<?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-35482077</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:03:47.326-07:00</updated><category term='Ji'/><title type='text'>ELIZABETH'S! :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482077.post-5500559988563650282</id><published>2007-09-08T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:57:22.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ji'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3rd of september, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Elizabeth saw a little puppy abandoned at the playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She named the little girl puppy, Brandy, elizabeth brought the puppy home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the days went by, elizabeth and baby brandy developed a close relationship with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy loved to nibble on bones and sticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy was still having her little teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy was only 3 months old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy loved to nibble and lick elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy could run about without her leash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy obeyed elizabeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy followed elizabeth everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy would cry if elizabeth wasn't beside her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elizabeth had to lay beside baby brandy till she fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elizabeth bought puppy milk, food, bones, shampoo for brandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy hates to bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elizabeth spent her whole holidays taking care of baby brandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy would drink her milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elizabeth would rub her tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy would go down to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;after that, brandy would bite her bones for an hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy will then sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;all with elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy is a greedy puppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy can watch teevee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy knows elizabeth are taking photos of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brandy loves elizabeth and elizabeth loves brandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but today, 8th of september, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elizabeth's brother gave brandy to his wife's parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elizabeth cried, badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when she left the house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when she took the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when she ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when she brought jagger down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when she came home and couldn't hear the bell that brandy had with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when she saw brandy's bed empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when she saw brandy's food, bones, shampoo, milk all gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when she saw the mess brandy left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when she saw the places brandy used to run around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when she saw the friends brandy had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brandy, elizabeth jie jie misses you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;even though only for a week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jiejie loves you dearly, like my little baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jiejie wants you to grow up strong and healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jiejie hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; you wouldn't forget her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jie jie hopes your new family will sleep beside you every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;JIEJIE LOVES AND MISSES MY LITTLE BABY BRANDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Goodbye Brandy, jiejie will see you soon):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-5500559988563650282?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' 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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-35482077.post-1494880129685974976</id><published>2007-08-27T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T04:07:18.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;prelims started today, and let's just say for today's chemistry paper, i can forget about passing. lols, and yes, i think i'll hate that element for quite some time. tomorrow's geography and i don't even have the least bit of confidence to pass. prelims=stress=study. this three just go together so well, they're giving everyone headaches. i have to do my studying now(: goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-1494880129685974976?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-35482077.post-7711563519743417283</id><published>2007-07-21T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T06:16:18.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love, fooled me. it deceived me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i don't deserve all this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's all unfair to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;why do some people get all they want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;while i'm left with nothing.&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/35482077-7711563519743417283?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7711563519743417283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=7711563519743417283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7711563519743417283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7711563519743417283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-fooled-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-331911591968287366</id><published>2007-06-28T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:25:53.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HELLO:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i guess it's been a long time since i blogged, it's starting to be a chore to blog since time is running fast. O'levels are creeping in slowly, and holidays have passed way too fast for me. my mum's being a pest this days, and yesterday i broke down in the middle of the coffeeshop because she kept accusing me as to why i was returning home late from school. i told her it was remedials but due to her child-like nature, she didn't get in the things i said, and kept insisting i was galivanting outside. i hate to be accused and she had to do that. i told her enough, but she went on and on, her words getting harsher and harsher till i gave up eating my lunch completely. she wasted so much of my time, eating out with me only to find out that she didn't want to eat at all! i was so angry, upset and fed up. things seem to be getting alot better(excluding family), and i hope things will stay this way. though i'm still not completely satisfied but i'm thankful for it. today we had remedials at schoolo and i had real fun at chemistry practical(: how nice would it be if the exams only consisted of practicals instead of chemical equations. and math, things are arranged as such that we get to do an exam paper each week! goodness, i just dislike math to the core! time's running out. just 3 or 4 weeks more and the mock exams will be starting. i pray for peace and more motivation, determination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;am i just seeing what i want to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or is it for real?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;thank you for your presence in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i thank God for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still love you, baby(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-331911591968287366?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/331911591968287366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=331911591968287366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/331911591968287366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/331911591968287366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/06/hellod-i-guess-its-been-long-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-8810292002780154626</id><published>2007-06-10T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T04:38:48.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I JUST SAW SOMETHING THAT PRACTICALLY MADE ME SCREAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cool down elizabeth chua, there's nth wrong with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gosh, i'm gona faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the body's warn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;but alas, the heart is cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-8810292002780154626?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8810292002780154626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=8810292002780154626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8810292002780154626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8810292002780154626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-saw-something-that-practically.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-3897729598591730641</id><published>2007-06-08T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T06:33:55.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;went for poa remedial today, and yes, i am finally learning how to handle it(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;time's passing past too quickly, we're just left with two weeks of holidays, i've got to do intense revision next week, if not i wouldn't be able to catch up for the o's. many things happened since i stopped periodically blogging, many things have changed, many hopes have been dashed, life's like coming to a dead end for me. unthinkable thinking, thoughts, feelings are all overwhelming me. i've changed, but things around me have changed too. for the better, and for the worse respectively. i feel terrible, yet i have nobody to talk to. nobody to pour out at. b'cos those who used to listen, are starting to leave me all alone. at least that's what i seriously think. i'm not being sensitive, i really feel that way. life' no longer as happy and insouciant as it used to be. things have changed. and i want them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;is &lt;em&gt;death&lt;/em&gt; the way out to misery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;God, save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-3897729598591730641?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3897729598591730641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=3897729598591730641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3897729598591730641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3897729598591730641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/06/went-for-poa-remedial-today-and-yes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-8866477884626621328</id><published>2007-06-06T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:09:39.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;okay, i know my blog's dying. i know. i've seem to have forgotten how to blog, or what to say in a blog, which explains the gibberish i'm saying now. okay, i need to revived my blog, but nobody's coming anymore, so how do i revive it? i just have one word to say for the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BOREDOM(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i don't know what to blog anymore, wait till i have sth then, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-8866477884626621328?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8866477884626621328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=8866477884626621328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8866477884626621328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8866477884626621328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-i-know-my-blogs-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-3884425524435003960</id><published>2007-05-05T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T03:21:25.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nicole made me do this test, but since i'm so bored, i shall entertain her(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Are you a 'straight' girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans:  i'm not a lesbian-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Do you wear make up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: seldom, mascara and gloss only?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Do you go to the salon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: when it's time to cut my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Have u cried because of a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: yes, i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. What's your ideal guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: christian, humorous, quite tall, and he must wear spectacles(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Have you met him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: yes, i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Are you a hopeless romantic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: think so. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Do you spend most of the day daydreaming about someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: yes, but not for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. Are you still waiting for Mr. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: i'll leave it to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. What turns you off about a guy physically?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: childish, violent, act cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. Personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: me? happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. If your boyfriend have a car, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: it must be blue. a sports car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;13. Flowers or chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: blue roses! or sunflowers! ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;14. Does size really matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: depends on whether it makes the person cute, or disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;15. If you could have a celebrity boyfriend(international) who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: i don't want to have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;16. Local?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;17. What's your dream wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: in a well known church overseas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;18. Your dream honeymoon place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: ehh, don't know? france? italy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;19. What will you name your first baby girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; aha, i haven't thought about that yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;20. The best thing about being a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ans: clothes, accessories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-3884425524435003960?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3884425524435003960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=3884425524435003960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3884425524435003960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3884425524435003960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/05/nicole-made-me-do-this-test-but-since.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-3692852391966169034</id><published>2007-04-29T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:15:54.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;well, i'm still suffering from my giddiness after my stomach flu and fever. not that i got any special treatment from my brother, i still had to go buy his dinner, do the housework, and yes wash the toilet. seems like nobody gives a damn about it anyway, except mum &amp; nicole. i'm such a mean friend till a point of time when i'm sick and my friends don't seem to bother until i get in touch with them. okay, and the first thing i got to do, is to stop acting like a bitch to people whom i dislike and tell them how i really feel nicely and stop giving them an obnoxious attitide like they owed me in their past lives. okay, i shall start from here. daddy's going to jail. nothing's final yet but i think he will because he housed an illegal immigrant, and this the second time. but i still hope God gives daddy one more chance!): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-3692852391966169034?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3692852391966169034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=3692852391966169034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3692852391966169034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3692852391966169034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-im-still-suffering-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-1084712629474770334</id><published>2007-04-22T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T04:34:33.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's been a hectic day today. housework, and i just recieve a bad news from daddy. seems like he has to attend the court session because he housed an illegal immigrant. he thought he could run away, but it seems like he's been caught. just after my mummy's court case is over, here comes my dad's. how long do i need to worry for them? my goodness, things haven't been good lately. yesterday, jagger got beaten by gor gor. i don't know what he did, but i just heard jagger growling at barking. then i went out and my brother asked me not to touch him. so i went to the kitchen to pee then went back to my room but i felt like peeing again, so i went out. he came out and accused me of touching him, and when i argued back he asked me to keep my mouth shut and go back to my room. bastard. my poor baby, got beaten so badly): when will things get better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-1084712629474770334?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1084712629474770334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=1084712629474770334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/1084712629474770334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/1084712629474770334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-hectic-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-7685656507261279294</id><published>2007-04-18T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:39:07.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;haven't blogged so long, 16 days have passed. things have very much been the same. international friendship day was a sucess. um, let's just say i'm at least happier than i was last term. but i'm still stressed over the o's. i cannot cannot buck up my maths in such a short time. my maths foundation is like shit, and i don't want to go nowhere): why can't they just make maths another random subject! i'm so worried, but i have no frigging discipline and motivation. at least, not for maths): TELL ME PEOPLE. what can i do? mom's out of job, and she just keeps going overseas to the casinos, without calling back.! i'm worried also that she'll lose alot of money there. oh God, don't let her lose her money. i pray for her, i hope you forgive her):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;um, on the other hand, i guess i'm rather contented about how things are going between us, let's just say i'm contented just from looking at a distance, i can't hope for more i guess):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;if you just told me how you felt about me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;if you love me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'll be the happiest girl in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;but if you don't at least i know and i won't be stuck here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;don't tell me you don't know how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i bet you do):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-7685656507261279294?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7685656507261279294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=7685656507261279294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7685656507261279294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7685656507261279294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/04/havent-blogged-so-long-16-days-have.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-2208177089653485590</id><published>2007-04-02T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T05:32:45.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HELLO(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i finally blogged(: and i changed song, it's zhi xiang ai ni by rainie! my goodness, i love the lyrics, and the tune, i wished i had the courage to do what she did, i got emotional): um, let's just say i'm really tired of giving out but never getting anything in return. it seemed easy at first, but for 1 year 4 months, i guess the lively elizabeth has got everything drained out of her): i'm really tired. anyway, i reunited a kitten with her sister and her mother yesterday, and i'm so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elizabeth doesn't have the confidence, elizabeth does not have the guts, elizabeth is afraid of rejection, elizabeth is a coward):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sometimes, i want to shout out that i love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;but i can't, what if you start to hate me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm getting all emotional again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;weakling, coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-2208177089653485590?