the other day at compass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we took the same bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so on the bus, i was msging bestfriend, telling her how cute he is and yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i went to church, guess who i saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha; fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but he's only like cute and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you like some green eggs and ham?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, sure, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate going to church.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i go, there's ALWAYS problems.&lt;br /&gt;without fail.&lt;br /&gt;all sorts of stupid ridiculous problems.&lt;br /&gt;haunting of some really embarrassing moments,&lt;br /&gt;of some heart breaking moments too.&lt;br /&gt;it's not His fault.&lt;br /&gt;duh, it'll never be.&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;strong&gt; ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; destracted in church.&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly, i'll think of all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; times&lt;br /&gt;and when i'm not in church, i don't feel the way i do when i'm there.&lt;br /&gt;and, not in a good way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what am i to do to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-5062242476360957404?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5062242476360957404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=5062242476360957404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/5062242476360957404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/5062242476360957404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-kill-mocking-bird-play-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-8831617756574636356</id><published>2008-08-14T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:47:33.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Skipped school&lt;/span&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;cause i gotta take care of my sister?&lt;br /&gt;lame shit, i know.&lt;br /&gt;my brother's turn to skip school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i hope they're still in one piece when i return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i have it now?!&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;i have it every other time in every month since i was 11.&lt;br /&gt;why can't it be&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; NOW&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;let's go through the pros and cons shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pros;&lt;br /&gt;-i'll feel less uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;-i won't be so moody&lt;br /&gt;-i won't have to be embarrassed if i  -&lt;br /&gt;-no 'preetty lady' will come after me&lt;br /&gt;-i won't be feeling so disgusted all the time&lt;br /&gt;-i won't have to complain&lt;br /&gt;-i can do anything freely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cons;&lt;br /&gt;-i'll be moody&lt;br /&gt;-i'll feel really uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;-i won't have to be embarrassed cause - won't happen&lt;br /&gt;-what if the 'preetty lady' comes after me?&lt;br /&gt;-i will be feeling all gross the whole time there at ubin&lt;br /&gt;-i will complain&lt;br /&gt;-i can't do anything freely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see!&lt;br /&gt;that just proves that i should have - now.&lt;br /&gt;please please please god, let me have - before camp(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how we try to escape into our little world of perfectness, we always get pulled back by reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-8831617756574636356?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8831617756574636356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=8831617756574636356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8831617756574636356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8831617756574636356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/skipped-school-today-cause-i-gotta-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-2190866271507105237</id><published>2008-08-14T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:21:01.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let my heart be changed, renewed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, let me be changed; &lt;em&gt;renewed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta do something.&lt;br /&gt;i think i found the reason why i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;it's because i've drifted from you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;this is probably the best time to have a YISS thingy but thanks to lit, i can't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the weaknesses i see in me will be stripped away by the power of your love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All For Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Hillsong United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for love the Father gave&lt;br /&gt;For only love could make a way&lt;br /&gt;All for love the heavens cried&lt;br /&gt;For love was crucified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how many times have I broken Your heart&lt;br /&gt;But still You forgive&lt;br /&gt;If only I ask&lt;br /&gt;And how many times have You heard me pray&lt;br /&gt;Draw near to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I need is You&lt;br /&gt;My beginning, my forever&lt;br /&gt;Everything I need is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing all for love&lt;br /&gt;I will join the angels song&lt;br /&gt;Ever holy is the Lord&lt;br /&gt;King of Glory&lt;br /&gt;King of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for a love a Saviour prayed&lt;br /&gt;Abba Father have Your way&lt;br /&gt;Though they know not what they do&lt;br /&gt;Let the Cross draw man to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-2190866271507105237?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2190866271507105237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=2190866271507105237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/2190866271507105237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/2190866271507105237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-my-heart-be-changed-renewed.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-7777064149760171448</id><published>2008-08-14T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:50:52.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David Haas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come to you in the silence&lt;br /&gt;I will lift you from all your fear&lt;br /&gt;You will hear My voice&lt;br /&gt;I claim you as My choice&lt;br /&gt;Be still, and know I am near&lt;br /&gt;I am hope for all who are hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I am eyes for all who long to see&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows of the night,I will be your light&lt;br /&gt;Come and rest in Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid, I am with you&lt;br /&gt;I have called you each by name&lt;br /&gt;Come and follow Me&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you home&lt;br /&gt;I love you and you are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strength for all the despairing&lt;br /&gt;Healing for the ones who dwell in shame&lt;br /&gt;All the blind will see, the lame will all run free&lt;br /&gt;And all will know My name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid, I am with you&lt;br /&gt;I have called you each by name&lt;br /&gt;Come and follow Me&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you home&lt;br /&gt;I love you and you are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Word that leads all to freedom&lt;br /&gt;I am the peace the world cannot give&lt;br /&gt;I will call your name, embracing all your pain&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, now, walk, and live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid, I am with you&lt;br /&gt;I have called you each by name&lt;br /&gt;Come and follow Me&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you home&lt;br /&gt;I love you and you are mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-7777064149760171448?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7777064149760171448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=7777064149760171448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7777064149760171448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7777064149760171448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-mine-david-haas-i-will-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-4810979389242618261</id><published>2008-08-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:07:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And two loving arms never out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, vampire-romance can be SOO addictive.&lt;br /&gt;golly jeepers.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like reading comics however, vampire knight shall be an exception.&lt;br /&gt;the story is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i wonder if the hino person could draw a little faster cause like, i don't like being kept in suspense.&lt;br /&gt;yeapyeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel       lost.&lt;br /&gt;like something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;but what &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the shirt can b done by next week.&lt;br /&gt;what's with the whole changing this and that?&lt;br /&gt;tell me how to standardize the names and i'll do it  ?!&lt;br /&gt;like, hello?&lt;br /&gt;not everyone's name are the same.&lt;br /&gt;what? should i go apply for a &lt;em&gt;tan &lt;/em&gt;or a &lt;em&gt;lim&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;if you put everyone's surname infront, for the chinese surnames, it won't sound that weird.&lt;br /&gt;but mine would.&lt;br /&gt;and the name-on-the-sleeve was our idea.&lt;br /&gt;why can't &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; only have that.&lt;br /&gt;why must everyone else have it?&lt;br /&gt;and why do we keep changing?&lt;br /&gt;just stick to the original plan and everything would be done by atc.&lt;br /&gt;this is so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why can't they just shut the hell up&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-4533336239672066807</id><published>2008-08-08T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:46:07.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gawd !&lt;br /&gt;i need to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something bad is gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what is but I'm pretty sure it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;school? life? church?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so distant from god now.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't have the i-really-wanna-go-to-church feeling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where it went.&lt;br /&gt;and because it's gone, I've been cussing alot these few days.&lt;br /&gt;like, a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp,&lt;br /&gt;happy? sad? excited? angry?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda weird yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was cussing about how guys are this,this,this and this.&lt;br /&gt;and the next minute, i see the quite-hot-guy that i saw the other time&lt;br /&gt;and we're like - him.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda weird actually.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much freaked out with myself then Raychel is with me.&lt;br /&gt;it's like my emotions has a mind of its own.&lt;br /&gt;i can be really pissed one moment and happy the next, then pissed again.&lt;br /&gt;it's freaking the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't seem to find out the source of this problem =/&lt;br /&gt;was it the book that i was reading? was it - ? or was it simply cause i was tired?&lt;br /&gt;all of that could be a possibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-4533336239672066807?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-6535050190419423074</id><published>2008-08-08T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:07:37.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SJubjBLRuaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9n2Qp5eFwdQ/s1600-h/668786307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231946418034424226" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="140" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SJubjBLRuaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9n2Qp5eFwdQ/s320/668786307.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't stand it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SJubi1ak28I/AAAAAAAAAQc/fTCv7SSmdE8/s1600-h/621237554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231946414877367234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SJubi1ak28I/AAAAAAAAAQc/fTCv7SSmdE8/s320/621237554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate reading and watching things that had an ending to it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SJubi-sULKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TNuSW4HPjKc/s1600-h/623313277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231946417367690402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SJubi-sULKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TNuSW4HPjKc/s320/623313277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that i'm done with the book, i feel so empty.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SJub8AcOCSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/EjXJdKmWvMY/s1600-h/3948766073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231946847333779746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SJub8AcOCSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/EjXJdKmWvMY/s320/3948766073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like there's nothing else i could do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SJubjKiF26I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/V2gznaW1-e0/s1600-h/686370964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231946420546034594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SJubjKiF26I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/V2gznaW1-e0/s320/686370964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was telling my mum yesterday about the story and stopped halfway crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story was coming to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it felt like yesterday when she just entered Forks, and now she's married to Edward and with a child. The way she loves him and he loves her is just something you definately don't see everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why does it all have to end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-6535050190419423074?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6535050190419423074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=6535050190419423074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-6714520222828849057</id><published>2008-08-07T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:28:49.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm fucking pissed off with the fucking computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;after sitting my ass on this chair for almost an hour ranting on the things i was ranting on, the screen went blank and my post is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;now i'm more pissed than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-6714520222828849057?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6714520222828849057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=6714520222828849057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/6714520222828849057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/6714520222828849057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-fucking-pissed-off-with-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-759092014772817967</id><published>2008-08-07T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:37:29.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medeiros Glenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to live my life without you near me&lt;br /&gt;The days would all be empty&lt;br /&gt;The nights would seem so long&lt;br /&gt;With you I see forever oh so clearly&lt;br /&gt;I might have been in love before&lt;br /&gt;But it never felt this strong&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are young and we both know&lt;br /&gt;They'll take us where we want to go&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now, touch me now&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;The world may change my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the road ahead is not so easy&lt;br /&gt;Our love will lead a way for us&lt;br /&gt;Like a guiding star&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you if you should need me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to change a thing&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;So come with me and share the view&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you see forever too&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now, touch me now&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song reminds me of edward.&lt;br /&gt;cause it's almost like what he said to Bella and Bella to him.