<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708587</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:51:53.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart bleeds cos you arent here wif me</title><subtitle type='html'>blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708587.post-110096582718099041</id><published>2004-11-20T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T07:50:27.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh! i am so frustrated man!&lt;br /&gt;i made this pic that is totally awesome... for a new layout at my NEW blog...&lt;br /&gt;but my photo became like mirco-sized!!!! stupid photobucket... grr.....&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majorly pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but watching shark tale, princess diaries 2, r.e.  and the incredibles helped LOADS. :)&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/6708587-110096582718099041?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/110096582718099041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/110096582718099041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_11_20_archive.html#110096582718099041' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-110022337022781284</id><published>2004-11-11T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T17:36:10.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was spouting rubbishh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. working ON my NEXT template! :)&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i will have a template LINK soon!&lt;br /&gt;it will link all the templates i've created.&lt;br /&gt;UM,&lt;br /&gt;only the good ones though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-110022337022781284?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/110022337022781284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/110022337022781284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_11_11_archive.html#110022337022781284' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-110015141976415329</id><published>2004-11-10T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:36:59.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I SO HATE MY MUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid fucked up gay tutor gave me some dammed hmk and then MUM had to go and remove the pen marking from the page so i didnt know which one to do. BUT I COULDN'T FUCKING HELL REMEMBER SO I JUST PICKED A STUPID 48 ALGEBRA SUMS TO DO WHICH IS SECONDARY TWO WORK MAY I ADD, AND OBVIOUSLY I DIDNT KNOW IT THAT WELL, AND SHE HAD TO CHECK IT AND SHE'S LIKE TREATING ME AS IF IM &lt;s&gt;THAT&lt;/s&gt; STUPID. LIKE I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO ANY OF THE SUMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG. I HATE MY TUTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-110015141976415329?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/110015141976415329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/110015141976415329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_11_10_archive.html#110015141976415329' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109972894150686207</id><published>2004-11-05T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T00:15:41.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am &lt;strong&gt;BACK! &lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;australia was fun and great, but nothing like singapore! things there so EX lor! ok, let me tell you what happened on the &lt;strong&gt;7 DAYS &lt;/strong&gt;when i was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1 -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flew to brisbane, gold coast. arrived there about 7.a.m. in brisbane. so boring. not a single shop in sight. UGH. total torture!! then went to take a bus to tangalooma island. hey. it was a LONG journey. yuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 2 -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explore! shopped, eat, and went to this &lt;strong&gt;ULTRA &lt;/strong&gt;cool desert! the place was COLD! woo hoo! a cold desert! :) it rawked... and i dug a hole and put my foot in and it felt like it was 0 degrees!! :D climbed up a sand dune and raced down on a board. so fun so fun! and the sand was colourful... i got frey, brown, black, orange and badge sand! yes, being so mad, i took a lot home. lalalala.... and did i mention i fed a dolphin? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 3 -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fed the pelicans and some other birds after breakfast, then set off for brisbane. after docking, took a bus to mount tamborine... and spent about $300 bucks on gifts... it was on CREDIT!! haha. then ate at eagle heights hotel motel. cute, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 4 -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVIEWORLD!!! so cool so cool! i lovedd it! it rawked! i took the lethal weapon... scooby doo :) ... and so much more. watched the all star parade... and went to harry potter shop and bought some cute stuff! hm... then went on the wild west falls. and went to watermark hotel. small, but i guess okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 5 -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAMWORLDD!!! wahahaa. it rawked too! i rode some thrill rides.... NOT THE TOWER OF TERROR. it was so freaky!!! EEKS. no no no no! never. bought a billabong wallet and roxy pencilcase. :) ate italian dinner. hee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 6 - (FREE DAY)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped at pacific fair... another $300 on credit. -_-'' esprit clothes really sucked there. NO OFFENCE. how tacky. eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 7 -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAME BACK TO SINGAPORE. AND BOUGHT A LOT OF CHOCOLATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109972894150686207?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109972894150686207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109972894150686207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_11_05_archive.html#109972894150686207' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109912577673164771</id><published>2004-10-30T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T01:42:56.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY TAGBOARD.&lt;br /&gt;weijie : pls be my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, my answer : HOW FAKE. HOW FUNNY. AND THIS IS SERIOUSLY VERY VERY FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons for the fake :&lt;br /&gt;1. excuse me? wj is like so proud he will nv as in public.&lt;br /&gt;2. he likes j.lo kinda gals.             &lt;br /&gt;3. im not THAT thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note : hahahahha!!!                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109912577673164771?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109912577673164771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109912577673164771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_10_30_archive.html#109912577673164771' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109887545780982671</id><published>2004-10-27T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T04:10:57.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im am so &lt;u&gt;freakin'&lt;/u&gt;pissed.