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2208177089653485590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=2208177089653485590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/2208177089653485590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/2208177089653485590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-i-finally-blogged-and-i-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-8583796700126952077</id><published>2007-03-28T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T04:31:16.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HELLO:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we ran 2.4 today, and it was so so tiring. lols, i didn't train for it in a very long time and my stamina just dropped so i deproved by 30 seconds): today, literature was fast and we had a celebration for kylie and shimmie which turned out to be " A Really Spendid Celebration" as if. lit students, you'll know what i mean if you don't, let's just say everything turned out exactly opposite of " A Really Spendid Celebration". but still we cut the cake and threw water bombs at esther. hoho, don't ask me why we targetted her when the birthday star wasn't her, i was merely following commands. anyway, mummy's having her operation tomorrow, inserting a metal plate inside her knee. i hope she would really turn out fine, and i hope accidents NOT to happen. she has some heart problem so i must must really pray for her. OH YES. the stupid stupid school is having a very serious attire check tomorrow, they'll be separating the guys and the girls, they will be lifting up our shirt to see if we tucked in or folded our skirt. no fanciful earrings, high socks, no hair over the collar, and the lamest thing is that they'll be checking our bras. so i think with my shirt tucked in, my skirt at the knee, my socks sky high, my earrings disappearing, i guess, i'll be like a total geek eh? lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i would be a fool for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i really would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-8583796700126952077?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8583796700126952077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=8583796700126952077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8583796700126952077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8583796700126952077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellod-we-ran-2.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-5873520293848631498</id><published>2007-03-26T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T03:25:12.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HELLO:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i just cut my hair. and it looks absolutely, frigging ugly): it's tooooooooo short): i look like a boy now): lols, i had fun at school today, alot of laughters but dine's going to get her new phone today!): i'm so jealous! it's my favourite phone too! i read women's weekly and got tips on how to eat properly and stuff. so i decided to follow it, and make sure i eat a good breakfast, and drink lots of water! anyway, i got to go do my chinese assignments already! TATA:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-5873520293848631498?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5873520293848631498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=5873520293848631498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/5873520293848631498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/5873520293848631498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellod-i-just-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-2451576956824598069</id><published>2007-03-24T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T06:49:48.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HELLO:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;new blogskin! i think it's kinda plain but i love the rose! so i'll leave it as it is. all thanks to GERALDINE NEO SHI LEI who used up 2 hours of her time to do this! thank you dearie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway, i'm now into a drama series after hana kimi. it's devil beside you by mike he and rainie yang! yes i'm slow but that show is really good! mike he is hot and rainie yang is gorgeous(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me and geraldine are going to watch Mr bean's holiday next friday with her mummy! CANT WAIT!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-2451576956824598069?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2451576956824598069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=2451576956824598069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/2451576956824598069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/2451576956824598069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellod-new-blogskin-i-think-its-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-3669047599598199400</id><published>2007-03-19T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T03:56:01.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the first day for term 2! and i practically wasted my whole day in school. the teachers wouldn't even here! anyway, i told a lie. i'm such a bad kid. i lied to my brother that i had SUSOP, when i actually when out to plaza sing with shann. i'm such a bad kid. God, forgive me): i don't feel well, i feel very guilty): i repent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today in school, we played truth or dare(: shann and geraldine had to open the windows, close the windows and say YAY, I CLOSED/OPENED THE WINDOWS! Darshini had to take the dustbin and empty it, while Nisha had to go to the whiteboard and clean it when there was absolutely nothing and ask us if it was "white" enough. mine was the worst. i had to go to the teacher's table where alex ang was sitting, sit on the blue sliding chair, twirl and say "WEEEE" then later tell alex ang that it's very fun-.- i felt my face burning so badly. lols, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am still feeling very guilty):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway. JAGGER did not sprain his leg. he sprained his buttocks. AMAZING eh? and now he has to wear the elizabethan collar to prevent him from scratching his ears or mouth. he looks so cute like a lamp post(: but he keeps banging his collar everywhere because his head is too big. lols, my poor darling. anyway, i hope at least this term would be a better term. i haven't had such a laugh in such a long time. i hope i wouldn't be a weakling this term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever since i fell in love with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've become such a weakling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm crying more then my laughters. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm gona change this!:D&lt;/em&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/35482077-3669047599598199400?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3669047599598199400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=3669047599598199400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3669047599598199400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3669047599598199400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-day-for-term-2-and-i-practically.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-4582786666321549153</id><published>2007-03-14T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:42:39.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAYS' TO:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIMMIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND. DEAR DEAR KYLIE(:&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAY YOU PEOPLE HAVE A BLESSED BIRTHDAY AND GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR O'LEVELS!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;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/35482077-4582786666321549153?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4582786666321549153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=4582786666321549153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/4582786666321549153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/4582786666321549153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthdays-to-alex-shimmie-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-646937899332075111</id><published>2007-03-13T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T05:08:34.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;went to meet daddy today(: ate lunch then we had a heart to heart talk. it's been ages since we sat down talking to each other so seriously. talked about the past, how they divorced when i was 3, how my mum fought back custody, how he hid me away from them. it was really hilarious. did a card for him at home, i hope he can feel the appreciation i have for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;then, went out with nicole and geraldine at bugis(: until my poor feet ached so much. i got heels and a pair of denim shorts(: the whole clinque of girls with nisha, darshini, shimmie, me, dine, shann, swing, kylie, yingyi are going to celebrate our dear kylie and shimmie's birthday together! can't wait! my mind's feeling really blank now. don't know how to continue anymore. &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;with your hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;even the widest, longest road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;can be overcomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-646937899332075111?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/646937899332075111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=646937899332075111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/646937899332075111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/646937899332075111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-meet-daddy-today-ate-lunch-then.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-2988688992699333375</id><published>2007-03-11T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T04:58:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JAGGER'S LAME NOW): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the story on how he became lame goes like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10th of March, my dear Jagger was sleeping peacefully in the kitchen, when some strangers came into the house to paint the study room a darker grey. Jagger, the MAN(dog) was angry and he jumped and he jumped and he jump and he jumped. later, when the people went of, Elizabeth jie jie, his owner saw him on three legs, the hind leg lifted up. Elizabeth jie jie was shocked and she tried to push his hind leg down, but he keeps lifing it up again. flustered, she went to tell her brother. then we all knew Jagger became lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols, his foot is still up, but we decided to observe for maybe a few days to see if it's okay. we suspect it's a muscle strain, not anything to do with the bone. it's heart breaking when i see him pee. because his leg slants all the way 45 degrees. see my dear Jagger? that's what you get when you try to act like a hero. BAD BOY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-2988688992699333375?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2988688992699333375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=2988688992699333375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/2988688992699333375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/2988688992699333375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/03/jaggers-lame-now-story-on-how-he-became.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-3538019985407126681</id><published>2007-03-09T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T07:17:45.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we all finally completed the camp! yay! aha. it's been a meaningful camp for me, i learnt alot more about myself and the personalities different people have , how true they were! it's been utterly irritating today! i woke up in the morning today and realised i couldn't open my eyes. as in my eyes were stuck together. because i was too heaty and my eyes started discharging pus out from it. so my eyes were so swollen, my eyes bags were big, i just looked like one horrible ghost): at least my migraines have disappeared, they were torturing me for the pass two days. heritage race was really tiring. we all ran till our legs were sore and jellish. all of us were so tired. we gave up in Mandai and didn't head to Sembawang.&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;you're like the King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm like the servant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;never meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-3538019985407126681?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3538019985407126681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=3538019985407126681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3538019985407126681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3538019985407126681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-all-finally-completed-camp-yay-aha.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-7256430317443949272</id><published>2007-03-06T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T03:20:53.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hah, we saw 3 boys get caned yesterday. mr low broke his three year law by not canning students in public, and finally relented. i think the guys that got spanked didn't feel really much at all. maybe just a very sharp wince then you can see them back to their self. they were even smiling! like, it's crazy can. you just got canned and you still can smile. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today was the most embarressing day ever. i just feel like being an ostrich. dig a hole and hide my head inside. it's not that i don't want to tell him or anything. the fact that i held back for so long was because i knew that even if he knew, i was so so sure that he wouldn't do a single thing about it! so am i right to say i could just let everything stay the way it is? and what if he minded it and started avoiding me, then wouldn't it be more of a hassle then helping me? i was so hurt that you girls made it so obvious without thinking of my feelings. without thinking of the consequences. yes i may joke-cry to you all, but this time it was for real! anyone in the right mind would cry when you girls made it so obvious! i don't mind if you all make fun of me and stuff but not to the extent of saying and narrowing down his status! if he was far, i wouldn't mind. but he was near. damned near. forget it. what's said cannot be taken in, what's done cannot be undone. you all are forgiven. it was just slips of tongues anyway): don't have to be guilty about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-7256430317443949272?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7256430317443949272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=7256430317443949272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7256430317443949272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7256430317443949272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/03/hah-we-saw-3-boys-get-caned-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-7536781556578421082</id><published>2007-03-04T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:27:44.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;haven't blogged in ages. many things have happened. family happenings, friendship and relationship. my brother found out that mum actually owns the shop she's having now, found out that she was lying to him all the while, if you know about my family or have been reading my blog consistenly, you can imagine the chaos that happened. i won't elaborate. what's happened has happened, what's past is past.&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;the first time i saw you smiling so happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;your passion, your love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i realised, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was just wishing for the impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;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/35482077-7536781556578421082?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7536781556578421082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=7536781556578421082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7536781556578421082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7536781556578421082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/03/havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-7117310091881054728</id><published>2007-02-18T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T23:55:28.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what could be worse than having a big fight at the second day of lunar new year? well, my family is now doing it. a happy joyous festival turned into a series of unfortunate events. what actually happened was simple. my mum invited many of our relatives over. 3 families from her side and only one aunt from my brother's paternal side. so my brother was angry! "how would you feel if all the people were from your family and only one odd one sitting there?" asked my brother. so my brother got so angry because my mum did some things wothout consulting him and my brother refused to eat dinner anymore! like why am i having reunion only now, because as i said my mum just got out of the hospital. then my brother and mother started screaming and shouting over each other, turning an upheaval and uproar in the family. and me and my sister in law started crying. then crazy mum kneel on the ground and threatened to kill herself and move out &lt;like&gt;then my brother said " you do what you want to" then my mum called my brother a bad son, and my brother started going crazy and he shouted " you call me a bad son? then i wouldn't bother about you already" you can imagine the hurt he went through after doing so much for the family and being called a bad son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so yes, my mother packed her stuff and tried to seek her attention from my brother who simply ignored her and she tried to get out of the house while me and my sister-in-law pacified her and she finally started cooking while my brother and elyn jie went out. note: my brother is not eating reunion dinner anymore. only me, mum, sister, and brother-in-law. so now's she's cooking and the crazy thing is she can just suddenly wail and cry then later go cook then wail and cry then go back and cook that kind of thing. it's irritating. then she said she wanted to go be a nun and blah blah. and she keeps pestering me with one question: " how are you going to live while i'm gone? go back to your dad's" like FUCK. stop chasing me away. you don't fucking care about my feelings at all, you don't even fucking realise how much you've hurt me with the things you do and you claim you're staying in this whole world only for me? BULLSHIT. well maybe 25% yes. but 75% for my brother. damn damn damn. i feel like banging my head on the wall. she's acting like a spoilt child. downright SPOILT. with the mentality of a primary 1. she ask me what she's done wrong. i say " you should consult gor next time" then she ask me the question again and start wailing and crying. my $200 hundred dollars ang pow is all gone together with the money daddy gave me. not that i mind. even if i did, what's the use? adults always RIGHT. teenagers always WRONG. adults can take all our money. i can't. just like bullshit eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why do i have such a mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why do i deserve this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why is this happening to me when everyone is celebrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why am i in tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where has everyone gone when i needed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why am i in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why am i still living here anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why why why why why why why? i don't understand too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm breaking apart inside.&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;is beauty only skin deep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;or is beauty everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;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/35482077-7117310091881054728?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7117310091881054728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=7117310091881054728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7117310091881054728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7117310091881054728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-could-be-worse-than-having-big.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-587717620886367943</id><published>2007-02-18T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:05:51.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;changed blog song(: going crazy by natalie(: anyway, i went to cousin rainft's house to eat reunion dinner yesterday, and mommy's out of the hospital. reunion dinner was alright, and i drank wine. the kind that burns your throat terribly. and yes, i think rainft got abit drunk. lols, and i found out that about some things, and yes, it's a big big big disappointment to me. i guess i shouldn't have had such high hopes eh?&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;everything lets me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;everyone's lying to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;everything's a beautiful mask to hide your ugly self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i never knew how far you could go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i never knew how much you would destroy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but now i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's a big disappointment for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yes. it's hurting me deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm &lt;em&gt;going crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/35482077-587717620886367943?