&lt;br /&gt;gawd,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-759092014772817967?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/759092014772817967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=759092014772817967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/759092014772817967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/759092014772817967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothings-gonna-change-my-love-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-4510913052014144906</id><published>2008-08-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:59:14.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A day of rest is not enough. That's why I'm taking two (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, I'm really dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;well not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; tired but tired enough to fall asleep during my paper and like randomly picked an answer.&lt;br /&gt;i really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;so, I'm skipping school tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;the initial plan was to get my hair rebonded but i guess it's not gonna happen so..&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that means a day alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all alone.&lt;br /&gt;ALL ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;shit, maybe I'll like sneak out or something.&lt;br /&gt;but i really wanna get my hair rebonded dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished my English compo, something i thought would be impossible for the really worn out me.&lt;br /&gt;but i did anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the book! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;breaking dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaawwd! it's so nice(:&lt;br /&gt;but i don't like it that Stephanie Myer ain't that descriptive. haha.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause I'm just a sick sick minded person. giggles.&lt;br /&gt;but like, getting pregnant? a vampire baby? Jacob imprinting on reneesme?&lt;br /&gt;no! not the ideal story i wanted to read about.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm kinda sad cause Edward is taken, married ):&lt;br /&gt;hahaha kidding, I'm sure Raychel will be telling me the next time she sees me to STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;haha got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read the chapter on Jacob and it totally affected my mood the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe because i had cramps.&lt;br /&gt;but mostly because of him.&lt;br /&gt;i pity him. and somehow, tears manage to escape from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;sniffles,&lt;br /&gt;it must be hard for him. Edward too. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll just stop here cause i've got no mood to go on.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;see! i'm so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it'll be easy to force out a tear so that JUST-IN-CASE raychel and i aren't in the same group. * wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just take it away, but they can never have yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-4510913052014144906?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4510913052014144906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=4510913052014144906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/4510913052014144906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/4510913052014144906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-of-rest-is-not-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-5734043722051133818</id><published>2008-08-02T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:31:20.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;you are the most important thing to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the most important thing to me ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if only you were made for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't mind eternal damnation (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS LOADS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i was too nice to be hated. haha.&lt;br /&gt;my dumb brother was dumb enough to leave the evidence on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;HOW LAME CAN YOU GET?!&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M TELLING MUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;loads of ants, spiders and yeah. creepy crawlies.&lt;br /&gt;ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;if leaving is the right thing to do,then i'll hurt myself to keep from hurting you. to keep you safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aww.. i cried reading this part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY IS POPULAR SO SO!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANNOYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breaking dawn is out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popular is so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;kinokuniya is already selling the book!&lt;br /&gt;ANNOYING ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, we saw monkeys today(:&lt;br /&gt;and they were effing.&lt;br /&gt;OMG! how interesting can lessons get?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LENNARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so Marie and i got Lennard a chocolate which melted terribly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oh my, but i like the picture Mario drew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;super cool. cool stuff like me(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I HAVE A PIMPLE THAT IS SO ANNOYING I WANNA RIP IT OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoying stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the tag was the main cause of Denise's irritation however, other factors like her pimple and Popular not having the book &lt;em&gt;breaking dawn&lt;/em&gt;, worsen the already-bad situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Social Studies much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;what if i'm not a superhero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;what if i was the bad guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could be the badest bad guy, but i'll still go gaga over you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-5734043722051133818?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5734043722051133818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=5734043722051133818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/5734043722051133818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/5734043722051133818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-most-important-thing-to-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-3290366198705952985</id><published>2008-08-01T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:59:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;it's been tiring studying and all.&lt;br /&gt;but the good thing was that even though i didn't study for Chinese, i passed it.&lt;br /&gt;and the stuff that i studied for geog, came out.&lt;br /&gt;how else grateful to the lord can i get?&lt;br /&gt;i just had that &lt;em&gt;feeling &lt;/em&gt;to study that part of the chapter.&lt;br /&gt;i've still got my science and math papers. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;but the good thing is that breaking dawn is out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was ok i guess but really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i don't always get my way so any colour should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;just as long as it's not neon colours or black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, get this clear, i do not like babyface.i just feel that he's very gentlemanly.&lt;br /&gt;after reading twilight, i think i'm gonna wait for someone like Edward.&lt;br /&gt;someone who will dazzle me the way he does.&lt;br /&gt;though i feeel that i need one now, the fact is, i don't.&lt;br /&gt;crushes i will have, but most probably not another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waste of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i can't stand it!&lt;br /&gt;even though the guy playing Edward isn't hot, but his character is just so omg.&lt;br /&gt;the way he fights for her.&lt;br /&gt;the way he protects her.&lt;br /&gt;the way he looks at her.&lt;br /&gt;the way he holds her.&lt;br /&gt;the way he kisses her.the way he dazzles her.&lt;br /&gt;the way he does everything.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, HOT STUFF i swear.&lt;br /&gt;i really really can't stand it. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if only god made guys like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes,it gets freaky that you like someone who is not at all a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but how can i help it if he is, to me,everything i ever wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gosh, i really really hope to meet omeone like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even if he was a vampire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at least he'll be a really hot one(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-3290366198705952985?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3290366198705952985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=3290366198705952985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/3290366198705952985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/3290366198705952985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/08/waste-of-time-gosh-im-really-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-648203686902384836</id><published>2008-07-29T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:59:41.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do i dazzle you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i feel sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;duh, cause i am? (physically)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;by hook or by crook, i'm gonna recover before atc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;no cough or fever is gonna ruin my fun. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so, for area 7 games day, my school left serangoon sec as the overall &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;champion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;cool huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;as usual, telematch got first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and yeah we had to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;we were against sec ones and twos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha, quite cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but i loved squashing the watermelon part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;damn sick but really cool. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and i went up to go receive the prize and it was soooo.. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;they took a picture and i smiled and i don't know if i looked retarded or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but the fact that it was in front of all the schools, omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;we also won tug-o-war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;seriously, it was funny to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;not really but yeah, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it was all girls on one side and north vista boys and 1 girl on the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and we won them just by 3 pulls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the first guys' face was so funny and cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;he was shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;like wow? girls against guys but we won instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;quite embarrassing yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but he was pretty hot. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and he looked just like &lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;now that was freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOLEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;while we were trying to complete Joleen's birthday card, we saw our atc groupmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and at the end of the whole thing, Raychel and i and some other friends went to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;when we came out, Samuel was helping his friend to ask someone for her number and at that time there was only Raychel and i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i think that he was asking Raychel while she feels that they're asking me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so it's rather retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and we've got new crushes! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Raychel have hers while i have mine. duh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;haha. but mine ain't a real person ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so Raychel and i were talking about some really really corny stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;stuff like any high school girl would fantasise about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;we were talking about how i would crush on this guy and she would on the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and they would happen to be best friends like us, and that they were crushing on us too. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and then we realise that our two groupmates happen to be best friends and i happen to use to have a crush on one of them and now Raychel, on the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but like i do not want that to happen cause like i totally have no interest in guys at this point of time. no idea why, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i'm definitely not gay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i want someone like &lt;em&gt;baby face&lt;/em&gt; who is a pure gentleman. nope he's not a sissy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;also, some one who can dazzle me like &lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;if only there was a two-in-one just for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but honestly, i feel that relationships are kinda retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;how you tell people you really love this guy, and breaking up the next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;not being able to stay as friends cause it's awkward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;how people talk about who is right and who is wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;honestly, it's damn retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i like the crushing part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;after you're together, it's just different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;if i continue to crush on a storybook character, i may end up in an asylum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but how not to when he's everthing you ever wanted?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i guess i'll go study now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;social studies is kinda interesting afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sri lanka and Northern Ireland. - cool uh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-648203686902384836?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/648203686902384836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=648203686902384836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/648203686902384836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/648203686902384836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-i-dazzle-you-i-feel-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-1678052472616388165</id><published>2008-07-22T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:47:01.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not feeling so good now.&lt;br /&gt;down with a cough?&lt;br /&gt;haha, sad case i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEROME is performing this friday/saturday.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go support him, but i may not be able to. ):&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna&lt;br /&gt;i wanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-1678052472616388165?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1678052472616388165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=1678052472616388165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/1678052472616388165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/1678052472616388165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-feeling-so-good-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-7296244210814299100</id><published>2008-07-19T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:04:27.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOW!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a psychic tells me that if i follow the right path and if i receive the required education, i will definitely be in the doctors' profession, something i thought i wasn't good enough to be.&lt;br /&gt;she said i was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smart &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pretty.