&lt;br /&gt;today at school played tai di... and more tai di.... and even more TAI DI.... won much. haha! mini drama was so last minute but i say it was pretty gpod for a last minute kinda thing?? :) i liked CHARITY'S the mask.... really good acting.... and PURITY'S serene seow!! :D you go girl! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back and had tution... zoe and amah went orchard. wonder what they did? and stacey and amrie and PISSED at me at tai di for being a "professional".... LOL i wasnt trying to act like one anyway. they are just so freakingly BEGINNER-LY that im just PISSED. LOL. hmph. i shall not be angry at SUCH people. freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. going to austrailia in 3 DAYS. woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109887545780982671?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109887545780982671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109887545780982671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_10_27_archive.html#109887545780982671' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109870898374546208</id><published>2004-10-25T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T05:56:23.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;the&gt;&gt; RAWKS!! :)&lt;br /&gt;and TORO is &lt;u&gt;shuai&lt;/u&gt;!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's 5 mins left to go! yikes! see ya then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109870898374546208?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109870898374546208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109870898374546208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_10_25_archive.html#109870898374546208' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109870398013038241</id><published>2004-10-25T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T04:33:00.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; has returned. :)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday stacey, amrie, vanessa and i went to watch &lt;u&gt;white chicks&lt;/u&gt;. it was really funny but quite long... ate up a lot of our shopping time... then stacey and amrie went to buy a SKIRT. which took them around 45 mins to buy!?! :/&lt;br /&gt;i went home early, hmm, say 5? with a purchase of jojo, ashlee simpson and bond CDs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to italian with parents ltr. as usual, spaghetti bolo. yuk. honestly i really should start ordering *new* things... hahaha. today so funny.... during history briefing... haha... i told my friends something funny! :) you see, this girl has a very messed up life. so she turns to the buddha, but not just any buddha, its the LAUGHING buddha. so she doesnt say om....om... this kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SAY : om.... HAHAHA.... om.... HAHAHA..... om.... +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. im super lame, but i like myself this way. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109870398013038241?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109870398013038241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109870398013038241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_10_25_archive.html#109870398013038241' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109428279569452810</id><published>2004-09-04T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T00:26:35.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im blogging on the labtop now. stupid computer not working. jingo, i can't do your layout!! the computer spoilt. sorries x millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109428279569452810?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109428279569452810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109428279569452810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_09_04_archive.html#109428279569452810' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109350513173399907</id><published>2004-08-26T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T00:25:31.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;autumn ; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we're friends again.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today so funny. zoe's tama and vienna's tama fell in love! then zoe complained that she wanted her tama to do it with her boyfriend's tama, so she deleted vienna's tama off her friends list! vienna also. then she wanted to mate with vienna's tama, so they fell in love again. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also performed the skit today. hee, isabel and stacey so funny. we got a unconfirmed mark of 36/40. whee! all that is left now is the script. oh please let us retain this mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god today got nothing on... but i gotta practice my viola!! oh man. tomorrow's the big day. great! i think i am going to fail. uh oh. i really hope i can get into the main orchestra... otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109350513173399907?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109350513173399907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109350513173399907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_08_26_archive.html#109350513173399907' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109333619978924340</id><published>2004-08-24T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T01:29:59.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you always say its me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but actually its you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today played badminton with vienna, genevieve, april and amah. my shuttlecock battered until so broken already. next time use the school one. later april accidently use the racket and hit amah's eye. amah and i got sick of playing badminton, so i let genevieve use my racket and went to play table tennis. it was fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know zoe has been talking bad about me agains. well what to do? mouth is hers - not mine. i cant stop her from talking., right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look on the bright side of life anyways. i still gotta improve my attitude... :) . it always can be better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;zoe doesn't know what she has done wrong. basically she herself offended genevieve and vienna, thats why they dislike her. they told me. i know i am a bitch and all but this is true! i tried to be nice to her but she kept ignoring and butting me out. and she has been talking bad about me for much longer than i can recall. i dont know whats up with her. if only she knew why we treat her this way, maybe she would change for the better. i dont know. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109333619978924340?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109333619978924340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109333619978924340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_08_24_archive.html#109333619978924340' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109309905604092245</id><published>2004-08-21T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T07:37:36.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cannot &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li jia wei &lt;em&gt;lost.&lt;/em&gt; to that north korean woman... so sad lor.. it was like, they play until the last round than jia wei lost by like a few points. i hate that stupid north korean person...win one point than keep shouting 'chu san san' or whatever crap. shes so noisy. where got opponent so noisy one. got. her lor. ugh. i was so sad i cried after the match...and i saw a diamond ring on jia wei's ring finger...oo....dun tell me they are engaged?!