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/587717620886367943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=587717620886367943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/587717620886367943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/587717620886367943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/02/changed-blog-song-going-crazy-by.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-3007417778779386126</id><published>2007-02-16T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:32:52.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's been days since i've blogged. and my life's in chaos now. my mum has been hospitalised due to some stuffs in her knee cap. she was putting on the bed covers one morning when her knee cap had a " CRAACCK" sound. then it swelled up, so she went to Changi General to get an injection. then she went to a chinese sinseh and the stupid sinseh administered some acupunture on her, the pain still stayed there and she went there again. then i was having my good night sleep went i was awaken by her calls, she forced me to go to Tan Tock Seng with her when it was like 2am? she complained of pain so i went with her and found out she had to stay there for observation. i reached home at 4.30am. my mum took my phone because she left her frigging charger in the shop so my mum's phone was on a low battery mode. then it died on me went i sent my alarm clock to wake me up at 5.45am. i was late for school, but i still insisted on going because i wouldn't be able to see my friends for 4 days! and yes the flame dancer teacher thinks his "oh so cool" but i don't think so, i think his gross. he can dance but still the coolness wasn't very much needed.  after then i went shopping with yingyi and got a new bag. lols, i went to visited my mother. and there my trouble starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like damn. i have to wake up at 8 am tomorrow so that i can go draw her money out and pay her phone bills, and then go buy groceries from cold storage. then i have to go to tampines to collect her charger and her money before going to the NTUC to get more groceries. in case you're thinking why do i have to go to two places, it's because she thinks NTUC'S foods are fresher and she can get points for her linkcard. so like i have to drag along ALL the groceries. which includes a wok and a big big soup pot from her shop. 4 whole chickens, oil, wine, eggs, fish, prawns, vegetables, seasoning, rice, pork all by MYSELF. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all this add up to 35 items. and the location is at Tampines. please i don't even know how am i going to drag everything down. i'm not superwoman you know! i don't understand why is she still cooking in her state! and she's not even preparing reunion dinner. the dinner is on the first day of New Year! she's wasting my time. why can't she just understand that i'm so fucking tired? damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-3007417778779386126?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3007417778779386126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=3007417778779386126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3007417778779386126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3007417778779386126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-days-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-8315418721201977105</id><published>2007-02-11T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:19:47.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've been really busy this days, or to tell the truth. i don't feel like blogging at all. i don't find my meaning in life, all the promises made are broken, all my goals are crushed and yes just adding on that i am so so so, useless. i haven't been a good friend to everyone, sometimes i hurt the ones i love not to mention, utterly nasty to the people i dislike. i hurt them unintentionally, sometimes, my brain actually just stops working and i start yakking things that i don't mean. everyone's so stressed up now, and i just keep adding on to their problems and start getting all bad tempered and petty i should admit. i don't try to comfort or understand my friends and in turn i start to be angry with them for not trusting me instead of understanding that they don't wish to tell me things that are within them. and yes, not to mention a hypocrite. although it's only to this particular person that we all dislike, but i'm still a hypocrite to her. MY GOODNESS. i just feel like banging my brains out of my bloody skull and step and squish on them until i can think in my right mind and stop being such a pest. mosquito, housefly, rat. whatever, just a pesky pest. i wish i could shut up for a day. that'll be great for me. an ideal wish. i feel much better after saying and admiting all this. at least i know now i'm a stupid pest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in school, my girls are getting all ffff-ed up with this "angelic" little girl who talks without using her stupid brains. with no regard for people, who don't bother about people's feelings. like the pot calling the kettle black. my dear darlings, just bear with it. we will talk to her soon shall we(: i just love my babes, they're the best. thank you once again for bearing with my stupid self, love you all&lt;3! Geraldine Neo Shi Lei, Tan Yingyi, Kylie Seah, Shushannah Lee Si Qi! &lt;33333333s :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my dear friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sorry for not understanding you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sorry for not being there for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sorry for throwing my tantrums at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sorry sorry sorry. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sorry for being such a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sorry): forgive me for not being your ideal friend that you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;still my dear friend, i still love you and i Thank God for placing you in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you are a blessing to me, i just want you to know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/35482077-8315418721201977105?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8315418721201977105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=8315418721201977105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8315418721201977105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8315418721201977105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-been-really-busy-this-days-or-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-8380025557258924980</id><published>2007-02-02T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T05:33:54.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's been a long time since i've blogged due to my busy timetable, i don't even have a good time of rest. well, i've got back my spirits but still lagging of some motivation and perseverance. mommy's birthday and darshini's birthday just went pver and we threw a birthday surprise for her! Chingay's on sunday and yes, i can't wait:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;finally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO DARSHINI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANDDDD. MUMMY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-8380025557258924980?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8380025557258924980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=8380025557258924980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8380025557258924980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8380025557258924980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-long-time-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-3077432961435779304</id><published>2007-01-27T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:49:36.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;heyhello, things haven't been going smoothly yet, so far. been really moody this few days, probably because of some random stuff. well, went to the chingay thing today, and i just realised i wasted my 3 hours there? we didn't even do much! just briefings, making the tissue box and slacking. there's fund raising on the 4th of feb, and i really really wish that it doesn't rain! mum's birthday is coming, and i'm fff broke, don't know what to get for her, don't know how to get money to buy her a gift. well, i don't know why some individuals just can be so happy with you then suddenly turn so cold to you. i just know i'm utterly disappointed in this particular person. we used to be so close and now this. i don't know what sparked the change in you, and for shit's sake. i'm not gona bother since you're even so friendly with the. . okay. i don't know how to describe her, nor do i want to label her, so let's just make her stay where she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yes, i'm sorry friends if i startled and irritated you with my horrible mood swings and emotional outburst in school this whole week. it's just that i'm so vexed and everything's crushed inside that i can't control it. you just can't expect me to laugh and smile when i'm feeling so horrible inside. i can't do it. so please understand my girls(: anyway, i'm troubled with this particular friend relationship now. and i just can't find a way to handle it):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-3077432961435779304?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3077432961435779304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=3077432961435779304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3077432961435779304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/3077432961435779304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/01/heyhello-things-havent-been-going.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-376461688726433578</id><published>2007-01-24T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T02:36:24.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;school was alright today, had been expecting to go running, and was looking forward to it. but nevertheless, PE was cancelled because miss chug had to go for some course. anyway, i feel a teeny weeny little better now because i had an emotional outburst in school today, and after the outburst, i felt better. but note to self: GERALDINE DID NOT ABUSE ME. lols, it was just emotional outburst. and i went jogging with shann after literature today, and yes i feel satisfied  and fresh. but the feelings will come back sooner or later, so i guess i'll just enjoy my little happiness for now. anyway, thank you Yingyi and Kylie for buying the VERY belated present. BEN AND JERRY'S ICE CREAM! hoho. i loved it. thank you thank you girls! just enjoy my cheerful tone of post today, and i hope maybe tomorrow the same tone will still be around eh? AHA. cheerios!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-376461688726433578?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/376461688726433578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=376461688726433578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/376461688726433578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/376461688726433578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-was-alright-today-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-8080730336999057667</id><published>2007-01-22T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:47:14.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey hey. i'm actually in school now. and i'm really glad my best friends actually bothered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aha. thank you people, you all make me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but still, the emo-tic feeling in me isn't gone yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dread going home, i hate going home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i may seem really happy outside, but it's just that i haven't had my share of emotional outbursts yet): i'm stress enough as it is, and my brother's just demoralizing me, taunting me. he thinks it'll motivate me to work harder, but it doesn't. it just makes me feel more hurt and makes me feel like i'm just like a piece of trash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he says, "mass com no need pass maths meh? your english was so bad previously and you want to go to mass com?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i say," i got 70" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he says," that is b4 you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i say, " NO, it's A2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he says, " so? it's not enough"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;please la, he only got a c5 for his English.!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he just doesn't understand. he even said " you sure you're going tuition and not playing there?" for goodness sake! if i went there just to play. would i pay the fees by myself? i can't even buy the things that i like. or even a bag that i need, and he's not bothering! my goodness. i don't even know why i bother? but who cares, i know i study for myslef, not for him not for anyone else, but for me to have a better future ahead. so i have to perservere and go on, on this journey alone. i'll live on my own, i'll do things on my own, i'll think alone, i'll perservere alone! till then, i'll be alone, it'll be through my own that i win this race! &lt;&gt; okay, look i'm contradicting myself again! &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;life's like shit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm so stressed up that i can't hold on anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm going to break down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm going to die down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;now i just pray that God will continue to give me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the passion, the determination, the motivation to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i believe he will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-8080730336999057667?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8080730336999057667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=8080730336999057667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8080730336999057667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8080730336999057667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-5330825396547921373</id><published>2007-01-17T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T02:44:02.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ain't feeling any better this two days. still the same, pressured. i just know there are many things bothering me in my mind, but i just can't explain what are they. and the feeling just sucks, because i feel like sth's pressing on my heart. making me feel so hard to breathe. had PE today, and we learnt softball and i'm in group 3. and fff, i felt like a noob because i didn't even manage to run to the other end and come back. it's so embaressing(if i spelt the word wrongly, pardon me) and well, that isn't the main point): i feel so inferior, so dumb, so stupid. i'm just so not good at anything!):&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'm feeling sad now. i feel hurt now. i feel like crying now. i feel so useless now. i don't feel like living on earth now. i feel like i'm such a bad friend to everyone now. i feel like i don't care for my friends at all now. i feel like a piece of trash now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRIENDS, i understand them but not totally at all. i don't care enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAMILY, they don't understand me nor love me to the utmost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after all, i'm the EXTRA right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUDIES, my maths and studies suck totally. i don't have motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE, i love him, but i can't say it out. i just wait. i'm not good enough either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this are all summarised. i can't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;say everything out. i need at least two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALL THIS THINGS ARE MAKING ME GO CRAZY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M DESPERATE FOR SOMEWHERE TO HIDE MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE DYING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S ALL DRIVING ME CRAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I HATE THIS WORLD. I WANT TO LEAVE THIS PLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE PAIN IS SLOWLY SEEPING THROUGH MY HEART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE DAY, I WILL LEAVE AS I HAVE WISHED. I WILL VANISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;no one understands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/35482077-5330825396547921373?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5330825396547921373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=5330825396547921373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/5330825396547921373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/5330825396547921373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/01/aint-feeling-any-better-this-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-2840119223781640287</id><published>2007-01-15T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T02:59:30.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;well, i'm still feeling really bad. today wasn't a very good day anyway. but i don't want to say anything to my friends about this anymore. because i know it's sickening to always be hearing the same name being repeated every time. i know the feeling. so i don't wana keep harping on it. especially for yingyi, who's always been the main one listening. thank you, but i don't wana bother anyone anymore. it's just stopping here everything. nothing's getting anywhere, nothing being done. nothing being said. i'm so sick of this. yes, people tell me things that make me really happy sometimes. but maybe it was all a concidence. maybe it was all a lie, maybe it was just a random thing. i know i don't deserve him. i know i'm not good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the happiness, then the stares, then the paranoid-ness, then the sensitivity, then the suspicision, then the tears, then the waiting, one day, one week, one month, one year, then the heartache, then the longing, then the giving up, then the goodbye. when will be the expiry date? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't know. i'm so tired of this life, i feel like ending it all. it's foolish, stupid, but this life is exhausting. it's draining my energy, away. slowly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for all i care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-2840119223781640287?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2840119223781640287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=2840119223781640287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/2840119223781640287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/2840119223781640287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-im-still-feeling-really-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-7233982054240816405</id><published>2007-01-13T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:45:26.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey, i'm here to update again. well, i just realised how selfish is my mum and my whole family i should say. they don't really care for me. tell me, which kid pays for her tuition fees herself? i thought people always used to say. " home is the best place to be?" somewhere you can get warmth, and your family will never forsake you? well. i should say my family gives me the stress i don't actually need. they don't give me support nor encouragement. all they ever know how to do is to add on problems to my pathetic life. if you people have a good family you can rely on, cherish them well. because i don't and i will never have a chance to even rely on them. they keep asking." can you do well in your O's?" but they don't say " you can do it!" how am i supposed to be confident when they are already doubting my capablities when o levels isn't even nearing? my mum wastes my time on some USELESS shits, she in a heap of debt and damn it she's fff unreasonable. you can be digusted at how i rant on this, but you people will never know how it is like to be in this family. okay. i know. "ELIZABETH. don't complain, be thankful enough you have a family" yes a family who makes me feel like i'm an illegitimate child. a family who makes me feel like i'm an unwanted piece of trash. a family who makes me feel i'm a burden to them. NO THANKS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can't believe how you're making this all our faults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then suddenly act as if nothing's happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can't face you, if this goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's a torment to see you acting sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then so happy the next minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm innocent. and so are the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-7233982054240816405?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7233982054240816405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=7233982054240816405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7233982054240816405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7233982054240816405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-im-here-to-update-again.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-7127232128657044238</id><published>2007-01-12T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T08:14:29.