&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i love the last part. duh. haha (:&lt;br /&gt;but she also said that my grandfather will not live through December.&lt;br /&gt;why is my family so complicating?&lt;br /&gt;now, all the people i love except my dad, is involved in this &lt;em&gt;thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-7296244210814299100?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7296244210814299100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=7296244210814299100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7296244210814299100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7296244210814299100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-psychic-tells-me-that-if-i-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-7613888811221171306</id><published>2008-07-18T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:43:52.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please give me more time with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped training with raychel to go visit my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather is uber thin. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;he's practically skin and bones. and it's not a joke.&lt;br /&gt;kim says he may go anytime.&lt;br /&gt;and that made me feel guilty for not spending enough time with him.&lt;br /&gt;he keeps asking to see my brother.&lt;br /&gt;so i've decided to risk it, knowing that my dad won't be happy, but he'll at least get to see darryl. at least before he finally closes his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;lord, please give more time.&lt;br /&gt;if only there's a way i can like help.&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i stay over, i might be able to help them with their chores and everything.&lt;br /&gt;if only i could.&lt;br /&gt;please lord, please don't take him now.&lt;br /&gt;please let him stay, at least until my aunt gets to see him.&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-7613888811221171306?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7613888811221171306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=7613888811221171306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7613888811221171306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7613888811221171306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-give-me-more-time-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-228163412767987315</id><published>2008-07-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:24:09.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will you be here now that i need you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~baby can i hold you tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Logarithm and trigonometry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's annoying!&lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't get the whole log concept thingy thingy.&lt;br /&gt;and there's a test tomorrow, like shit?&lt;br /&gt;help help help. i neeeeeeeed a tutor.&lt;br /&gt;HELP please? anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our little study session today was by far &lt;em&gt;the most&lt;/em&gt; productive one ever.&lt;br /&gt;i mean honestly, this is my first time actually studying.&lt;br /&gt;church&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a good place to study at. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~if only we did this before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should stop going to your friendster profile.&lt;br /&gt;every time i do, my heart still kinda ache.&lt;br /&gt;it's really retarded to still feel this way huh?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only Edward Cullen was real,&lt;br /&gt;i would fall &lt;strong&gt;Oh so deeply&lt;/strong&gt; in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if only ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i knew which hospital my grand daddy is in.&lt;br /&gt;i would like, go visit him now.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how is he feeling now; still in pain?&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind taking half of the cancer.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind taking the pain for him.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind doing anything now for as long as he lives.&lt;br /&gt;please don't take him away now?&lt;br /&gt;please? please? please? please? please? please? please? please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please OH Please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, saying this is just too selfish of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~maybe if you were here, things would be much much better?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really hate feeling this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it sucks i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a hug would be much appreciated now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i forgive you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;you are mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;take my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;go in peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;sin no more; beloved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-228163412767987315?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/228163412767987315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=228163412767987315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/228163412767987315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/228163412767987315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/will-you-be-here-now-that-i-need-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-767331540079670880</id><published>2008-07-15T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:07:37.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SHx0dobuN8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/S7SXzY2WYUA/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223177720261654466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SHx0dobuN8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/S7SXzY2WYUA/s320/Image060.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You make me smile (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chocolates are my bestestest friend now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the chocolate above is just the coolest of the coolest chocolates i've ever eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause mine had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;popping candy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so coooool!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's kinda sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;''go for it'' and look what happens now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-767331540079670880?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/767331540079670880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=767331540079670880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/767331540079670880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/767331540079670880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-make-me-smile-chocolates-are-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SHx0dobuN8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/S7SXzY2WYUA/s72-c/Image060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-8560303356229515877</id><published>2008-07-13T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:40:19.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please don't take him away from me; at least not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone rang loudly next to my ear at like 3 plus in the morning. it was my aunt from the states.&lt;br /&gt;and she broke the news to us.&lt;br /&gt;~ my grandfather has got stomach cancer.&lt;br /&gt;like, i really really feel like crying my heart out. like literally.&lt;br /&gt;what's life gonna be without him?&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what I'll do if he does ~&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really sad.&lt;br /&gt;and like, i don't understand why is there such evil people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;like, your OWN family and you do such a thing?!&lt;br /&gt;what the hell? i really don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;why why why why why why why why why?&lt;br /&gt;it really no fair. why do i have to have such a family?&lt;br /&gt;why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like, damn guilty!&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather is there,sick while i'm here feeling all happy talking to someone.&lt;br /&gt;like, i still can enjoy myself even when i know my grandfather is like,yeah !&lt;br /&gt;what kind of a person am i?&lt;br /&gt;and what i did yesterday was like DAMN obvious.&lt;br /&gt;and that's not good cause you're not suppose to know who i like; but i guess you do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to compass point and got a dress.&lt;br /&gt;met Amber and sat at Starbucks and like yeah, chilled.&lt;br /&gt;we had a great! chat.&lt;br /&gt;like 3 hours long?&lt;br /&gt;haha and if Marie didn't say she needed to go to the loo, i bet both amber and i would be like controlling over there. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;And Amber is like super funny.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and now that i know her better, i think she's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;amber, will you go with me to Shaun Paul's gig next sat?&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;wooo..&lt;br /&gt;what should i get for you on your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;shall i make muffins?&lt;br /&gt;shall i buy dino chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;shall i bake a cake?&lt;br /&gt;or shall i just wrap myself up and give you it?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha no luh, that was just a big big joke.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;also, i think i'm like the smartest kid.&lt;br /&gt;i finally know how to go to st.&lt;br /&gt;like wow.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun talking to you(:&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm falling for you; i just hope i don't hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i keep laughing at my own jokes like, wth. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-8560303356229515877?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8560303356229515877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=8560303356229515877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8560303356229515877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8560303356229515877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-dont-take-him-away-from-me-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-8557947568158660575</id><published>2008-07-09T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:02:19.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MONITOR CAMP?!&lt;br /&gt;omg, like help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda need alot alot of help.&lt;br /&gt;but like only i can help myself but, i don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU HELP ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marie, go for the thingy.&lt;br /&gt;please please please?&lt;br /&gt;if you're not going then i'm not going.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-8557947568158660575?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8557947568158660575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=8557947568158660575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8557947568158660575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8557947568158660575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/monitor-camp-omg-like-help-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-4800302495667236491</id><published>2008-07-08T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:38:22.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SHMZ7V24tVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NoWF4j3DC6U/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220544900322866514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SHMZ7V24tVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NoWF4j3DC6U/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, marie drew this. cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;haha. it kinda cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;somehow the world ain't a fair place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and yes it ain't fair to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but why let guys get in the way of our friendship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i mean, aren't we the 3 little pigs? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'm the smart one of course. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;so let's put the guys away and like mend our broken friendship first alright? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, let's not let history repeat itself again alright? (:&lt;br /&gt;alrighty then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the worst day of the week? haha&lt;br /&gt;i caught the sniffles and like yeah, i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;i may not be going to school tomorrow. (i wish)&lt;br /&gt;i've got some hta thing tomorrow and if i don't go, then i won't be able to change my uniform. now that's unfair!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i guess we were all just thinking tooo much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;honestly, i feel it'll never happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and obviously, i hope it'll never happen too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i hate history haha so let's not let history repeat itself again alright? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;it's starting to grow. i'll result to cutting the roots if that's the way to stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i will. and i have to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i do not want to see you hurt again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i would totally be a &lt;em&gt;bitch &lt;/em&gt;if i ever did that to you ever again. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;so yeah, let's not think too much. perhaps, muffin spca only needed to talk to someone about his problems and not, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;yeah, so let's not jump to conclusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;even though it seems that way, LET'S NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i really wonder why some people wants soo much attention.&lt;br /&gt;like, what can they get? (attention duh!)&lt;br /&gt;haha! what the toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and! omg, if muffin spca knows who i use to like, that means He will know that i use to like him?!&lt;br /&gt;since they're like best friends and all.&lt;br /&gt;omg, shit! this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA! muffin spca!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. omg so lame.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, he IS very very lame! and cool!&lt;br /&gt;purple looks good on you, not that you're gay or anything. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;if i said your name, i might just be hated for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;so let's keep it a secret! SsHHHHHH!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg there's like soooo much i wanna blog but i feel restricted to. ):&lt;br /&gt;there's sooo much i wanna tell you but i can't. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-4800302495667236491?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4800302495667236491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=4800302495667236491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/4800302495667236491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/4800302495667236491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/haha-marie-drew-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SHMZ7V24tVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NoWF4j3DC6U/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-4068164350179413278</id><published>2008-07-06T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:08:15.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fun fair was fun.&lt;br /&gt;sorta.&lt;br /&gt;but i still didn't get to dunk Joachim!&lt;br /&gt;no fair man!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were nice and that we were the ones who was to be blamed but,&lt;br /&gt;now, i understand what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;Even my mum don't use such a &lt;em&gt;tone&lt;/em&gt; on me and you, only a few years my senior, uses it on me and expecting me to do as you please?&lt;br /&gt;FORGET IT!&lt;br /&gt;''do this NOW, NOW!'' or '' go there NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;even if you were my senior, it gives you no right to use &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; tone on anyone for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;annoying annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like so interested in Stephanie Myers' books!&lt;br /&gt;they're damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;i bought book 2&lt;br /&gt;even thought i know that i will one day lose interest in it.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i just felt like collecting books(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EDWARD CULLEN&lt;/span&gt; ~ hot!