&lt;br /&gt;we'll see, wont we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of unhappy stuff. i just know the media is gonna blow this up tomorrow...poor jia wei so humilated. no la. but she gotta play for bronze now...its gonna be hard.its either the south korean girl or the china one. but it is difficult cause the s-k one is ranked 6th in the worl and the china one is 1st...and that bloody n-k one is 40th...haii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate my parents now lor. how can you blame jia wei for losing?! simply outrageous. you think what - so easy to win issit? get to semi-finals considered damn good liao... summore come and complain what what she didn't do her best... so clever than ownself go play ok?! you think what - she not sad huh? two of our ministers went to athens just to see her play... imagine the stress on her lor...poor thing. and you still come and say its all her fault. bloody fuck you. she has lived up to her name , jia wei, meaning bringing glory to her family...she did. behind ya all the way... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with my sister and parents at &lt;u&gt;sebastien's&lt;/u&gt;. i hate the food. yuck! everything so yucky... the escargot in red wine sauce, the chocolate mousse and the stupid rabbit stew. ew ew ew. summore so ex. not eating there anymore. went to coq and bull to find my dad, who apparently ran off there. i met my godfather! yayy....uncle richard. he's so nice lor... and my sister is fashion stylist... dun care... must get the mag she's writing in.... whee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle richard said he'll send me a fresh salmon from alaska! thanks godpa! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, go brooding over table-tennis matter again. so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109309905604092245?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109309905604092245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109309905604092245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_08_21_archive.html#109309905604092245' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109300126366333900</id><published>2004-08-20T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T04:28:49.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;infatuated with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a brillant day. all except the part of the history test thing. yep, im going to fail - again. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during d and t i didnt do much...my lamp looks kind of funky. ever heard of a two storey lamp cum letter holder ++ ? i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;today during string orchestra was funny. you see there are two huge soundproof doors you see, linking on room to another. so gen, cherry, samantha, vanessa and me didn't to have some fun. what we did was lock two people between the two doors. i was so stupid lor. i kept screaming. whoops. and i totally forgot that the door was soundproof. so relieved when i got out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auditions are next &lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt;! oh-mi-gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109300126366333900?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109300126366333900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109300126366333900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_08_20_archive.html#109300126366333900' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109281461437647475</id><published>2004-08-18T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T00:36:54.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;she's so different&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it cant be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then why does she look&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exactly like me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got tution. chinese tution. and i got back my maths paper today. the grades are so poor. my mum and dad are gonna kill me again... -sighs. and gen can't help but feel happy she got higher than me cause she finally beat me. hurrs. do i rejoice when i get higher than her? NO. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to change my gbk layout soon. the only hard thing is to find a PIC. ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109281461437647475?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109281461437647475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109281461437647475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_08_18_archive.html#109281461437647475' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109274443746719958</id><published>2004-08-17T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T05:07:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the girl i see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the mirror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aint the girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new layout i made myself again! yayy. oh but i really have to run...i gotta revise history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109274443746719958?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109274443746719958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109274443746719958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_08_17_archive.html#109274443746719958' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109244972972761229</id><published>2004-08-13T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T19:15:29.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;when im alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel so much better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but when im around you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont feel together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the monitor of my home computer spoilt...so now i am using my labtop...grr. yesterday was horrible. miss gwee beat me , bitch! hmph. i think i didnt do anything wrong! she is just an ass.&lt;br /&gt;and my english essay is gonna be re-marked, so i'll lose the grade i worked so hard for.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. it was friday the 13th! no wonder. and i fell out with on of my friends summore. haii-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;browsing channels now. i can't wait for Mulan to start... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. off to browse blogs. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109244972972761229?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109244972972761229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109244972972761229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_08_13_archive.html#109244972972761229' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109183990365495865</id><published>2004-08-06T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T17:51:43.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i couldn't tell you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why she felt that way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i watched her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make the same mistakes again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the BEST day of this whole entire year! Well, it was because of the amazing shopping trip stacey and i had. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting at the bus stop...wait wait wait and wait until she come. then my mum dropped us off at takashimaya, where we went to kinokuniya first.princess diaries 6, sixsensational, is out! i wanted to buy it, but it was $36.70! so, i decided i am going to buy another day. then we went to the stationery corner where i bought files and i bought one for stacey too! we didnt eat cause we were full already, then went to watsons buy some sweets and go to wisma.wisma we didn't do much, just that stacey bought famous amos cookies, the no nut chocolate kind. then we went to the MRT station where we took the wrong mrt at first, then we got off at the next stop and went to somerset. from there we went to heeren. stacey bought hairbands , while i bought 2 wallets, two signs of some sort, keychains and etc.  then we went to junction 8 where we bought a lot of candy...cost me 6.65. we couldnt finish! so stacey brought home to share. then we were about to leave, when stacey forgot her water bottle! so we went everywhere, and finally found it at the counter of the photo taking booth. oh wells. that was a relief manx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tution now. gtg. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109183990365495865?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109183990365495865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109183990365495865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_08_06_archive.html#109183990365495865' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109151716376376485</id><published>2004-08-03T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T00:12:43.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you gotta stop this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause its driving me crazy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i hate to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really want it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was boring today lor. oh shit! tutor's here. gtg. talk ta you later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109151716376376485?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109151716376376485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109151716376376485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_08_03_archive.html#109151716376376485' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109136472653196073</id><published>2004-08-01T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T05:52:06.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i dont why i feel this way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe cause of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you make think of you every night and day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you make my skies all blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello! i am back.&lt;br /&gt;haii. i went to junction 8 and i couldn't buy the card for ann marie...im really sorry annmarie. i wanted to buy you a prezzie/card but my mum didnt allow. so i will make it up to you ... really sorry ah.&lt;br /&gt;chatting with amah now.&lt;br /&gt;and im still so darn BORED.  :(&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going to reprint everything for my file.&lt;br /&gt;mwa is so bo liao right.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;thats the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109136472653196073?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109136472653196073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109136472653196073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109136472653196073' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109134597120817166</id><published>2004-08-01T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T00:39:31.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;pretence is just a veil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;something thats not real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why cant you see through it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that shes just playing you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala... i am chatting with my friends and doing all my homework last minute. so bad right. mum just told me off again. whoops.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot find the stories behind the chinese idioms lor...so irritating. the pop ads are even more irritating. keeping popping up all over the screen. i can hardly see what i even type now! :P&lt;br /&gt;gotta go. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109134597120817166?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109134597120817166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109134597120817166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109134597120817166' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109126006768366579</id><published>2004-07-31T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:47:47.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i cant change who i am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i can try to improve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry im not perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haii...ok...so my attitude hasnt been that good for the past half year. twin [ what will i do without her :) ] just told me i must try and improve myself... i mean...ya...mainly my attitude...and that kinda stuff. so heres the long list of improvements-to-be :&lt;br /&gt;1. i better shut up and dont whine. ( i know i do that. i wont try to...)&lt;br /&gt;2. dont complain so much . (hehe, i cant help it...)&lt;br /&gt;3. mind my usuage of language.... ( so no vulgarities...and no offending religious people)&lt;br /&gt;4. no bragging. ( sometimes i dunno when i do but i wun i wun i wun)&lt;br /&gt;5. i cannot be &lt;u&gt;irritating&lt;/u&gt;. ( so i will leave people alone. dun be lame and tell them things they dun wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;6. true to promises. dun lie. ( i better keep to my promises)&lt;br /&gt;7. dun talk bad things behind people's back ( cause all people make mistakes once in a while and they dun deserve to be critisized just because of that.&lt;br /&gt;8. dun be a *****. ( cause people who say that will associate you as a **** and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this to be a better person? oh well...i guess this is all worth it. god...i must make this e.q. thing work for me... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;sorry &lt;strong&gt;zoe&lt;/strong&gt;! i really wanted to go! but i couldnt cause i am down with a cold... hope you forgive me can? cause i really didnt mean to cancel last minute...my mum scolded me this morning and told me i couldnt come lor...dui bu qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green bean soup is nice. hmm, i didnt even know when i started eating it. funny. hehe. my irritating cousin ish coming over tomorrow. oh boy... tomorrow is going to be hetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109126006768366579?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109126006768366579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109126006768366579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_07_31_archive.html#109126006768366579' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109109745997338503</id><published>2004-07-29T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T03:37:39.