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey hello(: tuition has started and it's been extremly stressful for me this to days. especially on thursday, when i had literature ending at 4.45pm and my tuition starting at 7pm. and the rain didn't help matters. there was a big major traffic jam and i was late): sorry geraldine.! anyway, it was comb science and the teacher was alright. he didn't exactly know how to teach maybe because he was too young. in his twenties. the guys in there were so noisy too! blasting music, saying vuglarities. my goodness, it was so distracting. i went home extremly tired reached home around 10.10pm, and it was still raining and i HAD to bring jagger down so obviously i got drenched when shielding the umbrella for him-.- my phone died on me and the screen was spoilt so i wanted to wait for my brother to lend me his second phone. apparently, i've been asking for it for weeks, and i simply think he has no intention of lending it to me. so i waited till i couldn't wait anymore and fell asleep at 1AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friday 12jan2007:&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 woke up feeling extremly tired. 5 hours of sleep and the weather was so cold. and i only had two lessons to attend. we had guides after that. me and dine were the game masters. all was well and good. except for something that made me so pissed that i started acting like i had depression during poa. the STARE. the HATRED. like alright? every fff thing that happened was our fucking fault. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM SO SORRY FOR DOING STH I DID NOT DO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;man, i was so pissed. please listen to both sides then judge on who to give the death sentence to. i wasn't feeling too good, i was tired, extremly tired and something like this happened. like it's so unreasonable. i don't want to bother about this anymore. do what you-know-who wants, do everything your way. we are wrong you are right. sorry sorry sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tuition was maths today. the most impressive thing was that the teacher had suffered from a stroke before, sits in a wheelchair and is half paralysed. the most impressive thing is that he can still stay so jovial and happy. i salute him AHA. and no. it doesn't mean that he had a stroke and he's not a good t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eacher. he is, from my point of view. anyway, we started tuition from 5pm to 7pm, then he asked us if we wanted to join the 4Ns at 7.30 to 9.30pm. and we did. i got so irritated at doing maths that i almost broke down. i am just so NOT cut out for maths. i can't understand it. anyway, i'm feeling really tired now. i wana go sleep. goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-7127232128657044238?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7127232128657044238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=7127232128657044238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7127232128657044238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7127232128657044238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-hello-tuition-has-started-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-7609641292197335224</id><published>2007-01-10T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T04:02:30.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;heyhey. i have to say this. i've been tolerating someone for like two days, and i feel as if i'm gona blow up soon. i won't. i will keep it under wraps. lols. anyway, mrs tang has a really bad habit. she loves to compare, and so what if we're from love? she didn't have to compare the way she did! literature was alright today, it was the same old boring lesson. i went to my cousin's house during the free periods to get my trunk of soft toys because they were moving out soon. i brought the toys to salvation army then. amy found her Mario, yingyi got her racoon. and i got some other small toys into my bag. the rest i gave it away. there was a hello kitty in a wedding gown among the toys i've given away. i sure hope the next girl who gets it is happy:D i took daniel home though. because he was in his wedding suit, and he reminded me of someone. tuition starts tomorrow. i can't wait(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-7609641292197335224?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7609641292197335224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=7609641292197335224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7609641292197335224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7609641292197335224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/01/heyhey_10.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-5452677664566601518</id><published>2007-01-08T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T04:39:44.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;heyhey. it's been fun in school today. except for the boring chinese lessons. we had to do a test paper on comprehensions. talk about good luck. lols, just on the second week. we already have a "test" paper to do. social studies was alright. with Geraldine constantly commenting on you-know-who, i couldn't stop laughing. and miss ross was talking like a bullet train i was just stoned there. i didn't catch what she said. so she had to repeat continuously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YAY. lols, i enrolled for tuition with dine. we are having tuition. i feel so, so. um, hardworking? it's unbelievable. me and her enrolling for tuition. both of us can't believe it too. aha. it's at ang mo kio! i'm got a direct bus and dine has one too but hers is opposite):but it's okay. at least we're having tuition together! anyway. i'm tired of this life. i don't want to face the o levels. but i can't run away from it. so i got to tell myself. Elizabeth Chua Hui Qin. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FACE IT):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as i saw the sec 1s tottering in. i realised 4 years just passed just quickly. yes, like the blink of an eye. we've come to the most critical stage of secondary 4. now, we got to work hard because the time we lost would never come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, the stupid taxi driver drove me from hougang then to ang mo kio, then to sengkang. when he could just go by the hougang way. it was peak hour too! stupid stupid. lols, bad luck eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waste of money. waste of time.&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 style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TATA:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh. yesyes, i changed my blog song. AGAIN. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's HURT by Christina Aguilera:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-5452677664566601518?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5452677664566601518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=5452677664566601518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/5452677664566601518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/5452677664566601518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/01/heyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-8007596291864885316</id><published>2007-01-07T02:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T02:48:45.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay. i haven't been blogging for days and life's pretty boring. i'm gona change this blogskin back to my previous one. because i still think i like that one better. and like f**k. my computer's lagging only at the blogskins page. it's so irritating. pardon me for my attitude because i'm feeling extremly tired now. like my brother threw the whole house to me while he went off playing his dear soccer. man. i haven't even mopped the floors yet and i feel like my bones are gona scatter sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;first day of school was alright. and yes LOVELY chow mei chee is our form teacher. and there's only one teacher because she says " as long as you have one good teacher, i can handle all of you". yes like bullshit. bad i should say. not good. anyway. a teacher SHOULD NOT boast. she is not setting a very good example is she? but who cares? if i have to face her for the whole year, so be it. it's God's will, so maybe something good about her will surface soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i know that i had a really fun time seeing my friends and i had a great time laughing and joking with them. it's such a blessing to have friends like you people. yes. cca day was on friday and i had a hard time trying to pull people to guides. lols. i spoke so loud that i went hoarse the very next hour. worth it i guess, afterall if we didn't manage to pull in 40. we wouldn't be able to go home. geraldine dear and i went to find tuition centres. yes you didn't read wrongly, i said. TUITION CENTRES. please do not be shocked by my sudden determination in studying. it's just that i want my future to be all well and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;not as if i can help if i'm naturally dumb. i suck at maths. and i sucked at it totally. i don't know how am i going to pull my marks up with my dumb brain. it's so unfair that some people are just born smart eh? O level's are just creeping in every minute, hour, day. i dread the feeling of it. the worry, the stress, the expectations. just so sick of exams and stuffs. i just wish for school to go on smoothly without any troubles or problems popping up. it would make my life easier then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, i want to thank &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GERALDINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for your declaration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was really sweet. made me very happy. thank you:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and of course. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAGGIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you for your snake and your shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll give you your present too don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but not now. i'm broke): please understand. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-8007596291864885316?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8007596291864885316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=8007596291864885316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8007596291864885316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/8007596291864885316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay_07.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-6951498013838199513</id><published>2007-01-01T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:59:03.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;alright, i changed my blogskin. like finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't really like this skin though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gona get this changed soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i changed my blogskin in desperation to get my blog alive again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because i'm getting "sicker" of my previous blogskin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as days go by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and like YAY. the song is "I Cross My Heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sung by All-4-one and Sammi Cheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the woman's a chinese singer. but who cares(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her english is good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love the lyrics. totally sweeeeeeeet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people just listen to the whole song and you'll understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i didn't like the song at the starting too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but this song is just too nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's my brother's wedding song too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway peepes, take a look at the wisdom's corner too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because i'll be updating it differently. like once in two days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe you'll find something that inspire's 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;anyway. people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;school's reopening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yes a good thing or a bad thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for me it's totally bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the o level's are coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;approaching menacingly into our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yes. the feeling sucks, especially when i just started to enjoy my holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i reckon it wouldn't be a very good year for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the change of form teachers like miss tay said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or maybe she's just pulling our legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i sure hope it wouldn't be the strawberry tree that's gona take over. lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will miss the cute ah boy in mummy's shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the "friends" i've made there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because i doubt i'll ever go there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because mum's stopping her business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, thank you SHANN. for the music website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY?aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i forgot how to upload pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i can't upload the wedding photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of my brother and sis-in-law for you people to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so someone, please teach this stupid brain of mine(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;got to go now. see you people tomorrow(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-6951498013838199513?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6951498013838199513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=6951498013838199513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/6951498013838199513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/6951498013838199513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2007/01/alright-i-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-8563315147076596450</id><published>2006-12-29T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T08:09:49.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so now i know who my true friends are:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-8563315147076596450?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8563315147076596450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;birthday's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just like that. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people whom i were expecting their wishes forgot or did not wish me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people whom i did not expect to wish me. did. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some people made me irritated. some made me really happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the rain from day to night didn't help much though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yes. finally i went to vivo city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yesyes noob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the japanese food was good. but expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brother and sis-in-law didn't wish at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the day just went past like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not a very happy birthday though. it was the worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, just want to express my thanks to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people who gave their wishes to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks for remembering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Geraldine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Liangyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Yingyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Kylie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Shann &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Mag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Steffi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Kerin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Nisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Aneza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Yengyeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Yijia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Shuying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Shiqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Felicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Nurul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Pris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Gracia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Wenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Eevon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Kenny,church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Andy kwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Andy koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you people(: greatly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm going to town tomorrow i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with ah liang to get my gown the ribbon tied up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks for accompanying ah liang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haven't got my accessories for the big day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can't wait for brother to get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sis-in-law would finally be moving in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-3341989298673390825?l=inconspicuous-love.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-35482077.post-4084471636430876022</id><published>2006-12-17T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:34:49.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday to me(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-4084471636430876022?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4084471636430876022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=4084471636430876022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but many things have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i went to give out the wedding invitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i didn't eat for the whole day for goodness sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wonder how those silly people can just starve for 3 days or whatever just to get slim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just didn't eat anything for the one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i felt so weak and limp already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;those people who starve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they must be crawling on the ground after their starving period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no offence but it's so silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i haven't going out with my friends this few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;been really busy. and now i'm running a temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just few days before my big day):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sis's birthday is TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, brother and his wife fought over my sis in law's mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate her stupid mother. that duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway. i got to go sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my head's splitting.&lt;/span&gt;&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-35482077.post-6850810372023244150</id><published>2006-11-29T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T02:28:12.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i went out with Nisha to "study" today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols, but we ended up chatting, and we're going to the library to study again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this time for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want to thank God for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;previously, i lost my wallet, but someone passed the wallet to the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i got it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank God for the kind hearted soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today, i was so muddle headed i lost my keys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it wouldn't affect anything if it was the past where you could easily duplicate a key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my lock now has a pin on the key, and it would cost much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank God for letting me find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my brother would kill me if he knew):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank God.&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;each time i felt lost and needed you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i couldn't find any of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;then when i didn't need you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was always able to contact you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;weird huh?&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-6850810372023244150?