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-4068164350179413278?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4068164350179413278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=4068164350179413278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/4068164350179413278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/4068164350179413278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-fair-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-3560333979630560410</id><published>2008-07-06T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:58:28.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i so finished the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it's kinda thick but i actually managed to finish it in less than a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;woah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;EDWARD CULLEN&lt;/span&gt; is damn hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;although i can't actually see him, but i can imagin him to be the most perfect guy ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;if only he was real and i was Bella. omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my life would be like, damn beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i seriously can't stand how hot he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i've finished reading the book; and it feels like there's no meaning in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;that's super dumb, but that's how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i wanna read the other books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I want a boyfriend by the name&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(not cecilia though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-3560333979630560410?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3560333979630560410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=3560333979630560410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/3560333979630560410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/3560333979630560410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-so-finished-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-2957893164612556832</id><published>2008-07-03T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:56:49.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i was feeling really happy today; as though i were to win $30, 000. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mr vicknesh's class is way way interesting than miss christine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and guess what? i found out i'm a sinhalese :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;after so many years, i've finally found out what i am. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so today, i got a msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and yeah. i got a msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;though i was high for awhile, but i felt the same after a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so, not much difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i just wanna know how did you know i thought you liked this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;someone must have told you it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and since i'm almost over it, it will not bother me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;this sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-2957893164612556832?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2957893164612556832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=2957893164612556832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/2957893164612556832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/2957893164612556832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-feeling-really-happy-today-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-7503340571526090497</id><published>2008-07-02T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:17:57.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;if only we could relive yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;now is the bestest time to run into your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i guess i've just gotta be strong now that i'm all on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i hope what i said before would not come ture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but i hope that you'll take away my ability to love; so i will never have to feel this way again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-7503340571526090497?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7503340571526090497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=7503340571526090497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7503340571526090497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7503340571526090497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-only-we-could-relive-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-7179501935106246487</id><published>2008-07-02T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:51:13.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you're kinda right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;having the gift of knowledge may not be a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sometimes knowing too much hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and yes it hurts a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but i think it's stupid to feel this way for someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;first, you feel happy just at one look and then, sad the next cause you find out he likes someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's kinda hopeless don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;even if that person does like you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;the very most, 2 months together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;and then? back to your old life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;denise and nicholas are still together after a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;haha, they might even get married some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;that's kinda cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i was like a retard on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;haha, i was praying to god for the gift of sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but when i removed my scapular and when i was all alone in my room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i started praying to him again, that he doesn't grant my wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i was too scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my room is just too eriee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it was and still is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;i kinda miss those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;when you were there beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;it's been so long but, .. forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm kinda happy that they postponed the farewell night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;cause it ain't gonna be a nice ceremony to attend with your bast friend who isn't gonna pass out with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it've got lots to say about amanda wong but i've got no mood to type today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;haha she's damn retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-7179501935106246487?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7179501935106246487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=7179501935106246487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7179501935106246487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7179501935106246487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/youre-kinda-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-8926118442173177316</id><published>2008-06-22T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:11:02.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit!&lt;br /&gt;omg, i'm so gonna get it from pamela gay tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;die die die die die die die die die die.&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-8926118442173177316?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8926118442173177316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=8926118442173177316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8926118442173177316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8926118442173177316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/06/shit-omg-im-so-gonna-get-it-from-pamela.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-3420521328849108239</id><published>2008-06-22T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:41:12.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is damn confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's also super irritating cause i don't like to be kept in suspense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yeap, damn annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;this is my guess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;PC told me that she heard from someone that there is someone that likes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;she gave me 4 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Edwin, Lennard,Dylan and S.paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;she gave me hints but it's like only after pestering her for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lennard is out. cause if it was him and anastasia knew about it, she most probably would not talk to me but still does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Edwin is out cause he likes someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;so it's left with that two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;i was like thinking and thinking on the bus and i came to a conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;PC told me that the person who (whatever) me 's bestfriend told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;and that person told me that he was the one who told PC about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dylan is not close to that person while the other one is.so it's like yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;well that's one possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;the other one is it could be the 3rd one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;cause amanda keeps telling me that she knows who dylan likes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;BUT then again it can't be s.paul cause, he can't possibly like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;to me,it's just impossible that he would like me so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;that's why this thing is so confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;and PC tells me to, '' wait for that person to confess to you''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;like wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i don't think i like that person anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's like, what's with the ignoring thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;damn annoying i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and there's just no heart pounding feeling when i'm near him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it was a mistake to let anyone know about the me still liking him thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;what's annoying is when your friends wanna say something that you can't know and they start msging each other infront of you somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;though i was really really pissed, i just had to fake a smile and pretend everything's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's like, i can't do anything anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think i like this person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;but i'm afraid to like that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;i don't know why either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and school starts like freaking tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm just not in the mood for studying now. nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;duh? who is? it's right after the holidays luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-7539177655576910815</id><published>2008-06-15T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:02:52.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i've just returned from camp and i've got alot to say!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;on the first day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we arrived at the campsite. and it was so gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there were leaves and big red ants everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yuck right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyway, took the same bus as him(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so we were given our bed sheets and pillow cases and then proceeded to our dorms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was ok just that i got the ulu bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so we shifted and to the comfortably of sleeping next to Cecilia(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so we went down for sessions and i swear, it was very boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the previous camp was way fun-ner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the first activity was games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was like a telematch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the first person had to bite the spoon with an egg on it to the 1st chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at the 2nd chair, we had to find some sweet that was buried in flour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we had flour all over our faces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at the 3rd chair, we had to transfer water into this container that had a ping pong ball in it. and the group to fill the container to the brim was the winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;unfortunately my group, love, didn't win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we broke like 2 eggs. it was totally gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;took a bath and had sessions after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so we had alot of sessions that involved tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeap. we were either touched by the holy spirit or some other reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for the first day, the sessions were pretty boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but as for the second day, i really felt the Holy spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this group from Christ the king church came to facilitate the session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we had loads of praise and worships! i enjoyed all of them(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i cried alot for the sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they were there to heal us. they told us to let go of the problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to just give it to Jesus. and we did and most of us cried. like alot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we went for confession and for me, it was father Paul goh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he had alot to say. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i told him my sins and he asked questions like, did you do your homework?