<?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-17791038</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:32:23.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two miles down</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113958247005122856</id><published>2006-02-10T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:41:10.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm gonna make somebody love me</title><content type='html'>10 best excuses when you get caught falling asleep on your desk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "They told me at the blood bank this might happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "This is just a 15 minute power-nap like they raved about inthat time management course you sent me to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Whew! Guess I left the top off the White-Out. You probablygot here just in time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "I wasn't sleeping! I was meditating on the mission statementand envisioning a new paradigm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "I was testing my keyboard for drool resistance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "I was doing a highly specific Yoga exercise to relievework-related stress. Are you discriminatory toward people whopractice Yoga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Why did you interrupt me? I had almost figured out asolution to our biggest problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "The coffee machine is broken..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Someone must've put decaf in the wrong pot..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 best thing to say if you get caught sleeping at yourdesk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. " ... in Jesus' name. Amen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113958247005122856?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113958247005122856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113958247005122856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113958247005122856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113958247005122856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-gonna-make-somebody-love-me_10.html' title='i&apos;m gonna make somebody love me'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113914743195883467</id><published>2006-02-05T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:50:31.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>yuli/jiaen: haha. i didnt say i wasnt on the team i said it isnt about the team stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-17791038.post-113897544495222262</id><published>2006-02-03T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T22:12:32.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im gonna make somebody love me</title><content type='html'>you know&lt;br /&gt;theres always so much going on in my life&lt;br /&gt;thats so interesting&lt;br /&gt;and there so much to blog about&lt;br /&gt;i cant blog at all.&lt;br /&gt;ha.ha.ha.&lt;br /&gt;plus im too tried from softball i cant type..or talk..or do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a great day&lt;br /&gt;people were great&lt;br /&gt;softball was great&lt;br /&gt;until i found out.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;it isnt about the team stuff anyway&lt;br /&gt;nothing can be more depressing than finding out im not in the team haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wimbledon's tmr at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;too bad i wont be in&lt;div 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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-17791038.post-113871541690749140</id><published>2006-01-31T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:50:16.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and everyday's the worst day ev er</title><content type='html'>went to zhimin's house for mahjong today where she won nearly all the games in a row -.-&lt;br /&gt;it was fun until that. haha. but anyway i didnt lose money so only steph and vany had to pay her.&lt;br /&gt;and then uh went to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;vany's sister and two boy cousins were there&lt;br /&gt;extremely annoying because they followed us everywhere and bugged us&lt;br /&gt;everyone got so angry at them&lt;br /&gt;they especially picked on me because when one of the boy cousins took vany's worksheet and came to help vany take it away because they were crumpling it and folding it and she has to pass it up. so i tried to get it away and they dont know when to stop you know? so when they were going to tear her worksheet i got so angry and scolded them and took the boy's cap and threw it away. but vany finally got it back anyway&lt;br /&gt;so then they didnt like me and they kept shooting the bubble tea bubbles at me and vany and the rest but esp at me i guess. then after that they took vany's worksheet again. THEN after that they were kicking these stones right while we were walking along the mall and stuff and then people kept staring at us because they were kicking the stones in front. so i picked up the stone when they kicked it right at me and i threw it in the dustbin and they got mad i guess. well i was mad too. and so you know the little brown balls inside plant pots? they took a bunch of them and threw them at me while i was walking in front. yeah. i ignored them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you might think thats the end of it buttttt. in taka they started irritaing others and i really got pissed so when vany's sister was in front of me and stepped on her shoe and she couldnt walk. then she kicked me and kicked steph too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THEN. in art friends since they hated me so much they decided to use the spray can and sprayed it on my hair. i sort of ignored them and talked and laughed and stuff like i didnt care and then they sprayed it on my jacket and i got really angry so zhimin and steph and i went to talk to the person behind then counter and the three of them ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we thought good they wont come back but they did and they were trying to spray me again whem zhimin got so pissed and scolded them haha. and then we managed to go to the other section of art friends without them noticing us and escaped through the other exit ha.ha.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeelll. fff heh i know i really shouldnt have done all those stuff but i guess i couldnt control my anger so well. the only thing that kept be from kicking them and screaming was to spare the other people in the mall. everyone was so pissed lah haha. vany's sister and her cousins really dont know when to stop and thats amazing.. they're just wasting their life away you know? sec 1 and still so..i dont know. luckily, vany's not so bad haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt sposed to post all that but when i mentioned them i got so angry i couldnt stop. heh. anyway, no more posting for at least a week or two or three or four. okay. ta&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why do i keep torturing myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when i know the truth but everytime i try to instill it in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i go crazy a little more&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/17791038-113871541690749140?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113871541690749140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>after my last two updates and this update, it should make up for my not updating..and for not updating the next few weeks. i must be a nerd and study..and get my site up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: thx :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia&lt;/strong&gt;: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emelyn&lt;/strong&gt;: plied at your blog ages ago haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vanna&lt;/strong&gt;: plied at your blog ages ago too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ning: &lt;/strong&gt;it is french :D hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia: &lt;/strong&gt;plied at your blog ages ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli:&lt;/strong&gt; doubleyawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nuchh:&lt;/strong&gt; i saw you too :D its okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vany: &lt;/strong&gt;yeah you need to put a leash on your sister or something haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aloe:&lt;/strong&gt; wow aloe. hahaha. i am honored that's surprising. whats guomen ne :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli: &lt;/strong&gt;hahaha whats that crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee: &lt;/strong&gt;i put parts of the song that i want to put but you just paste the whole stupid song there haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carolyn: &lt;/strong&gt;noo im sposed to thank you. but at least its even now heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sulin:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah you came the wrong day and time haha. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli: &lt;/strong&gt;aww haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adele: &lt;/strong&gt;i'm a busy woman you know. or a busy mouse. whatever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vany:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah glad you realised haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyan: &lt;/strong&gt;you too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ning: &lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli: &lt;/strong&gt;a little too late right haha i watched it alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vanna: &lt;/strong&gt;nooo. if you're gonna get it tell me or get for me okay haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nur:&lt;/strong&gt; oh okay i see :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joyce: &lt;/strong&gt;haha yeah june has abandoned us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vany: &lt;/strong&gt;whatever vany haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway chinese new year was pretty boring. haha. as usual :x and my mom's family is in hongkong so yes. i cant blog like myself today like my tag replies were so..not me. and this post also since when do i use dots haha. maybe i just havent posted properly for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise every car ride my family has we're always debating. about stupid stuff -.- so yesterday we were arguing about my sister's teeth that has fallen out but hasnt been replaced by new teeth for three months. and the fact that her teeth arent exactly prefect. then on another car ride we were arguing about what would become of my parents when we abandon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said when i go overseas and get married or something i'll buy a house for my parents near my house so they wont have to retire in singapore (no offence but who wants to retire in singapore? no fresh air, nothing to do and you end up listening to children singing in the old folks home). and they said i wouldnt have enough money, but i think i can afford to spend money on two houses on my family you know? and if i dont happen to have enough i can always use my husband's money or something. or i can use my parents own money i mean why should i pay for it actually. i'll just do the deals for them and stuff. so we'll all live happily ever after in a nice open fresh air area and my mom can do gardening and look after my babies. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they said they'll still have hannah and i said who would marry her with her decaying teeth and bad breath. unless her husband has decaying teeth and bad breath then they can all decay together. that was a bit mean of me actually but i was in a mean mood cause they didnt think i'd have enough money. and so i won the arguement. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that bit was quite irrelevant really why did i post it. anyway later when we were all subdued after the arguement because i won (ha.ha.) i saw the sunset and it was beau i havent watched the sun set for ages. well the set was ordinary but the sun was all red and fiery and there were these perfect horizontal red shadings across it like a painting or a coloring. and as all sunsets and freaky lightning storms do, they leave me feeling all mystified and sad and unsatisfied because there are so many beautiful and amazing things in the world's nature but no one treasures them and they just go like the sun sets and there isnt another sunset exactly like it, and its gone forever; and i dont understand the amazing things and i cant get enough of them. now i get why erica likes watching the sunset haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway legally blond two is so touching i love it :D. give me funny touching inspirational movies over horror gory moveis such as houseofwax any day :D. i cried thrice heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope we can really go to zhimin's house tmr to play mahjong. you have to love mahjong &lt;3 haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113859117074068122?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113859117074068122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113859117074068122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113859117074068122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113859117074068122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2006/01/slaving-away.html' title='slaving away'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113851895747902872</id><published>2006-01-29T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:15:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it's all sa id ad done</title><content type='html'>house of wax is so freaky. haha. i've never dared to watch freaky shows before, except maybe a few of the considered less freaky ones and they werent that bad but house of wax was so ..gory. haha. and then my family all went to take a nap and im all alone in the study room and i keep looking back to see the freaky guy coming to cut me up shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. i think i shall go see my family now ha.ha.ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-17791038.post-113845976418151998</id><published>2006-01-28T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T22:49:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i'll be love's suici d  e</title><content type='html'>mm i shall blog properly su.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should actually reply tags but ughh. oh yeah i replied most at their blogs already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant blooggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so much stuff going on in my life&lt;br /&gt;how can i blog about all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus im too lazy. you know when i get my site up finally maybe i'll just update a month or something and just leave stuff for visitors. not that anyone would want my stuff. maybe i'll just leave my site for poems hahaha. i wouldnt mind but then the site would be deserted of any visitors ha.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school been quite fun i laughed so much harder and more in 3 weeks than in the rest of my life heh. well maybe not, but yes. although this week was so stressfull and stuff i still had alot of fun. heh. still got to love 2e though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen joyce and fang and su but i havent seen june at all heh. tsk june. have you forgotten all about mgs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113845976418151998?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113845976418151998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113845976418151998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113845976418151998'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;februarystreet&lt;br /&gt;augustmagazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but zhimin said it was too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;middayhavoc&lt;/strong&gt; {iloveit.if i dont choose it nobody in the world can use it (yes im very selfish mwaha)}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blithe &lt;/strong&gt;{i dont think it's fat zhimin}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rapture&lt;/strong&gt; {zhimin}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bonheur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;facade&lt;/strong&gt; {zhimin}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;downfall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amidst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leagues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strayed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113732978579301484?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113725131456692120</id><published>2006-01-14T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:47:56.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i fall in broken stitches through the starry quit of night; who can save me?</title><content type='html'>i realise that in ocean eleven brad pitt's always eating&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;haha he's always eating something.&lt;br /&gt;i think one of the funniest parts is when matt damon and the other guy had this little titch about something and get into the lift all angry and brad pitt's in there eating ice cream and he stands in front with both of them behind and matt damon's looking all flustered and angry and brad pitt's facing the lift door and he goes hows the mission thing going and both of them dont reply and brad pitt eats his icecream and stares at the lift door. hahahah i guess you have to watch to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during history class zhimin ifra and i were searching our birthdays and i have the same birthday as karl marx haha isnt that cool. and napoleon i died on my birthday :D. and on may 5th the planets in the solar system align. and on zhimin's birthday jean calment, the person who lives for 122 years and 164 days, the longest record, was born. cool :D. ifra is so stupidly amusing :DD she makes me die deude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually have work to do but i dont feel. so i shall do the quiz :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN weird facts about you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; whenever i enter a shop i get all panicky/nervous/excited and need to pee really badly but when i start walking out of the shop i relax and become less tense. i dont know why but its pretty annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; i dont know whether i have confidence or not. its so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; i have to do things the way i feel. like i know this is the better and easier and smarter way but if that moment i feel like doing it that way will ruin my whole day (like putting my right shoe on before my left) then i'll go along with it, even if its really trivial and silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; i think i can see people's emotions that they arent showing but i'd rather not because i'd be all confused, because why do they have to act that way?, and i cant tell them because well its too direct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; i always feel like people are looking at me weirdly then i have to keep wiping my face to check i dont have any boogers hanging out of my nose or something. i guess its self consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; i dont know why im telling you all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; my mom makes us eat alot, and sometimes i worry that i actually look skinny but since im eating really big meal portions one day all my fat will come out andi'll be ultra fat and have to go for the biggest loser. is that possible? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN things that make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; god showing his care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; when the whole earth falls to their knees and believe in christ. i'll be so amazed i'll fall prostrate and wont be able to talk or anything for a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; a true friend i can tell everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; its my choice to smile really. nothing actually &lt;em&gt;makes&lt;/em&gt; you smile, you choose to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; 2e :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; softball :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; thinking about funny stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN ways to win my heart:&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. a christian, like adele said haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; love me for me :DD hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; be sarcastic. i love sarcasm. sarcasm that makes me laugh :DD haha. i laugh easily so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; be silly and crazy and wacky and amusing so i can do crazy stuff with you like put a condom into someone's spaghetti or something. so far i think i can only do those with pri school friends but i dont know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; be someone i can confide in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; haha i dont deny that i go for looks too. heh. but if you're REALLY sweet and friendly and anything, maybe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; dont dump me if i find out i cant give birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN things I believe in:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; i dont &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;i have lesbian tendencies. :D haha. maybe a little sometimes i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; you dont know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN things I'm afraid of :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; that i'm actually a phony person and i dont believe in god and theres something inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; that my burn will become a permanent large big ugly scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; the fat thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; that i might become impotent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; any close relative's/friend's death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; that i might be lonely (i am so lonelyyy) for the rest of my pathetic life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; that i might get a diesease and be in pain; or growing old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN things I do everyday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; slap my alarm clock so that it goes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;wake up and die because of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; revive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN people I want to see right now:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; 2e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; 6a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. softballers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; brad pitt so i can examine him. i dont really like him any more but i feel like i would like to examine him and ask him questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; angelina jolie so i can ask her why her lips are so thick and why she looks so old and eeky like a fish but everyone loves her and finds her beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; chicken little so i can break his nerdy legs so he wont be able to dance and be so irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; magsim so i can twist her collar at her neck and lift her up and ask her why the hell she gave us homework on stuff she didnt even teach us until she squeaks for mercy and i break her glasses and change the theme of the backboard to cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN people who should also do this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; whoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; me :D mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye&lt;div 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me?'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113698514445571040</id><published>2006-01-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:12:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stolens o u l</title><content type='html'>when the doctor told me i'll have a scar&lt;br /&gt;i nearly cried&lt;br /&gt;then at the end he told me wont have scar la dont worry!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;isnt that really contradictive&lt;br /&gt;so which do i believe.&lt;br /&gt;anyway he's pretty nice&lt;br /&gt;i mean, he said i had a high threshold didnt he :DD&lt;br /&gt;haha sorry&lt;br /&gt;anyway i dont believe that&lt;br /&gt;that i have a high threshold i mean&lt;br /&gt;it might have been 2nd degree but it isnt the i-want-to-kill-myself-its-so-pain kind of pain i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope zhimin and stephanie are alright cos they didnt go to school.&lt;br /&gt;ifra didnt but i dont know if she's ahem sick &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a mc for p.e :D&lt;br /&gt;but i want to play badminton, just dont know if it'll be pain.&lt;br /&gt;the doctor wont have to know.&lt;br /&gt;and besides im going for trng on sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever told me toothpaste was good for burns (a.k.a my borther and yuli) , the doctor said itll make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;and i did put toothpaste thanks to my brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113698514445571040?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113698514445571040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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happy you know, because i come bearing bad news: sarah's been burned. now if it was me i'd be yelling in pain and frustration with my so called suay-ness but sarah's good natured and all, so she's all good with it. she's burned ): apparently her mom spilled hot soup over her.. so.. she can't update. and i think she and i are quite confirmed out of action for the next training. well she is, i'm not sure about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEAL YOUR BURN SOON SARAH TAN YOU'RE ALREADY MISSED ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aiyah. okay off i go yes?. this was su by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113672463092083175?l=twomilesdown-.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-17791038.post-113671587028266729</id><published>2006-01-08T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T18:24:30.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to run away but im running back to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ning&lt;/strong&gt;: thx :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zhimin:&lt;/strong&gt; hah no the rain stopped. we could have gone afterall! haha. tsk go learn your flats. i couldnt play my scales! aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli:&lt;/strong&gt; haha. bio is fine. i fell asleep during physics mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli: &lt;/strong&gt;huh? i thought you have misstan! HEY! you mean we arent having lessons together?? );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vany: &lt;/strong&gt;));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kriss: &lt;/strong&gt;i know we're lucky :DD. when will your wound get better :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyan: &lt;/strong&gt;i know it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyan: &lt;/strong&gt;hahaha. okay soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone: &lt;/strong&gt;i dont know..and i dont really have much time. and my skins arent so great compared to others haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia:&lt;/strong&gt; what grammar! and since when did you become my english teacher you horrible twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli:&lt;/strong&gt; okay you know what i'll just send you the three 67 somethings i have haha. and the stripes is a brush like you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli: &lt;/strong&gt;you ass. haha. im like so jealous )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joyce: &lt;/strong&gt;hah cant do that anymore haha. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia: &lt;/strong&gt;hoofah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia: &lt;/strong&gt;you crazy spammer. im not replying to any of them ESP. the digging your own grave one which you dont even know what you meant -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli: &lt;/strong&gt;yeah i know. haha. i also thought of joyce hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adele: &lt;/strong&gt;yeah i miss elfie too! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aishah:&lt;/strong&gt; only in the hols (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;krissy no poo:&lt;/strong&gt;  hahahaha you clumsy thing. i bet if i saw that i would laugh like crazy haha. get well soon and watch your step hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bethany:&lt;/strong&gt; in the hols :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. hm. i dont feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my coaches may be moving to maplewoods. haha. cos ms peh was like : "sarah your house big anot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like : "huh no it's quite small" and made this um. face . hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they better not move in. but they have to see the flat anyway and if they think i said it was small to discourage them from moving in they mightnt let me be on the team and i will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is small anyway. i mean, if they have thousands of babies and stuff. actually, it can fit one baby. in fact it can fit two babies quite nicely. and maybe they wont have babies. whatever. they only way they can move in is to promise that i'll be on the team forever mwaha. otherwise i'll complain to the manager about them. mwahaha. oops. they dont read blogs do they. hah. shite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113671587028266729?l=twomilesdown-.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-17791038.post-113654983921044752</id><published>2006-01-06T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:17:19.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fierce sacrificial</title><content type='html'>hah.&lt;br /&gt;school was hilarious today.&lt;br /&gt;i nearly slept during chem.&lt;br /&gt;oh man&lt;br /&gt;need to stop sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i miss yuli and everybody );&lt;br /&gt;p.e is with 3h :DD&lt;br /&gt;and we're all choosing badminton&lt;br /&gt;so we'll be with all the 2e's in 3e and 3h. mwaha&lt;br /&gt;and i do not believe yuli is taller than zhimin ifra and i&lt;br /&gt;that's impossible&lt;br /&gt;i mean, maybe she's taller than me by a litte? like.0.5 like last time.&lt;br /&gt;but not this time. hm. :x sonya must have been looking down at yuli hahahah so thats why parallax error occured. okay. good.&lt;br /&gt;stayed back to 'eat' 'lunch' haha. jiaen and i could hardly eat much because huijun had to go home for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;huijun. is crazy&lt;br /&gt;and she was sort of high -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my right arm hurts. and my wrist. like whenever i move my wrist it hurts&lt;br /&gt;hope it gets better by tmr because i want to throw and bat during trng. whats the use of going to trng and just running and doing physical. the only good side is throwing and batting. huh. hm. i hope we get sec 1s tmr! how exciting. i can hardly wait to kill them&lt;br /&gt;and see my potential player! hah. i threw to a very potential player. but i dont know if she'll be there. cos we didnt have time to tell her she was good and to come tmr and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but she better sign up at least. i forgot what her name and what she looked like alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway theres so much hmw so i better go concentrate and do.&lt;br /&gt;i did this layout like each day half and hour or so so i didnt waste alot of studying time everyday. hm. okay i shall go do work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113654983921044752?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113654983921044752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113654983921044752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113654983921044752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113654983921044752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2006/01/fierce-sacrificial.html' title='fierce sacrificial'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113638307268475282</id><published>2006-01-04T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:57:52.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still feel you touch in my drea ms</title><content type='html'>huh.&lt;br /&gt;third day of school&lt;br /&gt;school is fine&lt;br /&gt;my class is generally okay i guess&lt;br /&gt;and i love,&lt;br /&gt;absolutely love&lt;br /&gt;that class is on the first floor :DD&lt;br /&gt;so now i can get to softball fast, canteen fast, everywhere fast :DD&lt;br /&gt;plus i can leave my stuff in the classroom when i go for softball&lt;br /&gt;plus all the classes are right next to each other&lt;br /&gt;except for jia's and elfeh's );&lt;br /&gt;plus i love english&lt;br /&gt;and the teacher is nice&lt;br /&gt;and i have nice people sitting around me.&lt;br /&gt;except for charlene wang&lt;br /&gt;-shudders&lt;br /&gt;mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113638307268475282?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113638307268475282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113638307268475282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113638307268475282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113638307268475282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-still-feel-you-touch-in-my-drea-ms.html' title='i still feel you touch in my drea ms'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113629548961548404</id><published>2006-01-03T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:38:09.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but ironically it gives you away</title><content type='html'>that post below was by tanjiayin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought i should let you know in case you werent sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want people thinking im some crazy lame person -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha jia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-17791038.post-113629241974605753</id><published>2006-01-03T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:46:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. look. i. shall revive this dead dead blog. and let you peeps have something to tag about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so it's not so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead enough anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall start. pretend i'm rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. was a horrible day. because i didn't give out any presents other than vany's. jia's gonna kill me. she will. i know. because she told me to give out the presents but i haven't given them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so sad because jia's not in my class. and her class is all the way upstairs and i've gotta climb up the stairs in order to see her. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna help su in cca registration for sec1s! buti don't wanna skip bio lab and physics lecture ): i'm so on man. cos i really wanna do well in sec3. yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. i shall end my post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113629241974605753?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113629241974605753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113629241974605753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113629241974605753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113629241974605753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113604892855473962</id><published>2006-01-01T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:08:52.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year resolution</title><content type='html'>1.grow in god&lt;br /&gt;2.serve&lt;br /&gt;3.dream&lt;br /&gt;4.acheive&lt;br /&gt;5.dont fail chinese next year&lt;br /&gt;6.dont fail anything&lt;br /&gt;7.get an A in chinese&lt;br /&gt;8.focus&lt;br /&gt;9.like myself rather than be liked&lt;br /&gt;10.fulfill&lt;br /&gt;11.finish&lt;br /&gt;12.dont grow too tall&lt;br /&gt;13.dont grow too fat&lt;br /&gt;14.do veryvery well in softball&lt;br /&gt;15.get into the team&lt;br /&gt;16.switch schools if i dont&lt;br /&gt;17.train hard&lt;br /&gt;18.dont kill anyone&lt;br /&gt;19.dont die&lt;br /&gt;20.save money&lt;br /&gt;21.make money&lt;br /&gt;22.concentrate&lt;br /&gt;23.treasure&lt;br /&gt;24.dont kill zhimin if i get sick of sitting next to her&lt;br /&gt;25.be less shy&lt;br /&gt;26.get more than 100 in ultimate bullseye&lt;br /&gt;27.find a way to ban abortion&lt;br /&gt;28.suggest having a school newspaper so that journalism can be a cca&lt;br /&gt;29.suggest nice dates for the cca&lt;br /&gt;30.fix my lights&lt;br /&gt;31.fix my speaker&lt;br /&gt;32.fix my printer&lt;br /&gt;33.get guts to ask my dad to fix it&lt;br /&gt;34.choose a nice curtain&lt;br /&gt;35.change&lt;br /&gt;36.grow&lt;br /&gt;37.be nice and friendly and a leader as a friend&lt;br /&gt;38.be mean and sadistic when i have to&lt;br /&gt;39.dont eat too much chocolate&lt;br /&gt;40.read more chinese newspapers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-17791038.post-113592870240963666</id><published>2005-12-30T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:50:46.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seconds later</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;seconds later : leyla adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;flint knives&lt;br /&gt;swords&lt;br /&gt;bows and aroows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;guns - fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the world we live in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;trying to keep it alive-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;yet destroying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;again - and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;grief and anguish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;all that we suffer -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the cause of our own malicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;struggling to fill a hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;where we thirst for real happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;yet thirst for pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;where is the trut? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;to this meaningless maze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it is hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;tumbling blindly; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;dazzled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;were striding in so boldly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;seconds earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;yet doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ugh whats with me and world poems im becoming like leekuangyew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jokingly of course :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;important people like prime ministers dont flip through five thousand blogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113592870240963666?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113592870240963666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113592870240963666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113592870240963666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113592870240963666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/12/seconds-later.html' title='seconds later'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113577821894909776</id><published>2005-12-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:56:58.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flinging thunderbolts around</title><content type='html'>my stupid cold wont go away and it's making me feel all hot and cold and irritated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sentosa nearly the whole day with cell and i thougth the sea would like uh i dont know. cure it :D haha. but it didnt. and i saw zhimin. who screamed when she saw me. as usual. haha. i bet she made my cold worse. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. okay.&lt;br /&gt;tchauu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-17791038.post-113569616947640600</id><published>2005-12-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:24:26.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this pain is just too real</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today by Sami Schalk, age 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What if today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We all went blind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would we still know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black from white? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What if today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We all went blind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would our nations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Continue to fight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What if today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We all went blind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would we know one race, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What if today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We all went blind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would you mistake me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For your brother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And if today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We all went blind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The world becoming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An unknown place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would you be able, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To trust me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Without seeing the color, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of my face? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We all went blind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today would be the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When we would all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hate ourselves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For what we thought, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But did not say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black and White by Unknown Author&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A black man talks to a white man:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When I was born I was black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When I grew up I was black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When I'm sick I'm black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When I go in the sun I'm black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When I'm cold I'm black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When I die I'll be black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When you're born you're pink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When you grow up you're white,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When you're sick, you're green,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When you go in the sun you turn red,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When you're cold you turn blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and when you die you turn purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And you have the nerve to call me colored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;treasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;my future&lt;br /&gt;my dream&lt;br /&gt;collasped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;the world ended?&lt;br /&gt;bombs -&lt;br /&gt;and everything destructive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;everything ends&lt;br /&gt;everything that began&lt;br /&gt;so long&lt;br /&gt;ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We are all united-as one&lt;br /&gt;One mass of destruction&lt;br /&gt;And loss&lt;br /&gt;- everything I ever lived for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if-today&lt;br /&gt;I didnt treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113569616947640600?l=twomilesdown-.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-17791038.post-113567046374148382</id><published>2005-12-27T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T16:01:04.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a story about something that happened</title><content type='html'>mwaha. from now on, my title will be a story untill my brother takes the book back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. since i dont feel like blogging about my life and how pathetically sick i am and how i used up my tuition teacher's whole tissue box i shall put quizzes heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're yellow, the color of joy and energy — two things you definitely bring to everyone around you. It's hard for anyone to be sad or lonely in your presence; your sunny disposition and cheery outlook just won't allow it. The warmth of your personality shines through in the kindness you show friends and family (and strangers, too). Always ready with a lighthearted joke or heartfelt compliment, you know how to make people feel good about themselves, so they can't get enough of you. Yellow is a warm and inviting color for a warm and inviting person — you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, based on your responses, your top career area is &lt;strong&gt;Writing&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Journalism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/jobinterests/payment.jsp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers in this field often demand that you possess exceptional verbal and written communication skills. You have a natural talent for articulating a message in a way that resonates with other people. Writers and Journalists not only understand and appreciate the power of the written word, but are able to harness that power and use it in their own unique way. Most likely, you enjoy sharing your opinion and perspective with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was telling jia, this quiz is so good hahha. cos at this relative lunch at christmas i was talking to this woman about career and stuff and i decided i might want to be a journalist cos i like writing casual articles and stuff and get to meet people :D. it seems really fun. and maybe write short stories or poems. but you dont get much money do you. unless you're really good, like cameron williams in left behind. anyway, this quiz is really good. it even gives you a career interest report when they tell you your result, like the 4 careers best suited to your interests and advice on breaking in to a new profession and non-traditional careers you shouldn't overlook and stuff. haha. im just copying from the thing. anyway, its good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. i just realised you have to PAY for the report. how horrible is that. its not a good quiz anyway. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/jobinterests/?test=jobinterestsogt"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/jobinterests/?test=jobinterestsogt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113567046374148382?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113567046374148382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113567046374148382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113567046374148382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113567046374148382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-story-about-something-that.html' title='this is a story about something that happened'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113557459202396183</id><published>2005-12-26T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T13:23:12.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rolling with the dice</title><content type='html'>nooooooo i dont want to stay at home for the tea thing todaaayyyeeeee save me.   &lt;br /&gt;nobody's free so i cant escape it.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go down to the gym .&lt;br /&gt;but it'll be so sad and lonely and i dont really feel like working out alone. no fun. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113557459202396183?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113557459202396183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113557459202396183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113557459202396183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113557459202396183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/12/rolling-with-dice.html' title='rolling with the dice'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113534742552456718</id><published>2005-12-23T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T22:17:05.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gets me through the night</title><content type='html'>i dont really want to blog&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why i sorta kept this blog up is cos i was scared that we might lose contact next year.. and i still am. but ugh. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;i got offered to be hosted, but im not so sure. can i keep a site up? work on it? make layouts? have regular updates? i'm not sure. and i dont think im very excited about it. maybe next year i want to concentrate on my studies and softball. and i guess i can still talk to friends online and stuff but i guess i might lose blogskinfriends and other people. which is sad.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway yeah. i dont know. maybe i'll try out a site. and maybe i'll abandon it. hah. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be at the softball party now but my mom came at 9.15 (at night) to pick me up and i didnt even call them. it was kind of irritating i guess because i didnt get to pass them their presents or get mine haha and i left alot of stuff there cos suyee's maid was like hurry up hurry up your mom is here! and i was like dropping stuff all over. but i guess its okay cos i was there since 3+, but i wanted to see what happened in cheaper than the dozen, you know? rr/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phuket was nice. well i really dont feel like updating. i dont feel like staying at home and i'll be pretty busy this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'plies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tingshan: yeah i am. poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emelyn: haha. what yuli said. thanks:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: yeah thats it. the plan i mean. anyway they didnt say anything about the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: sorry but i didnt see any, its was just clothes, bags, and sovniers. and we didnt really go shopping :x sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jhit: at blogskins. my user is : helpwhatiswrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kriss: haha dont crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c=: huh haha. im normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: i would love to -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tingshan: sure, soon when im not lazy haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glynis: yeah it does huh. ohwell haha. sometimes its nice to be sad. i dont know what im talking about :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: huh. not interested :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: assss my mom came early so i couldnt give the presents! and they had to name! how? and the underwear isnt wrapped! so nobody will know what an underwear is doing in the plastic bag? SSHHHIITEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawnae: haha really thats cool. she &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; look thai. haha. no they didnt tell us haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: maybe she just stayed in burma..well her grandmother's burmese. haha. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c=: who are you? haha. im not cool :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: doesnt matter you know alr haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karyan: KARKAR. huh. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: yes. but not at the time you tagged. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june: merry xmas also :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhimin: im heree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karyan: merry xmas to you also :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am nooot in a good mood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113534742552456718?l=twomilesdown-.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-17791038.post-113499587896659548</id><published>2005-12-19T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:50:21.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're still in my dreams and so tonight its just y o u and m e</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A hundred days have made me older&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time that I saw your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;A thousand laughs have made me colder&lt;br /&gt;And I dont think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles just separate&lt;br /&gt;They disappear now when Im dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Im here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight&lt;br /&gt;Its only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rolling&lt;br /&gt;As the people leave their way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this life is overrated&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that it gets better as we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Im here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;Your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl&lt;br /&gt;Its only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know&lt;br /&gt;And anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls&lt;br /&gt;When its all said and done&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Im here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl&lt;br /&gt;It's only you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song makes me so sad and it makes me cry but i cant help listening to it over :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby And I dream about you all the timeI’m here without you baby But your still with me in my dreamsAnd tonight It’s only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see thailand phillipines and mlysia got flooded. and japan getting freezed. i hope people i know in mlysia and thailand and japan are okay. of course, i hope people i dont know are okay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for phuket tmr :D i hope it wasnt one of the places that got flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight girl, its only you and mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like updating. havent been online for some time huh. well cherioss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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early and give it to ms peh when she announces that she is going to tell us who's on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plan B:&lt;/strong&gt; my toilet and binoculars plan. except that i dont exactly have a binoculars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plan C:&lt;/strong&gt; i work on concsience:D. when ms peh announces that she is going to tell who's in the team, i suddenly go i have to go to the toilet! and if im on the team, ms peh will say no wait go later very fast one and not let me go. but if im not on the team she'll let me go to spare me. i mean, everyone has a concsience right? usually. if she lets me go im going to stay in the toilet forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plan D:&lt;/strong&gt; listen to the results and cry and get my mom to switch me to an overseas boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think plan c is the best because i know that i can try that out :D&lt;br /&gt;next is plan D i guess because i dont have a binoculars, and my mom wont write the letter.