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6850810372023244150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=6850810372023244150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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did alot of slacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols, anyway. i went to meet daddy after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm rich now for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it'll be gone sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i need to get a dress or gown? or i don't know what you call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for my brother's wedding. shoes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanted to meet nisha for studying but she dua-ed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sooooooo. i just went back home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now miss tay knows my secret too. like "oh shit" lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have no idea why people keep guessing correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too notorious i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, i'm contented for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can keep my misses to other days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yingyi, kylie, mag and geraldine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i miss you all sooooooooo much):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we haven't gone out together yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as a group. boooooooooos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm getting sick of seeing shann everyday. lols, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was just joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i still want to go out together(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c'mon girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lets go out and plaaaaaay! AHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-2955553827585073991?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2955553827585073991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=2955553827585073991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/2955553827585073991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/2955553827585073991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/11/maths-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-7025909130114314531</id><published>2006-11-24T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:38:18.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unhappy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IDIOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGHHHHHH.&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 went on the boat with my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols, and i went into the casino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and they believed i was 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay. i have a chao lao face):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i didn't want to gamble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't want too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but my mum said later you get lost outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;note: the boat is 14 stories high(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i went in and she forced me to play black jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i said i didn't want too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but she needed to go collect her jackpot money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i didn't go anywhere. i was afraid i'll get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no reception, in malaysia, on a boat, in the middle of the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so just play lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;won for my mum $300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and she lost it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i didn't sleep a wink the whole night and afternoon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just watched my mum playing black jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the way they deal the cards and chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COOL(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i'm not gona gamble again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's wrong. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went home. slept like a pig. returned home around 9am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;slept to 2.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i want to go back there(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tiring, seasick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but NOT to gamble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's just so fun watching them do everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not to gamble. NONO(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went out with shann today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she wanted to buy her daddy's present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she got it. lols, apple struuuuuuudel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yumyum(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;got to go. TATA:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OHYESYESYES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darren from superstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he's just so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm so gona melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even my mom who listens to FEI YU QING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thinks his cute too.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so cute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm darren-crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-7025909130114314531?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7025909130114314531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=7025909130114314531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7025909130114314531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/7025909130114314531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116409753038181817</id><published>2006-11-21T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:25:30.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enough of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;have something great to share with you all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i read this in a book and which i believe is very true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you're not a christian, it's okay(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just read it for the sake of reading then! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe you'll find something worth reading about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i typed this to Shann&amp;Geraldine before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and it took me 9 messages each, soooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here i go(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;each time you guys or girls glanced into the mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;early in the morning. and say "BLEEEACCCH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm so ugly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the ugly pimples, the distorted features, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the disgusting hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you can't help but think you are one of the ugliest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but people. if you think this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's time you got a new mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it says so in the Bible, Psalm 149:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(go check it out)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know this beautifying process is really true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because i've seen this in many of my friends, that's why i'm sharing it with you people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when the people start to know God in a real and personal way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;their pimples start to fade, the ugly features turn in beautiful ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a sparkle appears in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and great radiance falls on your outside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;scientific research have shown that such things happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when we fall in love, when we're pregnant(for girls only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and when we're getting married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we start to have glowing skin, sparkling eyes and a increased heart rate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's all chemical, very real, very true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so why not at spiritual level too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when you allow God to fill your heart with boundless love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's shows on the outside too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this beauty does not have anything to do with cosmetics or plastic surgery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's an inside out job,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A HEART FULL OF LOVE PRODUCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A FACE FULL OF JOY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;before long after reading this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i realised the happy truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and it's something great we ought to celebrate about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;such beauty is a gift from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unlike lipstick and mascara which only lasts for a few hours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spiritual beauty is timeless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it literally pours out from your pores and alters your appearance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in a really pleasant way! people would think you had a face-lift(YUCK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when you, my dear friends actually had a faith -lift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so c'mon friends, be confident and happy about your appearance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you are having today because spiritual beauty would always be there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols, i loved this article, i edited some things though, so people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENJOY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116409753038181817?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116409753038181817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116409753038181817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116409753038181817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116409753038181817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/11/enough-of-bad-things.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116409638004813584</id><published>2006-11-20T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:07:38.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went out with liang yu yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went to eat sakae with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fought with my mum cause she was sooooooo irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she was constantly beside me and Liang yu critising the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i was like, "if you want to come then don't give so much comments"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then she walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then she started shouting at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ate till we were totally full. especially ah liang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she ate 13 plates. lols, i ate 7 plates aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she finished her udon. i didn't lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i helped her finish her ice cream though:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bought 3 new tops yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;finally i'm changing my wardrobe(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;came home. raining heavily. liangyu saw someone and she was very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHA. slacked at home. nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;called shann. then my brother came home. then he ranted at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he said, why is Jagger's water bowl emtpy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i was like how'd i know? i refilled it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then like anyone with a brain could saee that Jagger had toppled his bowl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;out of anger cause my brother didn't let him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the water just dried up. MY fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;asked me to do my maths assessment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;started asking me funny things again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why is dist = speed x time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why is speed=dist over time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i answered because it's like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he said because of the product rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then he started complaining i had poooooooor basics which is true lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then he started ranting and ranting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ranting and RANTING. then he said i was beyond hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i AM hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yea i am what. i am so beyond the border of laziness that i HATE to practise maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just hate it. damned maths:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H.O.P.E.L.E.S.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what'd does that spell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E.L.I.Z.A.B.E.T.H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck this fucking life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm gona FORCE my fff brain and hand to do my fff maths now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116409638004813584?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116409638004813584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116409638004813584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116409638004813584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116409638004813584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/11/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116366962690156203</id><published>2006-11-16T01:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:33:46.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;things have been reallllllllllllly fun this days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was out for the whole week. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went out with amy on tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she wanted to get a bag, so we went to Queensway&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;surprisingly, me and amy didn't find any nice bags at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they were all handbags, or ugly sling bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so we just bought some stuff and went to city hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;walk here and there and i went to meet my mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and she went home too(: fun day! thank you Amy chengggggggg. lols, "BANG"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yesterday, went out with Liang and Qian han to east coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols, we had great fun cycling there then it rained out of a sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so we were all drenched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;since it was so, we decided to rush over to the hawker centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the rain was so heavy until we couldn't open our eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and that dumb Liang yu knocked over a dustbin and she got a deeeeep cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saw a kitten mewing, wanted to go help it but another person attended to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i was practically looking at the litten the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wasn't paying attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the guy knock onto me. a rollerblader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beginer i guess, didn't know how to brake or move away. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was on a bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he was on a rollerblade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank God i didn't make him not to have a Daddy's day anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i almost did. so he was apologising to me "repeat-ly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then he went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but Liang yu and Qian han made the whole thing seem so painful for the guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that i said sorry to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes. caught up with him and siad sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then his friend was like " oh no, it was his fault. he didn't move away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i was like " well, i wasn't paying attention too" lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and Qian han got frightened by some guy who swerved suddenly infront of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;liang has a phobia of dustbins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and me to rollerbladers lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went to Shann's house today, met amy after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ate lunch with them and walked around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then we went back to her house to crap. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sister in law bought me a handphone strap from Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's so cute! it's blue too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with a small kind in a kimono and a pinwheel that you can blow and it turns too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway. there's maths tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think i'm gona go. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;had a fun weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sometimes, i get so tired when i hear your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sometimes, yet i love to mention about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sometimes, i feel so give up kind of mood on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sometimes, yet i feel so excited anout you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;knowing that giving up would be hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i rather it stayed this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;through the hurt, through the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-35482077.post-116340213243575748</id><published>2006-11-12T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:15:32.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;been not doing much lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just slacking around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;watching television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;surfing the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;life's pretty boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haven't got my money back from mum yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my $120. feeling really broke now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;met a creeeeeeeeeeeeepy man yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he was always creeeeeeeeeeepy to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he rang my house doorbell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even though i didn't know it was him, i didn't dare to open the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what'd expect. it was like almost going to 1am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank God brother returned home on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i know, i was hiding in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and when i came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my bro told me the fff man wanted to borrow a calculator from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's like totally crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you ring the ffff doorbell in the middle of midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just for a fffff calculator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and how did he know i stayed here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X ray vision? telepathy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i doubt so. all i know is that i saw him and he told me he lived on the 14 floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so treating him as a neighbour, i told him my name and jagger's name lor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you can tell your neighbour that what right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i solemly did not give him my ffffff door number or storey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i met him a couple of times, twice in a day even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;especially. when i was with jagger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my brother told me not to speak to strangers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my mum told me not to go down that late at night to walk jagger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and my sis in law told me to be careful with the :/ face. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she was freaked out too i guess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they make it seem like sth bad gona happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm no longer a small girl oooooooooooookay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm still preeeeety freaked out though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't dare to go out for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just wait for mummy to come back with dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no money, have to go to compass point to withdraw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i don't dare to go out. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no maggie mee. no nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only carrot juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i am very angry with jagger cause he peed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on the blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now i have to wash the blankie, and the covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and make sure brother doesn't find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he's crying now. but i won't let him out anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i won't talk to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, Literature students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Wong got posted back to kuochuan! hulahohohohoho(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aha.&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 feel so inferior of myself each time read the stuff you've been saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;things i don't wana read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;things i don't wana hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sighs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;life sucks now worxzxzxzxz):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116340213243575748?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116340213243575748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116340213243575748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116340213243575748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116340213243575748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-been-not-doing-much-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116305097723482082</id><published>2006-11-08T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:42:57.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;been not doing much lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not feeling very well either,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just watched a show called bring it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols, a cheerleading show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and damn. that show was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;want to show it to shann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but guess i can't cause i got to return this by friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i won't be meeting her at all i guess, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so. yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bro's sick as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guess he caught it from me. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he took one day mc yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and Thank God i didn't meet up with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if not i'll have to dua people again. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feeling still gloomy. but better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terms with mum are better probably because i have enough sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope it would be all better. tomorrow(:&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;this shows how much you care huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116305097723482082?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116305097723482082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116305097723482082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116305097723482082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116305097723482082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/11/been-not-doing-much-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116281046658433701</id><published>2006-11-06T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T02:54:26.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols, i still. can't breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shann couldn't recognise me when we talked on the phone today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shan't blog much, because i don't have anything to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i'm going to shann's house tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and eat pasar malam food and get sick-er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, geraldine is sick to and she's munching on prawn crackers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i'm munching on twisties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOOHOOOOOO(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brother's still the same. ranting. ranting. RANTING.......&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'm still missing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116281046658433701?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116281046658433701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116281046658433701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116281046658433701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116281046658433701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/11/lols-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116270698431864777</id><published>2006-11-04T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:09:44.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm feeling terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goodness, i can't breathe, can't breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;look amy. i'm in the same state as you're in. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and. i'm running a temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my head feels it's gona explode any minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116270698431864777?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116270698431864777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116270698431864777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116270698431864777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116270698431864777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-feeling-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116254207208429793</id><published>2006-11-03T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:22:23.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;watched goong on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;want the disc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lui by the way. is so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;still feeling down though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ffffffff emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;days seem to be going so slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too slowly. people seem to be getting happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i seem to become more fragile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now, even the slightest lecture can beat me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just a song can make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart's feeling empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my brother's not making things easy for me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;work stress, wedding stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i seem to become his stress reliever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even when it wasn't my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i get lectured too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saying, i don't care about the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't care about people's things when it's not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blah blah blah. if i didn't care, i wouldn't do housework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;each time i do something wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he says, elizabeth, i know you too well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you do things without thinking of the results. blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;understand me. only on the outside. not on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you people. keep telling me the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know you too well elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what do i like to eat? or to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what do i hate doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what colours i like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they don't know. and they claim to understand me when they don't even know the basics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i like being a zookeeper. i like it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then my sister tells me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you dumb girl. zookeeper? what future would you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they don't know, anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't know what to blog anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;liang yu, and i'm happy for you sweetie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bye.&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;the emptiness i get in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just makes me wish i was dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116254207208429793?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116254207208429793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116254207208429793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116254207208429793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116254207208429793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/11/watched-goong-on-youtube.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116243769490881636</id><published>2006-11-01T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T04:26:16.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-MORNING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;today, i found out enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enough for me to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe, all i found out were just concidential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe all i found out were just normal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but all changed by my sensitivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but enough for me to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just realised how different we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how similar were the both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how incompaitable were me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how compaitable were the both of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe i still can't give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe i still can't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe if i try my very best and i still can't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then, time will heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if it doesn't, then i'll let it be. i'll go about on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all things must come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for now, it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all ended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you for the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you for the laughter you've given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, rainft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you still owe me six ice cream scoopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want them now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;came back from Shann's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;had fun with shann and amy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;had alot of laughters regarding. *um hem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols, felt better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;binged on alot of ice cream today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;another at night. met my mum. and ate Venezia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;missed Goong. today was a very nice episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols, rainft. okay. i will leave you alone for your N levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will haunt you for my ice cream after your N levels(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;must remember to save money huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm giving you a 50% discount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just 3 scoopes would do(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sighs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you tay liang yu for consoling(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;33333333333333s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116243769490881636?l=inconspicuous-love.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-35482077.post-116237967994094768</id><published>2006-11-01T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T03:16:40.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;had great fun today actually(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with miss tay liang yu, lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we went to east coast park and we had a great great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we both were really troubled anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and that trip to east coast made us feel so much better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you Liang yu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and we got drenched in the rain , lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only one end of east coast was raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and we were the unlucky ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so by the time we returned our bikes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everyone was looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thinkin" eh. why they soooooo wet huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we went bowling after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yes at the first five parts. we lost miserably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;due to the loss of practise i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then we finally did better and the ball knocked onto my finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's swollen now):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway i had great fun today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, remember telling you people about seeing two snail mate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i went there yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and saw many many baby snails,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i counted 21. but i'm sure there were more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they were sooooooo little! some even smaller than your pinky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;had a great time today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;going to Shann's house tomorrow with Liang Yu again!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;woooooooo hooooooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116237967994094768?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116237967994094768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116237967994094768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116237967994094768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116237967994094768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/11/hellod-had-great-fun-today-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116228253208975369</id><published>2006-10-31T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:34:54.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;didn't do really much today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just sat in front of the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i played neopets, lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's raining really heavily now, don't know what to do anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just waiting for the contractors to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one man is coming from 4 to 5pm to seal up the crack for the wood in my bro's room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;another at 5 to 6pm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to iron off the lump in my brother's cabinet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one at 6 to 7pm to seal the cracks in the service balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feeling reallllllllllly bored now. the weather makes things even worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there's gona be snail's adventure for me tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;snails love the wet weather, they don't like Mr Sun. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe going out to Shann's house tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to be her part time maid-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't know what to say anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;life seem to be so meaningless now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just saw sth that made me realllllllly upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel like crying but i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel like dying now. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you God for this precious gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;she gave her love away, since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a loooooooong loooooong time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-35482077.post-116218857527498181</id><published>2006-10-29T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:13:41.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lyrics for " Never Too Far" by Mariah Carey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yesyesyes. this song's reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i still like it all the same(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love the lyrics, very meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENJOY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never Too Far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Til the bitter end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What we had transcends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This experience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Too painful to Talk about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I'll hold it in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;il my heart can mend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And be brave enough to love again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A place in time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still belongs to us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stays preserved in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the memories there is solace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never too far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I won't let time erase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One bit of yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I have learned that Nobody can take your place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Though we can never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll keep you close to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Glittering lights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Incandescent eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still preserved In my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the memories I'll find solace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never too far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I won't let time erase One bit of yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I have learned that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody can take your place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Though we can never be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll keep you close to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'll remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A place in time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still belongs to us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stays preserved in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the memories there is solace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never too far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I won't let time erase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One bit of yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I have learned that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody can take your place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And though we can never be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll always think of you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Always remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never too far~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wooooooooooooooots, and that's the end(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116218857527498181?