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha and that was under some really bad sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after all that, we bathed, duh and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;on the 3 rd day, this sessions is one i will never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and that is why i'm typing it all down now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they made us to lift our hands up to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to allow him in and to forget all our problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we stood for quite some time before they came to pray over us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marie was crying and others too. but i didn't feel anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in fact i was forcing myself to feel something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so when they first came to pray over me, again, i didn't feel anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so i stood up again to be prayed over for the second time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and this time, the guy asked me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;guy: do you want to encounter the Holy Spirit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;guy: close your eyes and let god in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i ''fainted''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i swear, that was so so touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was the best i've ever felt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BUT! James, who also ''fainted'', foot was in my face and i thought it was a chair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i tried to get up but i couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was hard to open my eyes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so i decided to just lay there, with James' foot in my face, and embrace that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IT WAS DAMN BEAUTIFUL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i really can't express myself in words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and the minute i got up, i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i felt as though there was something stuck at my chest and it was so hard to breathe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and there i knew it was the Holy Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i will never forget this moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and at 10.47pm on the 14th june 2008, i have made a choice that would last for a life time. i chose God. and He will be with me till the end of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;one of my facil had the gift of vision and she said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that Jesus came to each and every one of us. and as he left, a guardian angel appeared behind us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and around us was a golden circle and something which seemed to be the devil tried coming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but every time he took a step into the circle, a wall would rise up, stopping it from coming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and when she finish saying that, i shed tears. cause i felt so loved by God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'For God so loved the world that he gave us His only Son" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i really love this camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i got pictures(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;woohoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'll post more soon(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with pictures(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-2118137726463731718</id><published>2008-06-11T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:46:38.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH! and thanks to the BAR BE CUE,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i gained weight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's like weeks of ''suffering'' totally went down the DRAIN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not happy about gaining weight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nope, not one bit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my dad tells me to go and bath with salt and vinegar later because i might have brought ''something'' back.  (Whoo~ )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i feel eerie too so i'm gonna do it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confi camp is like so around the corner and just take a look at my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY FACE&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*smiles smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm totally annoying my brother now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's  a  job  WELL DONE (:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-2118137726463731718?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2118137726463731718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=2118137726463731718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/2118137726463731718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/2118137726463731718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-and-thanks-to-bar-be-cue-i-gained.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-4915615060414339048</id><published>2008-06-11T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:39:18.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;np chalet was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;yeap(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;we were SOO close to the Old Changi Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;well, i was really looking forward to going in to take a look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;unfortunately, some of my friends had their --- so we didn't go in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;but at least the day didn't just end with a barbecue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;we went 0ut to cheers at 1 plus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;our main reason for going out that late was to go see transvestites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;like omg?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;some of them are prettier than me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;they were way taller than me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;anyway, as we were walking back to the chalet, we passed by this house.&lt;br /&gt;and at the window, there sat a man. an OLD man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i kinda took a glance at him and turned away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;duh, who isn't afraid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;and i'm very freaked by the ''OLD'' ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Raychel saw it too and told me to look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i kinda lost my temper because she talked about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;well I'll lose my temper too if my siblings would to say that at 1plus in the morning at changi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;sorry about that aye BESTfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;at the beach while picking up rubbish( for cip), i stumbled upon some interesting things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;first, i found a dead, decaying fish. i wanted to take a closer look at it but that would mean that I'll have to stick my leg into the water that had '' decaying fish stuff'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;haha. well yeah, BESTfriend and i only managed to look at it from a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;the next thing i found was an urn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;omg, i like didn't think that it was one until my junior told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i even wanted to borrow gloves to take it out?!&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, OMG imagine if i did that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ew.. or woo scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i also found this heart-shaped carved wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;it had some weird writings on it and being afraid that it might be some curse of whatsoever, i left it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;and it was a smart move(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;oh and on the second day, we cleaned the chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i swear it was so dirty, once i started i couldn't stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;you should have seen the hair and dirt left behind by the other.&lt;br /&gt;totally gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i mean, after you finish bathing right, will it hurt to just throw some water to ''flush'' down your own hair and dirt so the next person to use it will not feel so grossed out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;and the toilets,woah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;some people DIDN'T FLUSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;the toilets totally stank-ed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;grossness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i totally did not enjoy the sleeping part mainly because my nose was dripping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;it totally sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;and only after suffering for about 4 hours without sleep, and taking a clarinase pill did i managed to fall asleep. and to find myself being woken up by the noise my juniors made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;did i mentioned i was sleeping on the cold cold floor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;one side of my body is so stiff i can hardly move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;seriously! it's hurt like, ALOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;so basically, i had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i smelled nice after taking my bath after the barbecue. *(like duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;but it was because i used " JOHNSON's KIDS head to toe" shampoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MY SOAP SMELLS SO NICE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i kinda irritated my friends by repeating that sentance over and over again everytime i went to shower(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;these are taken and edited by ivyLEE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SE85louhVJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_C2-UuuMqMU/s1600-h/so+excited+!+what+that+!.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210446612641436818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SE85louhVJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_C2-UuuMqMU/s320/so+excited+!+what+that+!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SE85mQoQN_I/AAAAAAAAAO8/M6jzRySWy2A/s1600-h/they+are+so+retarded..JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210446623352567794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SE85mQoQN_I/AAAAAAAAAO8/M6jzRySWy2A/s320/they+are+so+retarded..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SE85lToXmgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/emUNQs9FBIs/s1600-h/raining.bestfriend.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210446606978488834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SE85lToXmgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/emUNQs9FBIs/s320/raining.bestfriend.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG! he commented me(: haha yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-4915615060414339048?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4915615060414339048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=4915615060414339048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/4915615060414339048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/4915615060414339048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay-np-chalet-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SE85louhVJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_C2-UuuMqMU/s72-c/so+excited+!+what+that+!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-3379053096616082539</id><published>2008-06-07T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:21:59.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm happy to see that things are going on well for most people. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;fine luh. BESTfriends' *** added her on msn while mine isn't online when i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he's in Bali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;if i take things too seriously and the worst happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;then I'll feel more ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;love is so complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;my life is like some drama series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and this is the episode whereby i'm confused of my feelings for someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha LAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i shall blog about me feeling happy instead of, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway, i burned some fats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yay! yay! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i think that i shouldn't complain that i'm living in some retarded little red dot&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cause there's no earthquake and cyclone and stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but i still don't like the govt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i don;t think i can sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i just watched this Indonesian ghost show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;though the acting was stupid, the ghost was hell frightening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it got me screaming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i don't dare to sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the show showed her on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what if i..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm not gonna sleep tonight i swear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;or i'm gonna drag my sister in the room with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm such a chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but this is nothing compared to the exorcist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if i were to see ''her'' face again, i think I'll take another 3 years to get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you see! that's how scary it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i think i'm gonna go sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gotta get my beauty Zzs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;how did you find out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;but i think you should just concentrate more on amber alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-3379053096616082539?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3379053096616082539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=3379053096616082539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/3379053096616082539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/3379053096616082539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-happy-to-see-that-things-are-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-2478067384214335517</id><published>2008-06-06T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:02:24.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm gonna bring colour back into my blog  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;it honestly needs, alot alot of colours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i hope you're having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;well duh, who goes over seas and not have fun? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;bestfriend, i hope we can, for the second time, star gaze together (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;so obviously i'm hoping that you'll stay over for the class chalet too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;we could go have fun on our own and go back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;or, if you have anyone in mind, we could go stay over at someones house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'll just tell my parents that i stayed over at the chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;doesn't it sound like a great plan?  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;then it'll be our very first time having a sleep over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;shall we have a pajama party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh wait! i don't wear pjs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(drats)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-2478067384214335517?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2478067384214335517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=2478067384214335517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/2478067384214335517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/2478067384214335517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-gonna-bring-colour-back-into-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-209597680795989725</id><published>2008-06-06T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:52:32.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i am so freaking bored! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;my life sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;OMg?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's so so so so boring!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm rotting at home like some rotting cheese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;one minute, everything seems so perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and the next, it seems like every thing's falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;what is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;did i do something wrong to deserve this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i can't see my grandparents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i can't see my cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i also can't see the guy i'm crushin' on. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bali is no where near here that's for sure)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;AND I'M ROTTING AT HOME ! (of all place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'll live. ( i have to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;just a few more days to my camps and chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;no more staying at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SEj6LU63BwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lySmQuFqZws/s1600-h/1_712310983l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208688041555068674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="177" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSQedqcdhSs/SEj6LU63BwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lySmQuFqZws/s320/1_712310983l.