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hoping hoping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you would be out there smiling back at me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you werent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's sports track and field sports competition totally rawked! :) and &lt;u&gt;emain&lt;/u&gt; ran! super fast! go emain! (I cheered my voice hoarse as she ran. drank pepsi to relieve it) haha. we won! woo hoo! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i hate sss.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man it kept RAINING. how freaky and idiotic. see, first it rained, then it stopped. then it rained again, like dam it, then it stopped. singapore's weather is so unpredictable manx. and we got home late. it was all the teacher's fault i tell ya. her sense of direction was lousy. and i was totally drenched from head to toe, inside out, and my hair was wet, that includes my bag and all my books. and my papers!!!!! fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out i have a d and t test tomorrow. dam it. so i'll start revising later. lolx. anyway i know she has been talking bad about me again...its ok lar....she is worst than me...mouth so big like banana when she smile lor...yuck. :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *evilx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no MORE blabbling. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// i feel so guility i feel so bad inside cause i cant open up to you im still hiding deep inside. its unfair to you i know but theres nothing i can do. hopefully the rain will pass and again my skies are blue. i know you're by my bedside every night and day. and in my dreams i reflect on what you did and things you say. i cry cause im helpless and youre hurt cause of my weakness and im truly sorry baby ...im sorry. //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// do you know how i feel? were you there when tears were shed and my fears for real? were you there when i was up and down? spent the day looking around to find you making out with a girl on the school ground . have you thought of me? did you think of how i would be? i thought you were my stead...you werent there sorry, he was instead. he gave him everything i wanted all the things i had desired. you didnt you couldnt so i turned to him instead. i was so blind, so blind, to love you when someone admired from afar. dont come up and ask why why why he knew my thoughts you aint knew mine ; ask your heart, see i told you so...sorry but he was there...sorry, you were out there somewhere...so...this is goodbye..//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refers to noone. NOONE! :) &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/6708587-109109745997338503?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109109745997338503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109109745997338503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_07_29_archive.html#109109745997338503' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109092997536791005</id><published>2004-07-27T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T05:06:15.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;walk away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is the end...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;school was ok today...as usual. dance enrichment was quite funny. i mean, zoe and april got praised for dancing so well. hahas. so funny. zoe began hitting me though. not funny, sia. :P&lt;br /&gt;i like &lt;em&gt;audrey's &lt;/em&gt;layout. its so cool. i like the note to her dad. i wonder if its really to him though?&lt;br /&gt;and i can't go watch ella enchanted on sat with zoe and jia ai....shit la...i was really looking forward to it lorx... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// if i am not perfect what are you cant stop thinking of the things you do. the thoughts in my head&amp;nbsp;are driving me crazy, outta my mind . there's not a flaw in your image you appear like a goddess ; a savior to humanity ; girls are jealous and guys are fantasizing . how can you act like you don't know nothing when actually you do but you just deny what you see and what you hear and act as if you dont care. how can you walk past when you see me there? you are blinded by popularity only glory is what you can see. if you cant be bothered i can't too. perfection isn't with me but neither is in you. //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: the above is my own creation and the she refers to nobody....just doodling.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// tell me. do you really see. what is within me? or are you just playing...around. cause when you say you love me it doesnt feel like its true. i know you got a girl out there but you still can lie. come on baby look into my eyes. tell me tell me tell me the truth. i gotta know someday. and the someday i reckon gotta be today. im sick and tired of your stories and your excuses. they make my head ache and get me confused. if its over then let go. cmon spill baby, i gotta know. c'mon baby , let your true colours show. you still make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside but i know ill get over it somehow. and somehow aint today and aint tomorrow. but i will one day&amp;nbsp;yeah thats what i say. tell me tell me....stop lying and deceiving baby...cause it aint getting you anywhere.//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: YES. it is still MY creation and it refers to NOBODY. still doodling... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we weren't meant to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up baby wake up and see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look into my eyes and you'll know the answer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109092997536791005?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109092997536791005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109092997536791005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_07_27_archive.html#109092997536791005' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109083784374602667</id><published>2004-07-26T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T03:33:41.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how come you weren't there...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to know this guy wei jie...and zoe oso knows him la. oh god...and she that he is dam shuai...1.82m! (he's sec 4) omg! thats like extremely tall! been calling him...yesterday talk to him for 3 hours straight (there goes my phone bill) and today conference between him and zoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff about him! now mee. supposed to go heeren with zoe and jia ai this sat but i am not really sure i can...how freaky....i think my mum dun allow lor...die la!!! i seriously want to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have homework which is so high that the computer screen is blocked and i can hardly see what i am typing... so see ya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109083784374602667?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109083784374602667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109083784374602667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_07_26_archive.html#109083784374602667' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-109023927268279022</id><published>2004-07-19T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T05:14:32.