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116218857527498181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116218857527498181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116218857527498181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116218857527498181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-well-lyrics-for-never-too-far-by.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116217654428704422</id><published>2006-10-29T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T18:49:04.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLOOOOOOO:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;had fun with mum today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i handled all the housework by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seems like sister in law is moving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so bro helped their family to move to their new home(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;real tired now, but i'm reallllllllllly bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH YES OH YES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" put your left hand in, put your left hand out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;put your left hand in and shake it all about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around that's what it's all about!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; my goodness, i'm realllllly bored lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIME FOR: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE SNAILS ADVENTURE WITH ELIZABETH CHUA(: -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i had fun with them today, lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i saw 8 at one area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 you know at one grass patch just that they were scattered all around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i put them all together under a hidden grass area &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hoping that they would mate(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o they can have more little snailies around. lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; so i brought Jagger to pee elsewhere, and when i came back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I SAW THEM MATING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not all 8 lah! just two. lols, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was reallllly happy for them-.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they weren't even embarrassed that i was looking at them _ _ _ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;middle letter is "e", they were just coiling around each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they didn't mind me looking at them w/o clothes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fff. what am i saying? they don't wear clothes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;didn't want to invade their privacy so i wished them all the best and walked away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well done, i was talking to myself at that point of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friends, i think you people for the sake of my goodwill, better call the IMH now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wouldn't blame you people seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was talking to myself all the while? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why was i talking to myself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no leh, i don't know why i was talking to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe i was bored? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yayaya. i was bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEE, i'm talking to myself again. oh no. call the IMH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i don't wana go there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wana see Mr and Mrs snail marry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;omg, they can't marry they're snails! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i should. yes i should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jagger i should right? no. why am i talking to him on the computer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"turns to her left" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i should right jagger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;agger nods his head. so i think i should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; eh. i've got to stop all this bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've been talking gibberish the whole time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the snail thing is true lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't bluff the readers(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sorry if you people got so cold until you people got iced all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm just too boooooooooooored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sighs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116217654428704422?l=inconspicuous-love.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-35482077.post-116194355427413755</id><published>2006-10-27T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T03:05:54.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm at Shann's house now(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;didn't go with Amy to vivo city today afterall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she's actually sick now! poor amy. get well soon(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went to Junction8 to get my toner and stuffs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then it started to rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we were totally totally drenched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;record broken, continuously 3 days of getting drenched:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wana get sicksicksick. but i can't get sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't know why. was really pissed with mum yesterday, she took my money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and promised to return it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then she only returned fifty-.- wth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't even know where all my money has gone to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i didn't even use that much and now i'm only left with 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for now the holidays are here, but time seems to be going so slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when will 2 months pass? sigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, another record broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saw 13 snails yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saw 4 at one grass patch but one was already smashed by some other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so only saved 3 and placed them together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saw the baby one again. it's so cute! lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wana watch death note again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;death note 2 faster come out.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wana see LLLLLLLLLLLLL(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sigh, &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;missing missing missing missing missing missing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yooooooooooooooooooooou.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116194355427413755?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116194355427413755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116194355427413755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116194355427413755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116194355427413755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-at-shanns-house-now-didnt-go-with.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116185412037483655</id><published>2006-10-26T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T02:27:06.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today's the last day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i'm so not loving it):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;means i won't be able to see that idiot for 2 months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;man. had principal's talk today it was okay actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yesterday. people came to perform what deepavali is all about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was interesting and nice but i was freaked out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how they played their instruments and the chanting of the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it sounded so evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yes. me and shann screamed when the demon and the other guy came down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they looked so horrifying and BIG. my goodness, thank God it was the other guy that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;came close. not the demon. if not i'd run to the toilet already, lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gave my report book to my brother yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;surprisingly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his lecture was only two mintues?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: gor, report card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gor: aiyo, your maths very "terok" huh get so low and POA fail?&lt;br /&gt;gor: your science fail also? like that how to go poly?&lt;br /&gt;me: aiya, you need to give me time ma. i just started studying hard for this exam only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you think i'm superwoman huh,? i can't improve that much you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gor: okay, give you this week to play, next week onward do your maths and science assesment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: orh, okay lor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all this took 2 mintues, and he wasn't really angry at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe he saw the improvement? don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whatever it is, i'm just happy that it didn't turn out badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;going out with amy to vivo city tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;anyway people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enjoy your holidays(:&lt;33s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;man, i feel so ffffffff emo now):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;without you here, i just feel so so lonely):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish the whole year would start over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;would you forget me? i wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;unless i find a guy that makes me feel the way you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;if i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll just continue sliently loving you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;even though i'm a fool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;all this is enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116185412037483655?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116185412037483655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116185412037483655' 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grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO:D&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 had great fun today, with amy cheng and shushannah lee(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;walked around in junction8, had our pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then went to cine to catch the movie "DEATH NOTE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;met with hui min, zenith, melissa along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and we all watched the movie together(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and oh my goodness, "L"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the investigator was REALLLLLY CUTE!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the way he ate his chips, candy, the way he held his phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG. he was damn cute, so cute!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and that that. "Light" guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he was really ruthless to plot and kill his girlfriend ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was really mad with him lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, all in all, i had great fun today! lols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCA day tomorrow! support girl guides ooooooookay?:D&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/35482077-116169876482971097?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116169876482971097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116169876482971097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116169876482971097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116169876482971097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/10/hellod-i-had-great-fun-today-with-amy.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116144172298862807</id><published>2006-10-21T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T07:42:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;school's been really lame this few days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we were supposed to go for the race, and in the end it got cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;due to the psi, ridiculous luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, i know i'm slow in blogging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but naked fish was actually not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the prawn was nice, the chicken was okay, and the cake was cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i didn't like the salad at all, and so did geraldine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but overall, everything was okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;had fun with amy and shann at her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i had fun at geraldine's house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just had fun lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and amy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am so happy for you, congrats&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and shann,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well. i'm disappointed you did it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i know you're really upset now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it'll soon be over(: so cheer up.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bye,&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 style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know i love you, not &lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;one more week. just one more week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i wouldn't be able to see you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;imissyou):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/35482077-116144172298862807?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116144172298862807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116144172298862807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116144172298862807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116144172298862807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/10/schools-been-really-lame-this-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116109355899118539</id><published>2006-10-17T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T06:59:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE JAGGER LLAAAAAAA.!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he saw a cat and he pull me soooooo hard then i tumbled onto the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAIN. ,MY WOUND HURTS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's until the flesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAIN. PAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid woman in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;still honk me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRAZY LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cannot stand still honk me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAD WOMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIINN LAAAAAAAAAAA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY HAND, MY TOES, MY WHOLE LEG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNN LAAAAAAAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116109355899118539?l=inconspicuous-love.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-35482077.post-116099204399078161</id><published>2006-10-16T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T02:47:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes, today. all of us got back our papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some may be happy, some may be not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but all i can say is, there's no more turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whether we're going up to secondary four,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it lies in the hands of God, and the teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was really happy for the first three papers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i scored really well in my humanities, chinese and english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then, after recess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;many of us just got banged by the fact that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the more deadly papers were just coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i failed my maths, science and poa, really badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really really badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;couldn't control i guess, all this shits that had been happening this few days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;family and stuff. i guess, tears, just couldn't get a hold of themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm not even sure if i can make it to secondary four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i can , i would love too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will, i believe God would permit this wish of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and if he doesn't, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't know what to say anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after all the hard work i've put in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's all shit that i get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i'd rather not study at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at least i didn't fail so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's just totally not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't know if i should give the papers back to my brother today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe i'll give it to him when the report card comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when it doesn't . i'll just say bro, do anything you deem fit to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;afterall, i'm dead meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm just gona enjoy this whole week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;until reality steps in, and i get the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;had step on today, it was okay afterall. sort of bonded together i guess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yes. personal grooming course tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't know if it's gona be fun or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh well, just gona accept the shit they're saying, and let it go out of the ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if it isn't fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or maybe 3 love would really give them a really hard time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols, afterall, 3 love is the most "unmotivated" class to many teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all of us know that by fact, we already are together in this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and, whether even the most hated ones are still in the class next year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sure. we would love every single one of us to go to three love next year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it would be uncomplete without anyone of you people:D&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;kill me. then i'll die without facing to the shit i'm gona get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll be much happier by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes, you make me feel that you and jagger are the only ones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that i'm living for anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you boy&lt;33s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116099204399078161?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116099204399078161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116099204399078161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116099204399078161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116099204399078161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116090802690737067</id><published>2006-10-15T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T03:30:14.