&lt;br /&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;-diez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have no idea what i am going on about its okay because i havent said. hah. its okay. i can handle pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring it on, coaches. sob);&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113473275116834259?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113473275116834259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113473275116834259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113473275116834259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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christmas</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replies to tags 'fore its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: i put it up! hahaahaahaha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vany&lt;/strong&gt;: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strwberry&lt;/strong&gt;: oo i like that poem. how about..uh. clari clari strawberry when it rains put on your welly :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli&lt;/strong&gt;: -blushblush :D hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tingshan&lt;/strong&gt;: yeah right (X thks anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passer-by&lt;/strong&gt;: are you being sarcastic! ohwell. im not, not really anyway im just normal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kriss&lt;/strong&gt;: no im not! haha. you supa dupa person. i shall just call you supakriss yeah :D. why arentyou replying on msn! haha. i bet you're eating dinner. or doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vany&lt;/strong&gt;: ASSS! haha. and dont say hole yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia&lt;/strong&gt;: if i mentioned you...the whole poem would fall apart :DD haha. im joking,..must i mention everybody huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia&lt;/strong&gt;: IT IS NOT CONTRADICOTRY. bah. if you do decide to chew with your mouth open I WILL KILL YOU. yes. but even if you dont i'll kill you anyway HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prunella&lt;/strong&gt;: thks((: i love yoursss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done. umhum. okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113438876540980147?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113438876540980147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>hey if everyone is special,&lt;br /&gt;then everyone is ordinary&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113438700103190449?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113438700103190449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113438700103190449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113438700103190449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113438700103190449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-ill-be-so-blue-without-you.html' title='and i&apos;ll be so b.l.u.e without you'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113430610537883794</id><published>2005-12-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:01:45.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i'll just, die another d a y</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the internationally un-famous budding poet has made a softball poem, with a teeeeny little bit of help from suyee. haha. ohwell. the last part sucks because i was getting lazy mwaha. what shall i call it. um..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take me to the &lt;s&gt;ball game&lt;/s&gt; traning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eight in the morning&lt;br /&gt;up so soon&lt;br /&gt;glove and boots&lt;br /&gt;gathered in my room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cap and cooler&lt;br /&gt;a bite of bread&lt;br /&gt;off to school with a&lt;br /&gt;feeling of dread.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shoe bag swinging&lt;br /&gt;put things down&lt;br /&gt;captain shouting&lt;br /&gt;with a frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put on boots&lt;br /&gt;and get moving&lt;br /&gt;equippment, fences&lt;br /&gt;softies fooling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuck in shirt&lt;br /&gt;put on cap!&lt;br /&gt;run two rounds&lt;br /&gt;to burn some fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool down 'cises&lt;br /&gt;funky runs&lt;br /&gt;throw some balls&lt;br /&gt;then coaches come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short throws done&lt;br /&gt;break time come&lt;br /&gt;sweat and water&lt;br /&gt;mixed into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sets to do&lt;br /&gt;things to finish&lt;br /&gt;batting throwing&lt;br /&gt;till we're diminished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fielding! batting!&lt;br /&gt;another break&lt;br /&gt;coaches screaming&lt;br /&gt;hard to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dreaded words:&lt;br /&gt;physical time&lt;br /&gt;put on your weights -&lt;br /&gt;its time to grind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run one round&lt;br /&gt;do some crunches&lt;br /&gt;run another&lt;br /&gt;while coach watches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diamond pushups!&lt;br /&gt;scissors and squats&lt;br /&gt;softies panting; bunch&lt;br /&gt;of dying lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superman on the ground&lt;br /&gt;superman flies&lt;br /&gt;superman burning&lt;br /&gt;mcdonald fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catching breath&lt;br /&gt;taking off shoes&lt;br /&gt;foot on leg&lt;br /&gt;yoga moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concentrating&lt;br /&gt;someone falls&lt;br /&gt;jessie laughs and&lt;br /&gt;captain calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after yoga&lt;br /&gt;no more rounds&lt;br /&gt;coaches leave while&lt;br /&gt;cooling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep equippment&lt;br /&gt;pack up stuff&lt;br /&gt;off to canteen no&lt;br /&gt;hurry, no rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ez-link in hand&lt;br /&gt;wallet in the other&lt;br /&gt;kick machine&lt;br /&gt;machine shudders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;machine wont take&lt;br /&gt;ez-link card!&lt;br /&gt;put in some coins and&lt;br /&gt;machine farts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can clunks out&lt;br /&gt;drink in hand&lt;br /&gt;grin on face,&lt;br /&gt;money lent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother father&lt;br /&gt;arrive in car&lt;br /&gt;smelly stinky&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a show'r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legs aching&lt;br /&gt;arms throbbing&lt;br /&gt;dump bag aside,&lt;br /&gt;hear muscles sobbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muddy things&lt;br /&gt;put out to air&lt;br /&gt;sitting waiting&lt;br /&gt;for their next wear&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113430610537883794?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113430610537883794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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-</title><content type='html'>sun so hot&lt;br /&gt;the asphalt shimmers.&lt;br /&gt;we glide down the court&lt;br /&gt;like swimmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathing fire,&lt;br /&gt;dripping wet.&lt;br /&gt;wearing nothing&lt;br /&gt;but shorts and sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shot goes up --&lt;br /&gt;faces lift.&lt;br /&gt;pulls us in its&lt;br /&gt;downward drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backbones bump&lt;br /&gt;beneath the boards.&lt;br /&gt;arm go up&lt;br /&gt;like crossing swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high bounce&lt;br /&gt;off the back of the rim.&lt;br /&gt;into the sticky air&lt;br /&gt;we swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ball's slapped loose,&lt;br /&gt;bounces free.&lt;br /&gt;sulie punches it&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;power surge!&lt;br /&gt;fast break --&lt;br /&gt;double-teamed --&lt;br /&gt;double-fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game is over.&lt;br /&gt;thirst is mean.&lt;br /&gt;thank god for a dollar&lt;br /&gt;and a soda machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;phittt&lt;/em&gt; goes the bill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chunk &lt;/em&gt;goes the can.&lt;br /&gt;icy metal&lt;br /&gt;burns my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry&lt;br /&gt;of sweet sensation:&lt;br /&gt;sugar, sweat&lt;br /&gt;and carbonation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back on court&lt;br /&gt;for one more hour&lt;br /&gt;running on&lt;br /&gt;sweat-and-soda power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113419941174606140?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113419941174606140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113419941174606140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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coming tmr .&lt;br /&gt;pooop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall change lay soon this is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;thanks genelle for the codes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could never do this kinda stuff but im sorry for like using your codes for such ugly stuff haha. i'll change soon i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate mosquitos. byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113404075869022025?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113404075869022025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113404075869022025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113404075869022025'/><link rel='self' 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i laughed throughout the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;then he broke my ankle and i stopped laughing.&lt;br /&gt;then he broke all my toes .&lt;br /&gt;then he rubbed this part of my knee so hard i laughed like crazy cos it was so hard yet wobbly. ohman&lt;br /&gt;but its still pain  i hope i can run on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay haha.&lt;br /&gt;go to suyee's blog.&lt;br /&gt;im giving her publicity yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and my post too.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but its not because of me or anything i just feel that the extracts from david wilkerson's book mightmean something to some people so im actually giving david wilkerson's book publicity .&lt;br /&gt;no wait. im giving god publicity(:&lt;br /&gt;this is for god.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it means something because i typed it all out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113396480019837367?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113388129003327329</id><published>2005-12-06T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:01:30.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and he would look for christenings in the newspaper</title><content type='html'>i wrote suyee a poem in her tagboard!. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reply to her poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my poem! ha-ha-ha. i edited bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kite's flown away&lt;br /&gt;the wind snatched it&lt;br /&gt;the light has gone&lt;br /&gt;and night has come to stay&lt;br /&gt;here is a girl&lt;br /&gt;looking sad and forlorn&lt;br /&gt;but the light will come back!&lt;br /&gt;and the wind will blow the kite into her arms&lt;br /&gt;stay vigilant&lt;br /&gt;the end has not yet come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey su maybe we can be poets together!&lt;br /&gt;we can compose a book called..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;impulses of stress : by sarah and suyee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inspired by the stress of coaches in softball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this book is dedicated to the softball team, whom we love and hope that one day might defeat the coaches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool eh. ha.ha.ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113388129003327329?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113388129003327329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113388129003327329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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i cant upload by blogger huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay look haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="274" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/christucket.jpg" width="463" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="322" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/skiing.jpg" width="619" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 171px" height="229" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/untitled.jpg" width="571" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="304" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/dogcrappin.jpg" width="579" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="257" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/slump.jpg" width="470" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wasnt really funny but its so &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/homeework.