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what. a. day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;vienna&lt;/u&gt; didn't come to school again. i am so lonely...luckily zoe sit wif me...and jia ai is so fun to talk to...and music lesson is as great as ever...&lt;br /&gt;i treated gen and zoe to milo today...they actually tot i was mad going to drink 3 drinks... siao one ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:::latest updates:::&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i started my 11th story!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new handphone is so guranteed at the end of the year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am GOING to flunk my science&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is not a joke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;over and out.&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-109023927268279022?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109023927268279022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/109023927268279022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_07_19_archive.html#109023927268279022' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108841657743632240</id><published>2004-06-28T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T02:56:17.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee! today was greatt.&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT when miss gwee almost &lt;u&gt;whacked&lt;/u&gt; us.&lt;br /&gt;whack la! see you get fired! huhh. anyway, i lent abby my jian bao book andi still haven't finished my si you ji comic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oh god! my disc cracked! shitt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108841657743632240?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108841657743632240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108841657743632240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_06_28_archive.html#108841657743632240' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108788679871621962</id><published>2004-06-21T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T23:46:38.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thats it. &lt;br /&gt;i cannot take it any more!!! its so irritating. i got so much work to do. literally. &lt;br /&gt;ok, i definetely need a change in layout. its so..so..white. EW.&lt;br /&gt;ok P.S. : i hate white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108788679871621962?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108788679871621962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108788679871621962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_06_21_archive.html#108788679871621962' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108604853337413644</id><published>2004-05-31T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T17:08:53.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it enough to die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i haven't been updating, for like, weeks?&lt;br /&gt;i'll update later. Got tution nowe.&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108604853337413644?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108604853337413644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108604853337413644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_05_31_archive.html#108604853337413644' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108337552634457323</id><published>2004-04-30T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T18:43:22.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexy naughty bitchy me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry so long nv update.&lt;br /&gt;school's been busy..and i have been addicted to fanfic.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. plainly -i'm &lt;em&gt;corrupted&lt;/em&gt;. happee?&lt;br /&gt;i love tata young. her songs rock.&lt;br /&gt;oh and small fry has been irritating, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;did you knw yesterday wad happened during string orc?&lt;br /&gt;you see, in a group of six, me, debbs,samantha,angeline,johsi and rachel were going to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;zhang lao shi come and stop us...&lt;br /&gt;and said &lt;font color="#FF9900"&gt;dun go to the toliet upstairs go the canteen one cos there's a guy running around school in our school uniform!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&lt;br /&gt;then this xiao mei mei went down the dark stairwell and tell samantha go chase after her. samantha came back panting saying the girl ran off and couldn't find her.&lt;br /&gt;SO-&lt;br /&gt;we had to go find her.&lt;br /&gt;but we couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;she was already out of sight...&lt;br /&gt;hope she doesn't appear on missing...&lt;br /&gt;one day.&lt;br /&gt;*gulps*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108337552634457323?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108337552634457323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108337552634457323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_30_archive.html#108337552634457323' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108221179459588028</id><published>2004-04-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T07:27:15.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3399FF"&gt;blue house&lt;/font&gt; is the champ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go blue go! go blue go!&lt;br /&gt;its was a night well spent, i have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;loo&amp;jean&lt;/font&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;great dancing! everyone said so. you look so cute when you danced. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;lisa&lt;/font&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;great runnin'. congrats on the new record you set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3399FF"&gt;blue&lt;/font&gt;peeps-&lt;br /&gt;we did it! our efforts didn't go to waste. i'm so happeee.! :D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108221179459588028?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108221179459588028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108221179459588028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_17_archive.html#108221179459588028' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108184900217422699</id><published>2004-04-13T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T02:41:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a lil' bitchy, a lil' naughty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had that &lt;font color="#3399FF"&gt;blue &lt;/font&gt;and other houses rehearsal. It was so hot after marching, running and shouting. Hmm...all the cheerleaders dance really really nicely. Esp. &lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;loo, jean and angelica&lt;/font&gt;. they rocked :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually missed &lt;u&gt;almost &lt;/u&gt;all of our lessons, except for geography. Oh miss lau gave me a chocolate sweet. &lt;u&gt;thankues!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after we had eng and that teacher of ours came in with a pre-scheduled compo. i think i am going to fail it. &lt;u&gt;fail.&lt;/u&gt; literature was alright i guess. The only benefit is the air-con. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go blog surfing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108184900217422699?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108184900217422699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108184900217422699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_13_archive.html#108184900217422699' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108177260972551902</id><published>2004-04-12T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T05:28:06.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loving you was against my will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haii. didn't do much today. i think i got chen lao shi angry cos i kept talking to genevieve and caiyi.&lt;br /&gt;good news. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#990099"&gt; i am making my own magazine in book form, called &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#CC3333"&gt;Teen Things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fabulous isn't it. lalalala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, i decided what i &lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt; gonna become in the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#CC6666"&gt;1. marine scientist&lt;br /&gt;2. forensic scientist&lt;br /&gt;3. mirco biologist&lt;br /&gt;4. nasa software programmer&lt;br /&gt;5. banker&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. any of those would be absolutely &lt;u&gt;fine.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108177260972551902?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108177260972551902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108177260972551902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_12_archive.html#108177260972551902' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108167579498804588</id><published>2004-04-11T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T02:33:46.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bliss is dying beside you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things are not what they seem&lt;br /&gt;what is not was not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;so wake up to reality&lt;br /&gt;face the facts; &lt;br /&gt;move on&lt;br /&gt;and don't look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erase those thoughts and memories&lt;br /&gt;now you just see what you see&lt;br /&gt;look at me&lt;br /&gt;like nothing's there&lt;br /&gt;look through me&lt;br /&gt;like it's only air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovers then&lt;br /&gt;strangers now&lt;br /&gt;tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;is your happiness found?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;and i don't care&lt;br /&gt;your hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;is my nightmare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108167579498804588?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108167579498804588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108167579498804588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108167579498804588' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108155707057066664</id><published>2004-04-09T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T17:35:00.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't leave me here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a stupid morning. i'm blogsurfing again,as usual.&lt;br /&gt;i want that lovely &lt;u&gt;fcuk&lt;/u&gt; shirt.&lt;br /&gt;damn its so nice.&lt;br /&gt;but mum says i shouldn't wear such&lt;br /&gt;such offensive stuff.&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went shopping the whole day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i bought loads of stuff, highly usual of me.&lt;br /&gt;black jeans, black pants, black top +++&lt;br /&gt;i love black. its like, i'm a witch or sth?&lt;br /&gt;mellow colours are my frenz!&lt;br /&gt;bright colours are so offensive on the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;see ya around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108155707057066664?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108155707057066664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108155707057066664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_09_archive.html#108155707057066664' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108151468200031138</id><published>2004-04-09T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T05:48:31.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i like it like that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i want the memories back. i wish i never gotten in sec school. i miss six pee. it's kind of separated nowe. bring back my memories.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108151468200031138?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108151468200031138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108151468200031138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_09_archive.html#108151468200031138' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108148556299395960</id><published>2004-04-08T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T21:43:11.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know you want me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth interesting today.&lt;br /&gt;trying to find sth to do tho.&lt;br /&gt;-sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108148556299395960?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108148556299395960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108148556299395960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_08_archive.html#108148556299395960' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108141656697635432</id><published>2004-04-08T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T02:33:23.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stranger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought more chocolate today!&lt;br /&gt;and i gave yet another whole bar to joe.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i think i'm &lt;u&gt;spoiling&lt;/u&gt; my twin!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so evil.&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had nothing interesting going on lol.&lt;br /&gt;i love mini m&amp;m's!&lt;br /&gt;they are sweet and (kinda) melt in your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choco coated candii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108141656697635432?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108141656697635432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108141656697635432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_08_archive.html#108141656697635432' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108133255477103159</id><published>2004-04-07T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T03:13:01.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate chen lao shi.&lt;br /&gt;like howe many times have i said that?!&lt;br /&gt;nvm. she's just a bad omen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i shall ignore her and erase that incident in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;*deleted*.&lt;br /&gt;gd.&lt;br /&gt;nowe, school was really quite boring but-&lt;br /&gt;oh great. the phone's ringing.&lt;br /&gt;hope my mum is smart enuff to lie fer me.&lt;br /&gt;yes she did.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;the phone's ringing again!