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;the guy on the left is the kind montfort guy that helped us carry the heavy load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;such a gentleman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;''what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;there's a few strands of my hair that is so light it looks golden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but no white hair! (thank god)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm so jumping from point to point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;no wonder i don't score high marks for my compo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;tst tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;god!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm gonna go rot some more!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;it's not a must to like anyone. yeap, &lt;strong&gt;i know that&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;mummy keeps telling me not to get myself involved in anymore relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;but amazingly she was ok with my first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;but like i said, guys will be guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;sigh, if only there was someone who was like him, but only in the beginning. i don't want the ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;i kinda feel afraid that if i like Dylan, people might say stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;though i can chose to ignore it but if i was in his position, i wouldn't like that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;some may also think that i'm using him to forget Gabriel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;but this &lt;strong&gt;i can promise&lt;/strong&gt; that it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;he's long &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt; from my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;but if i was Dylan, i would have given up hope long long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;which means i ruined my chances. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;i should have followed my heart in the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;i was dumb to say yes to it when i felt a connection between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;as for now, the hope of you liking me is probably so slim it can't be seen. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;since you can gossip with your friends and bad mouth about me, i'm sure you won't hesitate to tell Dylan that either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;it seems as though i'm fated not to have any guy friends. (other than some people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;it's like, some 'spark' will be present. and then it'll kinda ruin our friendship when i do not accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;first was some css guy now, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;sigh sigh sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'll wait for camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;if it doesn't work out, then that's the day i'm over likings guys from church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(not that i'm negative but it'll ruin my ''reputation'' )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if only it could be a happily ever after.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-5892459425256086496</id><published>2008-06-05T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:47:48.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;and now that it did, what am i to do?&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;bestFRIEND, help.&lt;br /&gt;my hands are cold now.&lt;br /&gt;help help help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to feel rejected so i usually just give in but this time it's different.&lt;br /&gt;i can't just give in.&lt;br /&gt;i can't lie about my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;and i won't.&lt;br /&gt;not anymore. i did it once and i learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;no more shall it happen again.&lt;br /&gt;HELP?!&lt;br /&gt;i'll go find cupid and talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's got some advise that might help(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh! at the same time, my legs are burning cause i've just applied the cream.&lt;br /&gt;it's burning( literally)&lt;br /&gt;but since it works, i don't mind the pain.&lt;br /&gt;hey what'd they say, no pain no gain.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE OH WHERE IS CUPID?&lt;br /&gt;(sleeping i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is starting to get awkward.&lt;br /&gt;hey! some junior copied my toodles!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg!&lt;br /&gt;raychel is still not at home?!&lt;br /&gt;i needa talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;will the bus like drive faster?&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-5892459425256086496?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5892459425256086496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i went to church just now to clean the ava room.&lt;br /&gt;it's like OMG!?&lt;br /&gt;5 years of dirt and dust and did i mention cobwebs?&lt;br /&gt;like seriously?&lt;br /&gt;ooh.. we were scrubbing the walls and i think i put a little too much force and the paint kinda came out with it.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;we're going to Silra home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;which means we'll be free from 10-12pm.&lt;br /&gt;which means that it'll happen again.&lt;br /&gt;you making me feel unimportant will happen all over again.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;this time, i'm not gonna let it get to me.&lt;br /&gt;what goes around comes around, so if you're doing that on purpose, i wish you good luck.&lt;br /&gt;and to ensure that it'll not happen again, i'm gonna bring things to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;things like.. erm..&lt;br /&gt;maybe my ''To kill A Mocking Bird'' book?&lt;br /&gt;yeap i shall bring that cause i've not yet completed the chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll need to seek help for the one Above.&lt;br /&gt;i'll ask him to give me comfort.&lt;br /&gt;i'll ask him to give me peace and that i will not take my anger out on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'll ask him to dry my tears so that i will not shed a tear in front of anyone.&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, i'm gonna wear a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how fake it'll look, i'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Amanda is gonna make me walk with her to the shell station to buy the sausage and her milk and we'll most probably walk back again cause Amanda wants to buy another sausage.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all this shit, i realise i'm getting closer to my mummy.&lt;br /&gt;i think she's pretty understanding after all.&lt;br /&gt;she gives great advices.&lt;br /&gt;same are lame but others are pretty much useful.&lt;br /&gt;like when she said not to get into a relationship, i shouldve listened.&lt;br /&gt;yeap. i regret it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go visit my grandparents but it seems almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;my family is soo complicated.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why i can't have a family that doesn't quarrel everyday.&lt;br /&gt;or a family who disowns each other.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for my happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i have a life like Denise tan?&lt;br /&gt;she's got a seemingly perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;her grades are not bad.&lt;br /&gt;her first boyfriend and they're like together for almost 9 months now.&lt;br /&gt;her life seems so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;and then compare mine with hers?&lt;br /&gt;gosh i'm no where near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg my life sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and BF, now you know how i felt when i was crazy over him?&lt;br /&gt;you really like the guy but at the same time to try not to show cause you're afraid people will say that you're desperate and all.&lt;br /&gt;well you're not.&lt;br /&gt;it's normal for you to feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;don't give a damn to what others say about him cause different people have different 'taste'&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks for being there when my tears refuse to stop.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there to cheer me up by telling my all your lame lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.. stand by for tomorrow, cause i doubt i'm that strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-955286536696426154?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/955286536696426154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=955286536696426154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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were marching, the other schools only needed one person to say the timing while we needed the whole of 25 people just so that we can hear ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;that's how soft we are.&lt;br /&gt;and our foot drills totally suck.&lt;br /&gt;crescent girls and holy highs' foot drills were like woah!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day, we were sitting at the fourth row and in front of us was my primary school friend.&lt;br /&gt;my BF is totally crushing on him now. haha&lt;br /&gt;for lunch, it's my FIRST time to ever finish the ''NP'' food.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's cause i didn't eat yesterdays' breakfast and dinner. yeap that must be why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the second day, this dumb pig CI told us to move to the front.&lt;br /&gt;and we sat at the VERY front.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;do they not know how uncomfortable it is to sit with our np skirt?&lt;br /&gt;you can't sit this way, or that way.&lt;br /&gt;you can't cross your legs..&lt;br /&gt;so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;my motto shall be ''To every action there is an opposite and equal reaction''&lt;br /&gt;sounds physicsy&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to upload any of my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;no fair.&lt;br /&gt;and BF is very perverted i swear!&lt;br /&gt;she takes pictures of me.&lt;br /&gt;i know why, cause she misses not seeing me the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;that's why she needs my pictures(:&lt;br /&gt;but if you dare put those retarded pictures on your blog or even friendster,&lt;br /&gt;RAYCHEL TAN JIA YI i swear i'll put yours too. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting tired of listening to this song&lt;br /&gt;but i'm gonna listen to it until one day it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;until one day when i can smile freely again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-7756947136886305412?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-8837631918858202778</id><published>2008-05-30T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:30:34.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NP can be pretty fun, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we went to HTA for some stupid course that lasted for 6 hours?!&lt;br /&gt;but our area wasn't the only one attending the course. (that's the good part)&lt;br /&gt;there was a pretty cute guy from st. pat's.&lt;br /&gt;and another one from some other school.&lt;br /&gt;yeapyeap.&lt;br /&gt;but they're all not in our area.&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! i saw Shannon(not sure of spelling)&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i waved to him a couple of times before he waved back.&lt;br /&gt;he's shy.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday was also super embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;some of my school girls went to ask for the st. pat's guys' e-mail/ number and got rejected?!&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;the point is that we're now seen as some desperate girls school?&lt;br /&gt;Wth.&lt;br /&gt;so embarrassing. she got rejected some more.&lt;br /&gt;i hope this batch of people go for the course in Deyi sec.&lt;br /&gt;ok to be more exact, i want HIHS to go so that i can wave to that guy again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next topic.&lt;br /&gt;i think crying it out helps.&lt;br /&gt;it sure did help me a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;but you know, it's kinda retarded to cry only after 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;i cried like it was the end of the world?&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't when it happened on that day.&lt;br /&gt;and if you like Marie, i most probably would see it as what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;what i did to Amanda in the past seems to be happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i deserved it for not making the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;and this Sunday is gonna be like last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;how you are so good at making someone feel soo unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;yeap you're good at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it'll all get better in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-8837631918858202778?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8837631918858202778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=8837631918858202778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8837631918858202778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8837631918858202778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/05/np-can-be-pretty-fun-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-1558746277795890651</id><published>2008-05-25T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:45:58.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i should not take it out on you.&lt;br /&gt;it's not even your fault.&lt;br /&gt;but please stop asking me those questions cause you're giving me FALSE hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think of it, if i hadn't started anything, all this wouldn't even happen.&lt;br /&gt;and i wouldn't feel the way i feel now, or yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;why should i let it bother me?&lt;br /&gt;is he that worth it?&lt;br /&gt;what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;if only all these thoughts actually work.&lt;br /&gt;it's no point if it works only sometimes and doesn't in church.&lt;br /&gt;i think that's the most important place it should work.&lt;br /&gt;what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm getting back what i did to the other guy.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i feel this way because i'm not satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;idk. something like that.&lt;br /&gt;it's almost like i wasted my first kiss kinda feeling?&lt;br /&gt;yeap. something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it'll be great if i had an older sibling i can complain to.&lt;br /&gt;my two siblings will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;friends?&lt;br /&gt;who's actually there to listen to my repeated crap?&lt;br /&gt;my mum?&lt;br /&gt;she's great at ''listening''&lt;br /&gt;what goes in, comes out from the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to a place where there are pretty flowers and a nice weather.&lt;br /&gt;peace and quietness.&lt;br /&gt;where everything seems perfect.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i gotta keep dreaming cause somehow that ain't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stand how everything seems like a routine.&lt;br /&gt;it's like every Sunday, i'll take the 8.17 bus and this mother and daughter will always be on it.&lt;br /&gt;then we'll stop at the hiding place where they will switch to 86 will i switch to 103.&lt;br /&gt;and at my 103 bus stop, i'll always see this old guy with this lady.&lt;br /&gt;the guy will then cross the road and board bus 163&lt;br /&gt;while the lady board 86.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see!&lt;br /&gt;i can remember all this because it's been happening over and over again every Sunday?!&lt;br /&gt;routine much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we really can't judge someone by the way they look.&lt;br /&gt;clement gives really good advices.&lt;br /&gt;woah. i'm actually shocked.&lt;br /&gt;he's a nice kid(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i'm gonna agree with what you said just now.&lt;br /&gt;that boys are a waste of time and that they are not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna say i can't live without you cause hey, i've been living for 14 years without you and i'm high and alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll continue later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-1558746277795890651?