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm really unhappy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i got ranted by my brother until i almost cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and my mum isn't making things better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like please, she freaking biased just because my brother's the guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i get shit just because i'm the freaking girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how fair is that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just made one comment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mum, why did you buy mutton soup? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't drink such stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then she ranted at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at you please shut up, it isn't for you to drink anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH. so i get struck in my head and realise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh. so all the things i've done, all the good things don't come to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wow. thanks mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then she uses a perfect nicey nicey tone and says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;would you please help me paint my nails,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH NO. i got no red packets to put money in for my friend's wedding dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so? is it any of my fucking business? NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i got treated like a slave, she ask me to search the whole freaking house, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and made me borrow from the neighbour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOMEONE WHOM I TOTALLY DONT KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why couldn't she go and ask for it herself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why couldn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH THANKS HUH, you rather sacrificed me for your bloody face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i tried to be the perfect daughter, i stay at home when asked to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no i mean shouted too, i do housework until my hand peels, and nobody cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i write cheques, and whatever bullshit that has no relations to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i try and try. and this is the shit i get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad temper? rant at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;need my help? say nicely to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THINK I'M A SLAVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh nono. i'm sorry. i'm not gona be nicey girl at home anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as if i can . i'll get kicked out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KICKED OUT. fine, anyway. let's see how you as a mother do things without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm seriously not afraid at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can go back to my dad, no sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK ALL THIS BULLSHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't even know what i'm doing anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;save me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;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/35482077-116090802690737067?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116090802690737067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116090802690737067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116090802690737067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116090802690737067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-really-unhappy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116061731026712230</id><published>2006-10-11T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:53:49.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;couldn't blog for this few days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;been very busy. and yes people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after all this hard work, and stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exams are finally over, now we can go and do anything we want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;without our parents saying anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i had real good fun yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amy and shann dear came to my house yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cooked them lunch and made them coffee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and they even helped to clear the table! thank you sweeties(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and we were playing, laughing, rolling all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and taking silly pictures, with all sorts of poses(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was FUN FUN FUN!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you two huh, must stay over someday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i bet we'll drive my brother and mum crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and nope, jagger did not bite amy at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amy patted jagger and jagger didn't bite her.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, got to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take care people(: &lt;33s&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 just simply given up on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm not gona do anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll just continue waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;like a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate you, bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116061731026712230?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116061731026712230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116061731026712230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116061731026712230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116061731026712230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/10/couldnt-blog-for-this-few-days-been.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-116019550232277316</id><published>2006-10-06T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:31:42.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO:D&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'm so gona flung the physics paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i couldn't even really do most of the questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am so so dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, yesterday was mooncake festival,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't usually commemorate such festivals, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it was really pretty and beautiful last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kids, were holding onto all different sorts of lanterns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pikachu, batman, doremon, and some funny looking characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some just made shapes with flames on it using candles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the moon, the stars and heart shapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kids lit up fire sparkles, with the sounds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with red, blue, green flames and stuck them on the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;making it all seem like a ground display of fireworks ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was my most beautiful night yesterday and even though it was a pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i couldn't do the same, but i was really happy just to walk with jagger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;through the candles, it was just so great! i had a great night last night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and everything stopped at 12 am. the candles were blown off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the noise died down. what a waste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, did you people realise the haze fogging the whole area,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm feeling so sick due to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my nose keeps running, and i can't breathe properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's even worse this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh man, i wished the rain could come to disseminate the haze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i know many people, are really stressed out for the exams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm one of them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but just keep this in mind people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;until wednesday, just 4 more days of intense studying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some on tuesday, those who don't take the pure humans and poa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just persevere on for a while, and we can all enjoy with a peace of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the days would go pass real fast, just perservere(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then we can all play without our parents saying a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just make sure all of us get into secondary four! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and to avoid falling sick, drink lots of water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sleep early, eat healthly and look and feel the best for your exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only then can you feel the concentration on your papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so last but not least, best of luck for your remaining papers!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TATA(:&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 don't want the days to end so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause if it does, the holidays would come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i wouldn't be able to see you for a long long time):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116019550232277316?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116019550232277316/comments/default' 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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-35482077.post-116003530296752329</id><published>2006-10-05T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:10:34.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;woke up late to school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes, i got detention, but the security guard was really cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: uncle, uh. detention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;security guard: oh, okay, can you see your name on the book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me:uh, no no. eh, yes yes. chua hui qin. the number 3 there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: i thought elizabeth would be listed there, sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;security guard: this one ah, okay nevermind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: huh? so where do i go now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;security guard: oh, you can go anywhere! sit in the canteen or walk around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stay for 30 minutes and you can go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: huh? like that only? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;security guard: ya ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so, i didn't really get detention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chinese was okay today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just that i didn't really have much time to do my comprehension,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;physics tomorrow, and yes. it means i'm dead tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went subway today, and it totally ruin the expectation i had for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rude service, shitty attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yes, i admit, i didn't have enough sleep. so it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why i probably acted like some dumb ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm so blur today, i almost fell two times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;got seen like a dumb dumb, and kept dozing off during chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alright, got to go TATA people(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My small little love dedication to 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;my dear boy, would you have ever known how much i love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me act like a crazy fool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me happy then do sth that really upsets me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me all sensitive about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me act as if i don't give a damn about you. when i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me think about you each and every day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me all so happy when i see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me feel like telling you how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me feel like talking to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me feel paranoid when i see you in her msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me feel all flustered and worried again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me afraid that i'll lose you someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me think what would happen if you loved another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me think how much you really love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me think what if you never loved me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you made me think why did you stare and gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when you never even talked to me in the first place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me feel why must i talk to you first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when you're the guy not the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me feel like making you jealous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause i love it when i see you mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me feel angry with my self when i do that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause you would do it back to me just the same way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me wonder, where you are, what you're doing, and who you're with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even though i know it's not my business to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me feel like saying, why can't you just tell me how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me feel what if you never loved me, but you love my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me think how much hurt i would go through when it happens this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me feel like walking up to you and say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEY. you make me feel just this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there are still many things that you make me feel in what way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll never be able to type down everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause i'll never end it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 months, and i'm still loving you, and it'll keep going that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ehh, sounds like a poem though(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yes i forgot, mag dreamt of sth really ridiculous yesterday-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-116003530296752329?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/116003530296752329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=116003530296752329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116003530296752329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/116003530296752329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/10/woke-up-late-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-115995293444873743</id><published>2006-10-04T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T03:58:19.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that girl, crazy -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm at Shann's house now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yes. i've changed my url address, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i decided i needed some privacy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hope he doesn't find out bout this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maths and geog today, and yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope i pass the both of them./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause my answers in math seem to be similar to Kylie's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forget it, each time i think i'll pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll end up failing very badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i'll just shut up about this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah, and i'm fcuking stressed now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess everyone is. what if i don't make it to secondary4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;slogging like crazy this few days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guess it's the only time i seriously studied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't be shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i haven't been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; since seconday 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God has been giving me alot of chances,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and this time, i need to show him i can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ooooh. yes, geog was ooooookay too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just that i didn't really have time to check my answer luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/412/3949/1600/IMG058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/412/3949/200/IMG058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the four prisoners(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oookay, this is just for laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you people still find it funny la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wasn't able to use the computer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause i got banned from it. poofs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;life just seems to be going well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;admist of all this exams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just wana drop dead sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm still very bothered by some things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but nobody ever understands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it doesn't mean i'm consistenly, hyper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and smiling all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i'm still human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;somethings, just bother me alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just can't tell anyone how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel so stuffed up kind-of-thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ever felt this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sighs,&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;sometimes i just doubt how much you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're so unpredictable):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/412/3949/1600/IMG107.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-115995293444873743?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/115995293444873743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=115995293444873743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/115995293444873743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/115995293444873743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/10/that-girl-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35482077.post-115995121114861527</id><published>2006-10-04T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:40:11.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shann: Hello! This is made by Shann Lee. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yesyesyes, Shann tha great. wahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;made w looooooooooooooooove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay liz, let's go get some ice cream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&amp; go to tha beach right after the eoy is over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we arrange a party okay? then bring vodkaaaaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and dang it, my vodka in the locker went missing. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*furious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okayokay, byebye! back to the owner. tata! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482077-115995121114861527?l=inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/feeds/115995121114861527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482077&amp;postID=115995121114861527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/115995121114861527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482077/posts/default/115995121114861527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconspicuous-love.blogspot.com/2006/10/shann-hello-this-is-made-by-shann-lee.html' title=''/><author><name>hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861660993646196453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