&lt;br /&gt;fucking asshole.&lt;br /&gt;same person looking for daniel.&lt;br /&gt;sowwie.&lt;br /&gt;not daniel bf of yours in my household.&lt;br /&gt;good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108133255477103159?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108133255477103159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108133255477103159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_07_archive.html#108133255477103159' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108116509336606739</id><published>2004-04-05T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T04:42:13.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm falling and you can't save me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;told ya.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. there isn't really much to do nowe. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;i'm going blog-surfing.&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108116509336606739?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108116509336606739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108116509336606739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108116509336606739' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108115114436822325</id><published>2004-04-05T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:49:27.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to leave and never return&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school just ended but like, no one's online?!&lt;br /&gt;stupid chen lao shi. go and make us stay back. grr. summore very &lt;u&gt; luo suo&lt;/u&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;i have to go and do my work now.&lt;br /&gt;be online later at 5,6 or 7?!&lt;br /&gt;that is,&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;hope.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108115114436822325?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108115114436822325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108115114436822325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108115114436822325' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108108578318675603</id><published>2004-04-04T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T06:40:28.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poured all my love for you away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn!i can't find my bloody handphone.&lt;br /&gt;like shit lor.&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;so many people not online&lt;br /&gt;die la.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108108578318675603?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108108578318675603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108108578318675603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108108578318675603' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108099827077128180</id><published>2004-04-03T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T05:21:32.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can you paint with all the colours in the wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting happened.yesterday or today.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored man! help.&lt;br /&gt;my layout needs musicc.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to find some nice music for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, yesterday we started a mini orchestra amongst the sec one's.&lt;br /&gt;that jessica kept making me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;horrible. "D&lt;br /&gt;and like i &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; dropped my viola!&lt;br /&gt;-gasp.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm going to the hua chong string orchestra concert with ziqian.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno whether the others are going.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm taking the most ex seat -$10!&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going musicc-surfing nowe.&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108099827077128180?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108099827077128180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108099827077128180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_03_archive.html#108099827077128180' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108090469582446458</id><published>2004-04-02T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T03:21:55.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;say it isn't so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was actually the best friday of all sec 1 fridays i have had! -so far. :D though my neck is little stiff and my fingers very, very numb. yowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haii. i got a choke full of hmk mans. i think it will keep me preoccupied for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;-oh no.&lt;br /&gt;thats bad. then it'll eat up my &lt;u&gt;computer&lt;/u&gt; time!&lt;br /&gt;gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr wong forgave us today. honestly now isabel and ann-marie got more and &lt;u&gt;more&lt;/u&gt; irritating!!! and stacey took home my purple pen! i want it back. i dun wanna wait till monday. &lt;br /&gt;i dun think i can wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;my patience has a limit, ya noe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;and i really dun wanna give amah her layout. hmph.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108090469582446458?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108090469582446458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108090469582446458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_02_archive.html#108090469582446458' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108083439536663802</id><published>2004-04-01T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T07:50:28.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate chen lao shi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't finished doing my hmk.&lt;br /&gt;whie?&lt;br /&gt;cos i was at genevieve's house doing chen lao shi's work. came back at 6.00?!?&lt;br /&gt;then bathe, eat dinner and do d&amp;t and more info till ten.&lt;br /&gt;still?&lt;br /&gt;finished. well, mainly.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.&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/6708587-108083439536663802?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108083439536663802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108083439536663802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108083439536663802' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</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-6708587.post-108082435761793126</id><published>2004-04-01T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T05:02:55.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heys. this is my new blog. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708587-108082435761793126?l=raining-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108082435761793126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708587/posts/default/108082435761793126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raining-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108082435761793126' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748874615213870578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