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1558746277795890651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=1558746277795890651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/1558746277795890651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/1558746277795890651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-5222306033980332422</id><published>2008-05-24T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:31:40.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was suppose to sleep in until about 11 but i woke up at 8 instead.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i would be able to finish reading the bible at the end of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;not that i want to but i've got soo much time that it can be made possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would someone just pick me up,&lt;br /&gt;wrap me &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;ship me to Charlie's CHOCOLATE factory?&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm oh so tempted to take a bite of that milky chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;Mmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh great..&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna go clean the beach Again.&lt;br /&gt;woah.. sounds really ''fun'' huh?&lt;br /&gt;hey! maybe we'll find a dead fish head again.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;that was really gross.&lt;br /&gt;i still can remember the smell. (grossness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIE DURRAY paik choo is a PIG!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i had doctor Phil around.&lt;br /&gt;maybe he could solve my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go explore the old changi hospital.&lt;br /&gt;but i've got a BestFriend who is a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;what if i get possessed?&lt;br /&gt;OMgawd!&lt;br /&gt;that'll be cool BUT i don't wanna try it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIE SAYS SHE CAN READ MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to my topic of boredomness.&lt;br /&gt;whoops i can't cause my time is up. ):&lt;br /&gt;so raychel, i'm not able to write anything about you.&lt;br /&gt;but i will next time(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-5222306033980332422?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5222306033980332422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=5222306033980332422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/5222306033980332422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/5222306033980332422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-suppose-to-sleep-in-until-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-1305542912553613373</id><published>2008-05-23T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:45:55.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANNA EAT CHOCOLATES REAL BADLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;cause i'm on a diet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i'm suppose to go collect my report book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but i'm too scared to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;in total, i failed 4 out of 7 subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;how stupid can i get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i've never failed so many before. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;if crying can help me pass, then i think the there'll be a tsunami part 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i think Mrs Goh is super UNREASONABLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;after our dumb rehearsal, joleen and i bumped into her while making our way down to the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;we greeted her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and confiscated the rubik's cube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;she told me to get it from her after school but i totally forgot about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;so yesterday, i went to her and ask for the cube and she said she was not gonna return it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i explained that it's not mine and she said that wasn't her prooblem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;wtF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;she said i was playing with it during training and that her confiscating it was a must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;screw her man! i wasn't even playing with the bloody cube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and talking about ma'ams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i think Joyce teo is not cut out for the position of sec one teacher officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;she is too kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the sec 1s are practically climbing over her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;she is not at all strick towards them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;they gave excuses like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;belt to tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;boots to big,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;skirt too small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;then why the hell did we ask YOU to place the order according to YOUR size?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i don't remember my squad giving so much crap 2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;even the sec 2s are way better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and instead of telling them to exchange with their friends or find some other solution,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;joyce teo tells them that they do not need to use their full u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;then can you tell me what is the significance of the NPCC swearing in ceremony if everyone just wore their school uniforms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;stupid shit excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i can't stand it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but wait, i'm not the training coordinater so i can't say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;besides, since it's not my problem, i'm not gonna bother about it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My tummy is grumbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i can almost hear it say,'' feed me feed me''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=1305542912553613373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/1305542912553613373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/1305542912553613373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanna-eat-chocolates-real-badly-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-5780394301361007980</id><published>2008-05-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:55:29.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's mass was horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;the choir was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;you see!&lt;br /&gt;if i had joined, it wouldn't sound so bad. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school ended, we had a leadership workshop thingy with miss CHOW?!&lt;br /&gt;OMG i almost died in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the wake.&lt;br /&gt;so we met up with Francis and Judith.&lt;br /&gt;and we talked and laughed and yeah..&lt;br /&gt;then when we were going home, the bus uncle jammed my hands.&lt;br /&gt;he closed the door on me):&lt;br /&gt;that was the saddest and most embarrassing thing that ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;well it's not the first on my ''most embarrassing moments'' list but i guess i can rank the second.&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memory of my past haunts me every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i play dodge ball and someone throw the ball real hard on my head and i suffer a concussion. maybe i might forget the stuff i don't wanna remember.&lt;br /&gt;or i might just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am determined to lose at least er.. (some weight) before camp.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not desperate for relationships or anything so I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for the day my hot guy drop hints. :D&lt;br /&gt;(god knows when)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't we have an exchange programme with a boys school?&lt;br /&gt;haha. that'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to acs (b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-5780394301361007980?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5780394301361007980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=5780394301361007980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/5780394301361007980'/><link 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style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;till we finally sat on swings while enjoying our ice-creams(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mine dripped all over my skirt ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was so not cooperating with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm excited for the up coming consecutive camp s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that means i wont be home one the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8-10th June and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;13-17 june.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that also means i'm gonna be happy for those few days away from home(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sad but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's cool we're just friends (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i had alot to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i just can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;STM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-5529692188610467190?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5529692188610467190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we had games day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;though i thought i'd miss it but i'm was not gonna be so selfish and leave ophelia all alone.&lt;br /&gt;so i turned up that day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;i specifically told the lady to slightly thin it.&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;but she endeed up ''shaving'' it&lt;br /&gt;i feel bald now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's class was ok.&lt;br /&gt;well what fun can you get?&lt;br /&gt;i think there was eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;or..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was thinking too much?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd better go off to bad now.&lt;br /&gt;church ing tomorrow.&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/33799154-6122018223001852200?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6122018223001852200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=6122018223001852200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/6122018223001852200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/6122018223001852200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-had-games-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-1013902524598918185</id><published>2008-05-14T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:09:10.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously feel like a loser..&lt;br /&gt;if only i could turn back time, i would have studied and not let that stupid, not worth it matter worry me.&lt;br /&gt;this is the worst worst year for me.&lt;br /&gt;how could something like this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be kaisu, i'm gonna studying all my first semester stuff during the june holidays since i don't think my parents would allow me to go anywhere after seeing my horrible terrible results.&lt;br /&gt;who knows, i might not even be allowed to go for confi camp let alone the class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had it enough with my brain.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get a new one!!&lt;br /&gt;how the hell am i gonna get over it if everyday i dream of you?&lt;br /&gt;and then now msg es?&lt;br /&gt;this is bloody annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i know what.&lt;br /&gt;i should just like some random guy. (it might work)&lt;br /&gt;although Dylan was the first on the list, i don't think i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, think about it.&lt;br /&gt;he might feel like a substitute &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(like how i did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no i do not have feelings for peter wong.&lt;br /&gt;why the hell would you say that?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel dumb and unwanted and FAT and dumb and... yeah&lt;br /&gt;if only i had an older sibling then i can complain to him all day long.&lt;br /&gt;or it could be a her?&lt;br /&gt;but then again a him would be nicer(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-1013902524598918185?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1013902524598918185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=1013902524598918185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/1013902524598918185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/1013902524598918185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-seriously-feel-like-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-3864184275824397241</id><published>2008-05-14T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:44:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am a failure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think i failed like 5 subjects out of 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm so dumb):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think i'm gonna start studying for my end of year exams like during the june holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've decided to only msg you after i'm really over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;if not i might like you back all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think p.Wong is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i even dreamt of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT i definately do NOT like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello Wello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am Joleen (: Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and that was the annoying chicken that goes cluck every lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm currently doing a stupid survey in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and it's like SUPER DUPER annoying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's like annoying me like shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how do i feel today you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel like a loser and a stupid kid who can't get over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-3864184275824397241?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-8405768348455040497</id><published>2008-05-13T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:59:21.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta umpire the captain's ball and dodge ball game.&lt;br /&gt;they seriously chose the WRONG person to umpire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked for my mind to be kept busy and my prayers were answered. (not the way i expected)&lt;br /&gt;so today- umpire course(captain's ball)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow- rehearsal for the cca leader thingy&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- umpire course (dodge ball)&lt;br /&gt;Friday- npcc training&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time, i'm actually looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna look for the once happy and enthu kid in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today we had NO lessons.&lt;br /&gt;and thank god i was smart enough not to bring any books today.&lt;br /&gt;and we ended up sleeping(:&lt;br /&gt;some were sleeping on the floor. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20% of me is back.&lt;br /&gt;at least this time, i respond to jokes.&lt;br /&gt;at least i don't look like a walking zombie&lt;br /&gt;but seriously woman.&lt;br /&gt;open your stupid eyes and see that it's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i made a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;what's gone is gone.&lt;br /&gt;don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just looking forward to the class chalet and confi camp(:&lt;br /&gt;looking most forward to talk to joel! [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-8405768348455040497?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8405768348455040497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=8405768348455040497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8405768348455040497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/8405768348455040497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/05/guess-what-ive-gotta-umpire-captains.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-138993876439625714</id><published>2008-05-12T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:55:32.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the saddest thing i had to do this morning was to cut my nails):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i just filed it yesterday and had to shave it bald today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wtH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;checked our papers today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;English and Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i passed English- duh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but as for Chinese, i failed paper 1 section 1 by 1 mark and paper 2 by 3 marks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;how annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;if only i've gotten another answer correct in paper 2, i would have just passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;then they asked the student body for feedback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and my group suggested that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-more toilet paper should be provided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-the plants in the toilet to be removed. ( it's seriously damn creepy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Air Freshener to be used ( loads of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-more variety of food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;these are the more irrelevant ones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-more flowers to be planted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-to come to school at 8.30 everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-paint our own classrooms .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hmm.. also we had to sit in the stupid gym for more than like 5 hours (i think, didn't count)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but like HELLO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the gym was freaking hot and i almost died of heat stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well the good thing is, I'M STILL ALIVE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but i fell asleep like alotta times. yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's either i'm allergic to whatever i ate yesterday OR it was because i scratched my rash and it spread to the other part of my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i had rashes on my face, leg and arms and i swear, it was ANNOYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i thought i could skip school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;turns out, i got better and have no excuse. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but i can predict that i will get rashes on the day of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i hate playing those games and they just had to put my name in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;since st. emilie is already a goner, i don't see how my not appearing can affect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;yeap, i'm a bad vice-captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but seriously, even st HELEN beat us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;that shows we're really really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;this name sounds kinda nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;DYLANA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but i guess i wouldn't use it cause it's like dylan with an A at the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and no, i don't like that person but people might think i do. which i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've got so much to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but i forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i can't anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;even though we can't be together, can we still be friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-138993876439625714?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/138993876439625714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/138993876439625714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/05/saddest-thing-i-had-to-do-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-2042014378523059768</id><published>2008-05-11T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:51:05.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i was desperate for entertainment and resoted to watching, '' Desperate housewives"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's pretty interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;though it had like alot of gay scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i feel kinda happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;amanda and i finally got back as friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;now we're talking like as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;at the expense of losing you):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-2042014378523059768?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-3897257259225795790</id><published>2008-05-11T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:27:53.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>joined MRM today.&lt;br /&gt;actually the truth is, i don't even wanna join a ministry.&lt;br /&gt;and choir?&lt;br /&gt;no way to 9 am.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda wanted the Saturday 6.30 choir and that's a hell no.&lt;br /&gt;no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know that so many people from my school joined MRM, but didn't turn up.&lt;br /&gt;people like cally,cecilia, kimberly,brigid..&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;/strong&gt;blog right?&lt;br /&gt;means I've got the right to say whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;so if you happen to pass by this blog and do not like what i'm about to say then please close this window and don't bother reading the rest(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;firstly, i would like to rant about this person nicknamed &lt;strong&gt;pig&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;last year, though many people told me stuff about you, i chose to be friends with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but just a question, why do you try soo hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're a nice kid. to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but because you try so hard, that people dislike being with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm saying this cause i feel that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;look, i'm not saying I've never lied before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my previous lie was something like saving someones butt from getting in trouble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but it's still a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but you lie to get notice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and to be like popular and stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well let me tell you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from my point of view, you're a nice kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you'll be well liked if you stop trying so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause, knock knock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're so called friends around you are btching about you as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like people giving my e-mail address to their friends telling them that i'm available.&lt;br /&gt;wtF?&lt;br /&gt;that's so not nice.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really mind them adding me but i &lt;strong&gt;don't want&lt;/strong&gt; to feel like an item being introduced and people consider if they wanna buy me.&lt;br /&gt;that's really annoying!&lt;br /&gt;i hate people doing that!&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM NOT A BLOODY ITEM!fs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;我决定今天放弃。放弃等于不在睡觉之前想你，不在爱你。我想我得把这件事当成一场经验看待&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-3897257259225795790?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3897257259225795790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=3897257259225795790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/3897257259225795790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/3897257259225795790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/05/joined-mrm-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-4932605828581758025</id><published>2008-05-10T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:01:55.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought i could be strong, but i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with Raychel to Pasir Ris Park yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;let's just say we're two 15 year old kids who doesn't want to grow up(:&lt;br /&gt;because of the rain, it was high tide and there was practically no way we could build sand castles.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't dare climb the spider web because.. i just suddenly had fear of falling and getting hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Question: does anyone with the right mind go cycling with skinny jeans?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was boring and so we took the bus and went to AMK hub.&lt;br /&gt;on our way there, i guess i ruined the mood since on the bus till we reached home.&lt;br /&gt;i apologise for that.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to forget about it. but i can't&lt;br /&gt;so i'm really sorry for ruining the outing.&lt;br /&gt;give me some time, and you might see the happy me again.&lt;br /&gt;i hope its soon but no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream and i went to yahoo and searched for meanings and this was what it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i dreamt that Marie and i went to china for like a school trip or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Trip"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To dream that you are going on a trip, suggests that you are in need of a change of scenery.� You are feeling overworked and need to take time out for yourself for some fun and relaxation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;then i dreamt that i lost my way to someones' house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To dream that you are lost, suggests that you have lost your direction in life or that you have lost sight of your goals. You may be feeling worried and insecure about the path you are taking in life. Alternatively, you may be trying to adjust and get accustomed to a new situation in which the rules and conditions are ever changing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;this is the most wackiest part of the dream. i dreamt i was together with R.L ew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gross. i guess it's probably because raychel and i were talking about this stuff that i dreamt about it. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lesbian&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are a lesbian &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(but you are not in your waking life),&lt;/span&gt; signifies a union with aspects of yourself. It is symbolic of self-love, self-acceptance, and passion. You are comfortable with your sexuality and femininity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;praise the lord it's not something to do with me wanting to become one or becoming one in my ''walking life''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of boo radley, a character from my lit book. weird huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cartoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This dream serve as an escape from the stressful realities of your life. It is your way of obtaining moments of lightheartedness and fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i think the meanings are pretty interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-4932605828581758025?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4932605828581758025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=4932605828581758025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/4932605828581758025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/4932605828581758025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-thought-i-could-be-strong-but-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-7654426694810804185</id><published>2008-05-09T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:13:39.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;things got complicated and it had to end this way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it feels weird now that we're not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's weird not to think of you before going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's weird not to look at my phone and wait for your msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's also weird that i can't stop talking and thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's like everything anyone say, i don't know how, but it'll link to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I'll HAVE to get use to not doing all these anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's hard but i gotta try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's boring at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I've gotta like do something to keep my mind occupied so i wouldn't think about anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but this way, the pain won't be so intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm also not gonna cry anymore. (cause i won't stop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and plus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crying = use of tissue = more trees die = global warming = depletion of ozone layer = people die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;= I'll die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so.. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i realise i'm pretty dramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like once over the same thing, i was crying on my way home and when i got back my dad asked and i lied saying that i didn't think i did well for my SS paper. i somehow cheered up a little, went in the room, closed the door with a smile and when the door was closed, i cried like it was the end of the world.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;end of sad stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;m&amp;amp;m :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was said to make guys horny. but i don't see how it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but for me, after eating them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no i did not get horny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't know why but i felt really really high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was the same feeling i got when we drank a little too much at the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HOLIDAYS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll die if i have to stay home during the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i swear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i watched the same series of the Ellen Degeneres show 5 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some other discovery channel thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;desperate housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and some detective show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm dying soon and my mum doesn't allow me to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and honestly, if i don't get out of the house today, you might have to visit me at the loony bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sad case huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;raychel is the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's there when i was up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's there when i was down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's there when..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean you get it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's there when i'm going through everything i went through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she gives funny advices and she can be REALLY retarded at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and how sad or unhappy i can be, she never fails to cheer me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my life is in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna do something about it!&lt;br /&gt;i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-7654426694810804185?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7654426694810804185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=7654426694810804185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7654426694810804185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/7654426694810804185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-got-complicated-and-it-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112468919194954048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799154.post-4971258515502870169</id><published>2007-02-25T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:14:33.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>raychel was here (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33799154-4971258515502870169?l=emilie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4971258515502870169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33799154&amp;postID=4971258515502870169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33799154/posts/default/4971258515502870169'/><link rel='self' 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