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're more but i cant possibly put them all here haha. i spose you saw them before. ohwell. i think i did too, but those were months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ankle's much better thx. i should reply tags but i'm kinda lazy to :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113387842397090575?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113387842397090575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113387842397090575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113387842397090575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113387842397090575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-his-weakness-was-royal.html' title='and his weakness was royal christenings'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113377628275085904</id><published>2005-12-05T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:51:22.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but he grew up a nasty magician</title><content type='html'>my sprained ankle hurts a hell load&lt;br /&gt;at first it was okay during trng and i could still run and all that&lt;br /&gt;but when i was walking home from kap it started hurting real bad&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts so much now&lt;br /&gt;every little movent jarrs the ankle and it hurts&lt;br /&gt;im like crawling around the house now&lt;br /&gt;but it better get better by trng on wed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;thats not the only thing that hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113377628275085904?l=twomilesdown-.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-17791038.post-113370536888727929</id><published>2005-12-04T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:09:29.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes a troll to take a toll</title><content type='html'>whineeeee&lt;br /&gt;where's zhimin she is annoying me come online.&lt;br /&gt;i want to show you  a picture of my xmas tree which we assembled and decorated today its real pretty .&lt;br /&gt;but i havent taken a pic yet.&lt;br /&gt;a little lazy heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its reallyyee pretty though.&lt;br /&gt;sorry im so excited haha.&lt;br /&gt;like a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;well the excitement died of a little alr.&lt;br /&gt;i havent had a tree for years yknow.&lt;br /&gt;give me presents so i can put them below. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welleeee.&lt;br /&gt;sincei have nothing intersting to post i shall be off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113370536888727929?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113370536888727929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113370536888727929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113370536888727929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113370536888727929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-takes-troll-to-take-toll.html' title='it takes a troll to take a toll'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113353784961324281</id><published>2005-12-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:37:29.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suyee is bored.&lt;br /&gt;that's why suyee is helping sarah update.&lt;br /&gt;suyee and sarah are worried about not getting on the team.&lt;br /&gt;(everybody's worried.)&lt;br /&gt;sarah's password is funny.&lt;br /&gt;i think she's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;she is also crappy. =.=&lt;br /&gt;i feel like squashing her head.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ad}&lt;strong&gt; PLAY PIZZA FRENZY AND DINER DASH!&lt;/strong&gt; {/ad}. just joking. (: i'm giving the game people free advertisement man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113353784961324281?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113353784961324281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113353784961324281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113353784961324281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113353784961324281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/12/suyee-is-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113351986428319872</id><published>2005-12-02T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:42:38.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when he was young but he grew up</title><content type='html'>i should be studying now but. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got from lydia's quiz webbieh. poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o1 ]] tha' last person you talk to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhimin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o2 ]] tha' last person to message you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o3 ]] tha' last person that you said bye to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o4 ]] tha' last person you hugged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant rmb:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o5 ]] tha' place you went to just now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o6 ]] tha' thang you're doing now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing this quiz and talking to 3 people and looking at stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o7 ]] tha' phrase people use to describe you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are so small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o8 ]] tha' first impression on meeting you is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are so small! i know they are give me a breaaakkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o9 ]] tha' thang that's on your mind now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. 1o ]] tha' person who's on your mind now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ms peh and clement. i wonder if im on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. 11 ]] tha' dream you dreamt last night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;i think the last dream i had was about clark kent.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt he and i were good friends and then he suddenly told me that he wasnt my boyfriend or anything so i told him yes of course we're we ever? so then he went away and i called after him that if he ever needed me i was here it was so weird. i dont even watch smallville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. 12 ]] tha' person that you're missing now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. 13 ]] tha' person whom you wanna meet now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody. from 2e and from hpps(;&lt;br /&gt;clark kent. HAHA. i dont like him but im curious(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. 14 ]] tha' part of your body you wanna pierce is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ear. whichever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// hey. i would like to have ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#. o1 ]] hot or cold drinks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o2 ]] tha' sun or tha' rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o3 ]] chocolate or strawberry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o4 ]] mp3 or discman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mp3. my creative spoilt dont tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o5 ]] handphone or computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o6 ]] many friends or one best friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o7 ]] nugget or fries(shaker)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcwings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o8 ]] stay in bugis, pasir ris or woodlands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// omg ! is that me ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o1 ]] whats your full name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah tan songen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o2 ]] what stream are you in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o3 ]] what are the nicknames you're given&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah. spiderman. bloop. blobb. chicken little-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o4 ]] how many piercings do you have now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o5 ]] what kinda hairstyle are you having&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little longer than shoulderlength, layered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// yummy yum ! my stomachs growling&lt;br /&gt;#. o1 ]] spaghetti or steak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o2 ]] coke or lemon tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o3 ]] chocolate chips or mint ice cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mint ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o4 ]] favourite place to dine at&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhere depending on my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// am i really that bad ? oh gosh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o1 ]] do you curse and swear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o2 ]] do you spit anywhere you want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i wanted to spit before, just to try. but then i felt so guilty and self conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o3 ]] do you play pranks on people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha. i rmb the ribena do you vany(x. i bet jia does :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o4 ]] opinion of tha' person you copied this from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia - crazy (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#. o5 ]] do you talk behind one another's back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who? talk behind who's back. anyone or lydia.&lt;br /&gt;i try not to gossip(x i made a promise to God and i intend to keep it yes.(x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113351986428319872?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113351986428319872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113351986428319872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113351986428319872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113351986428319872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-he-was-young-but-he-grew-up.html' title='when he was young but he grew up'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113351549511642660</id><published>2005-12-02T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:24:56.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he was a nice little boy</title><content type='html'>i have to reply tags before its too late&lt;br /&gt;ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want money.&lt;br /&gt;for neopets&lt;br /&gt;it turns out fang doesnt have the cloud paintbrush&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;raised my hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im listening to vertical horizon now. sulin sent me(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want money but i dont feel like playing games&lt;br /&gt;i want items but i quests are like &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lousy you get such louseyh stuff&lt;br /&gt;if anyone doesnt play neopets anymore you can give me everything&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;i dont have so much time to play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. game tmr&lt;br /&gt;im nervous&lt;br /&gt;so many people cant go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOHHH YESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;today we bought the christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;i am so excited(x haha&lt;br /&gt;havent had one for YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;gooshe.&lt;br /&gt;and then we bought decorations&lt;br /&gt;white, silver and blue. the theme lrh. haha&lt;br /&gt;the tree's being delivered tmr.&lt;br /&gt;then we can fix it up((:&lt;br /&gt;-hyperventilates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im moving. somewhere in maplewoods only&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;in like march.&lt;br /&gt;cause we have to do renovations.&lt;br /&gt;its not renting, we're buying.&lt;br /&gt;my room's gna be white and lavender(: &lt;br /&gt;the really light lavender.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm a little left of center&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a little out of tune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some say i'm paranormal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So i just bend their spoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who wants to be ordinary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a crazy mixed up world*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what they're saying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as I'm your girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a girl wants. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll earn some money and then go do uh chem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ning: 'plied at your blog(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suyee: ask the mosquitoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passer-by: i've no tiiimeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloe: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: oh really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn:  and i did(; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: i heard it's not nice haha. ohwell );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: thats why i dont know haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prunella: yes you are. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: its simple. lollipop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kriss: thanks yours is really nice too. (: monochromee. i like friday. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerlene: hey! i love your skins so much nicer(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo: hey jo, you crazier girl.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glynis: heheh. thanks(: your shopping skin is fabb-er/ haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiyou: )))));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhimin: really thats cool(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawn: hhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeyyyyyy. i plied at your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ning: helloo. thx(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: what do you think haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: i will. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: oh why doesnt it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlotte: sorry :x last time. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: oops(x oh yeah. haha. i thought so too but jia's in bangkok so i thought maybe i mixed up! haha. maybe you'll see jia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suyee: OH YEAH YOU DID. haha. i forgot. i wanted to do that for a long time okay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estella: HEY(: plied at your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i replied too late again, huh.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113351549511642660?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113351549511642660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113351549511642660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113351549511642660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113351549511642660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/12/he-was-nice-little-boy.html' title='he was a nice little boy'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113335937551054311</id><published>2005-11-30T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:10:34.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its here, all around us</title><content type='html'>shiyou's gone. for melbourne&lt;br /&gt;zai's gone. for melbourne too&lt;br /&gt;jia's gone. for bangkok&lt;br /&gt;vany's gone. for..i forgot. so mixed up. i rmb she'll be back on sat though. i think.&lt;br /&gt;erica's gone. for san fransisco? is that it?&lt;br /&gt;adele's gone. kl is it.&lt;br /&gt;someone else's gone. i forgot who.&lt;br /&gt;how sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ronald shamus and estella outside heeren and then yule and vanna and lydia came. yawn. then char came long later. then we went to east coast and cycled and cycled until lydia fell while playing in the water and then vanna fell and then i fell a little and then estella fell..but not all at a go..sometime after another. then we cycled to bowling area forgot where alr and estella and i got really interested in this sorta gambling token machine in the arcade where you dump in a token and this rolling thing pushes it to the other tokens so that the tokens move and some fall into the gap and we get the tokens. then we went to play air hockey and everyone else got obsessed with the token machine and lydia and ronald spent almost 40+ together on it. cos y'have to buy the tokens to dump if you lose all of them . haha. so they played that for like so long and estella and i got bored so we went to played air hockey again where i killed her muahaha. it was really fun heh. i realise i havent seen them for so long. and i didnt get to see emelyn cos she had diarheaa, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired. and there's softball tmr so im wearing my ankle weights to get used to them, did i mention how tiring it is to run with them. i'd like a softball christmas party that'd be so fun(x right su heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ought to study now.&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall quit blogskins too i just dont like it no more hmhm.&lt;br /&gt;i'll read one more chapter then finish studying bio, bio's so tiring yknow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113335937551054311?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113335937551054311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113335937551054311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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extrememelemelemelemly happy. haha. yay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prunella&lt;/strong&gt;: ssuureeee. soon. haha. lazy i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dawnae&lt;/strong&gt;: hello dawnaaeee more like ayyyeeee. how lame haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia&lt;/strong&gt;: i have changed for the better. haha. and repented. and uh. revived? redone. turnover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vany&lt;/strong&gt;: i gotchaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vany&lt;/strong&gt;: he is, isnt it haha. he shaved his head the last i saw him how ugly haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huihiang&lt;/strong&gt;: thankss(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shiyou&lt;/strong&gt;: you're baacckkkk! did you get my mail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli&lt;/strong&gt;: i have been away. he is yes. i have gotten over my initial fetish for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aloe&lt;/strong&gt;: of couuurrseee darrliinngggg, why would i refuse? -.- of course i wont lend you. haha. what were you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ning&lt;/strong&gt;: your skins are ssssooo much better(: you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have reeppennted! i am now replying tags earlier. nyeheh.&lt;br /&gt;what shall i blog about now.&lt;br /&gt;i actually only blog so i get nice tags. haha&lt;br /&gt;well today went to watch a friendly btween cresent and orchid park which was pretty okay, but they didnt give their best players i think..so after that some softies went to buy ankle weights at queensway but there werent enough so i (nice me) let them take the stock. so tmr i hafta go to queensway to get the new stock before trng. so we ate at macs.&lt;br /&gt;on wed i get to see the henryparks. havent seen them for so longg&lt;br /&gt;i'm studying the biology course for o levels now but im not getting far because i switched on the comp(:&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get my school books so i can study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see..okay i'll show you my mosquito bites and scab count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face: none&lt;br /&gt;neck: none&lt;br /&gt;chest: none&lt;br /&gt;right arm:2&lt;br /&gt;left arm: 9&lt;br /&gt;stomache: none&lt;br /&gt;waist: none&lt;br /&gt;butt: 12&lt;br /&gt;right leg (including foot) : 23&lt;br /&gt;left leg (including foot) : 32&lt;br /&gt;total: 78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo); some scabs are small ones, so they arent so obvious. and if i dont scratch the bites they dont show much.&lt;br /&gt;but i do scratch&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia is silly and claire is silly but jia is sillier. jo is amusing and su is ..su.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes; we have to do up the list of what we learnt from the friendly&lt;br /&gt;shall go do it after the bio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113317036451491208?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113307830668155986</id><published>2005-11-27T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T15:58:26.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flying on the window sill</title><content type='html'>shoosh.&lt;br /&gt;i j ust saw the most amazing thing . but i shant say it here because it'll be so embarressing.&lt;br /&gt;what should i blog about.&lt;br /&gt;i see no point in blogging about what i did today.&lt;br /&gt;or yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;so..pointless. not that i've been doing pointless things.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to ex-cell camp so prepare for end times. like to learn skills and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;came back this morning and when i bathed i saw theeee most amazing thing. i nearly died. heheh. dont imagine weird things then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training on saturday was horrible yet not horrible.&lt;br /&gt;i was soo tired on that day dont know whyee.&lt;br /&gt;so then i was tstand batting and clement called me samurai woman because i swung my bat like one.&lt;br /&gt;and then we outfielders were in a line, taking turns to catch fly balls that clement batted and it was my turn so he batted this ball that was so near him and so far from me so i ran and raaaaaann forward and i feeeelll doooowwwwwnnn and rolled all over (maybe i'm exaggerating a bit) and i didnt even catch the stupid ball and clement demonstrated how i was running and i died from embarressment. but clari fell later too so it's all good. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;well then so at debreif after trng clement was debreifing us and he stated an example and he said like sarah running when her hands infront trying to catch the ball how do you run like that like if i tie my hands up i cant run how horrible. but the not so horrible thing about it is that at least he notices me. and knows my name.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this layout. i think i will change. again-.-. actually i should be studying and i really want to , but i need the stupid bookshop to be open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have alot of scabs. they keep breaking and bleeding because i cant stop scratching at them.&lt;br /&gt;i am overrun with scabs and mosquito bites.&lt;br /&gt;scabby me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: oh yeah it dos doesnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: dno., came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passerby: i alr did(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yourfn&lt;3(:: welcome(: thanks alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhimin: very. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: okay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: okay. any day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: you are being lame right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: her wonderful post. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: you are thee best. haha. mine sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: its YOOUURRR FAULLLTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: annoying twit.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: fanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: im sorry i cant help it:x haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: soon. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suyee: whyeeee):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: extra lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: copy what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloe: YESSSS GGAWWSSHH SOOO NICE. haha. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: i have no idea haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire: soon. well you are,arent you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone: no prob(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce: yes. i dont know who some of them are. haha. HELLOHELLO LOUIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passerby: cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: ohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: yeah thats why HAAHA. its not that alike la maybe i will(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: ignore her lrrrhhh. yes you should haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: poopdedoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: OHHH. okay fine. hhaha. my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: yeah yeahyeah haha. dont need to publiciseee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiaen: yayy finally. heheh. yes of course it rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: unfortunately it rained after trng. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: hahaha you think so oddly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire: mmhhhmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone: i dont know. sometime later yeah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passerby: sometime later too haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: haha. i'd rather make a skin of..of..michael jackson than make a skin of you. heheh jk(: hello del.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloe: who dyou think that passerby is?? an alien??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: hahaha. goodeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: WHAT IS UPDATE PROPERLY HUHHUHHUHUH. okay i know alr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: you are? i didnt notice. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanzhen: thanks(: i'll link you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce: boobooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce: they spam my board):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: you're always like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: steadily. like once a day. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suyee: yay. im happy. hahaha. i dont know if jia's seen who cares hahaaaha jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn: oh really. no wonder i couldnt get there. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fan of yours: aalloottt of various places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prunella: hello prunella(: thanks. yours too yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo: mojojojo? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: thanks to jia haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: like vany cares (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: yaaayyyy i can go to your blog now. no more hanging(: thanks. and yes use it anytime lrh i dont care haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to reply tags earlier now. that was so . tiring. shoosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well seeya. there's zack and cody and phil of the future later i am excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113307830668155986?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113307830668155986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113307830668155986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113307830668155986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113307830668155986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/11/flying-on-window-sill.html' title='flying on the window sill'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113290609444825753</id><published>2005-11-25T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:08:14.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;kiss me blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Love me nice.&lt;br /&gt;love me delicious&lt;br /&gt;with sugar and spice.&lt;br /&gt;Love me with honey&lt;br /&gt;and if that aint enough,&lt;br /&gt;then love me with chocolates&lt;br /&gt;with almonds and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me blue.&lt;br /&gt;Turn me inside out.&lt;br /&gt;That's what loving&lt;br /&gt;is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is'nt it cute. the poem. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is a real update adele ng. that is, what is a fake update. haha.&lt;br /&gt;this aint a fake update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[06:55:22 PM] ((.         &lt;/strong&gt;: should i go bath now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[06:55:27 PM] ((.         &lt;/strong&gt;: who did you ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[06:56:39 PM] suyee;&lt;/strong&gt;      : jia and fang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[06:56:40 PM] suyee;      &lt;/strong&gt;: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[06:56:44 PM] suyee;&lt;/strong&gt;      : you can accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[06:56:48 PM] suyee;&lt;/strong&gt;      : and you better! notty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[06:57:23 PM] ((.&lt;/strong&gt;         : haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[06:57:28 PM] ((.&lt;/strong&gt;         : i think i'll go bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[10:28:39 PM]&lt;/strong&gt; jellyfish RE: i'm giving you a sweet smile too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[10:28:49 PM]&lt;/strong&gt; ((.         : i feel like puking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[10:29:00 PM]&lt;/strong&gt; jellyfish RE: i give you puke bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[10:29:17 PM]&lt;/strong&gt; ((.         : i miss and puke into your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[10:29:22 PM]&lt;/strong&gt; suyee;      : sickeninng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[10:29:24 PM&lt;/strong&gt;] jellyfish RE: stupiddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[10:29:30 PM]&lt;/strong&gt; ((.         : HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[10:29:30 PM]&lt;/strong&gt; jellyfish RE: i'll run like ten metres away first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puke travels a long distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at trng yest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonia&lt;/strong&gt;: shutup! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: shutup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonia&lt;/strong&gt;: you shutup! hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: you shutup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fang&lt;/strong&gt;: hey sarah stand back. stand back jia. you are in the line of fire -.-&lt;br /&gt;sarah and jia move away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fang&lt;/strong&gt;: -throws shoe at sonia and misses. overthrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonia&lt;/strong&gt;: hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fang&lt;/strong&gt;: shoot i threw too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: -throws her boot at fang and misses because of bad aiming( haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fang&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: jia go help me pick that up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: she siiiicccckkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fang&lt;/strong&gt;: dont pick it up jia dont pick it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonia&lt;/strong&gt;: jia dont pick it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia&lt;/strong&gt;: -picks shoe up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia&lt;/strong&gt;: i want a ride -childishly pouty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fang&lt;/strong&gt;: hahahahha! good one jia good one! hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: you annoying prat! blahblahblah! blahblahblah! blahblahblahblahblah. you two (jia&amp;fang) always take me for granted! because of that i will NOT give you two a ride! blahblahblaH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: but she's sick! you're making her walk all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia&lt;/strong&gt;: i want a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: give me back that shoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia&lt;/strong&gt;: i want a ride. -gives shoe back&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;after a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: -finishes packing and looks at jia lying down looking pathetic. OH ALRIGHT! I'LL GIVE YOU A RIDE YOU ANNYOING BEEPBEEPBEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia&lt;/strong&gt;: -gets up looking less pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia&lt;/strong&gt;: rah you coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: -decides to try for a ride too and runs after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: im coming!&lt;br /&gt;lineup: suyee marching in front, jia in the middle and sarah running behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia&lt;/strong&gt;: i got a headachheee&lt;br /&gt;presently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: i got a headache too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia&lt;/strong&gt;: -looks back and laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: i got a stomachache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: ..and a leg ache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: and arm ache! -laughs uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: i'm --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: WHOOPS I FORGOT MY COOLER. -marches back and swings shoebag  at sarah along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: i was about to say i'm dying -tells jia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: -marches back and marches far ahead.&lt;br /&gt;after a while.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: er su?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: -laughs head off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: marches back to sarah and stamps her foot thrice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: er i was just going to tell you..hahahahhaha...that you know your jar of fallen out teeth--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: it wasnt a jar it was a box!(or something like that) -marches ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: yeah whatever who cares .. hahahaha..you have to dig out the inside otherwise it'll decay..hahahaha..and you have to wash it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: i do all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: ..five times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: who washes it five times you toot!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: laughs until strays ten metres behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: and brush it every night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: why do i need to brush it it's not mine anymore!&lt;br /&gt;jia and su enter the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those bits of convos were just to show you how annoying jia and su are. okay tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113290609444825753?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113290609444825753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>the last post was by yuli.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its quite obvious huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have stuff to blog about but i dont feel like updating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's softball trng today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh how contradictive. i wish it rains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113279936513285191?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113279936513285191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113279936513285191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113279936513285191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113279936513285191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/11/watses-eating-parts-of-me-away.html' title='watses eating parts of me away'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113275216330036779</id><published>2005-11-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:28:00.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>the way. passerby just go around to people's blog and say "mgs suck" really pisses me off. seriously. you know it's irritating when people dont bother you and you bother them. it's like ou drew a picture you didnt ask for a person's comment the person just comes and say "ewww. so ugly." that's really horrible isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany wasnt complete with her jlh post. so i shall continue with it. HAHAHA. let's get into a lighter mood people! VANY DIDNT PUT TITLES! sarah made me. no fair. titles are never good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh just like heaven was very... er. i donno. it's just quite predictable. haha sorry. i dont really watch movies. it's just like no tension. this lady works too much she goes into a coma after getting knocked by a car, her spirit leaves her body, goes to find this guy who rented her apartment, falls in love while searching for identity, realises that that were actually meant to be cos they were actually meeting for matchmake before the accident, then she wakes up forgets everything, er then remembers, then happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. it's quite. i donno. i dont' understand why rah cries over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HERE. i really like those fonts. esp the pasta one. i dled it and found that i didnt really like the rest except the pasta one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5525/1321/1600/font%20chracter.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5525/1321/1600/font%20chracter.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5525/1321/320/font%20chracter.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5525/1321/1600/font%20chracter.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5525/1321/1600/font%20chracter.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;done. i uploaded three times okay THREE. t-h-r-e-e! cos 1st 2 times failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113275216330036779?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113275216330036779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113275216330036779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113275216330036779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113275216330036779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_23.html' title='?'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113266684041038841</id><published>2005-11-22T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:53:34.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOO GUESS WHO! VANY HEREEE! haha i am going to blogg errh. about just like heaven which i watch ytd? haha it wwas quite funny and stupid and tcouching. yea bought popcorn and drinks. the pop corn at westmall are quite good though.alot of sweet one though i hardly even eat any salty one. yuli claims that she ate alot of salty one. rah ate 3 salted.she even counted -.- haha i ate maybe 10? haha yea. oh back to the movieee.i cant rmb much about it now.heheeh.o.0 er. fine i shant blog anymore cos i have nothing to blog anymore. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU HAVE JUST WASTED UR TIME READING THIS SENSELESS POST WAHHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113266684041038841?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113266684041038841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113266684041038841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113266684041038841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113266684041038841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/11/booo-guess-who-vany-hereee-haha-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113266363680884547</id><published>2005-11-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:51:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dettol Menthol</title><content type='html'>So weird. Rah told me to put title. i never put titles. titles are just. wrong. yeh. wrong. cos i never put titles. i even remove the part which says &lt;$blogitemtitle$&gt; or whatever it is when making skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when i was showering [don't laugh] i thought i should blog for sarah cos jia her seniors blog for her but never meee. i'm so sad. i shall do something for her yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i shall tell you never to buy detto menthol HOW DO YOU SPELL THAT BRAND. you should buy the buy the original one if you ever buy them. the menthol one doesnt smell good not as nice as i think. it's so cool it drives me up the wall my brother likes it cos it's cool [cold] but crap can this kind of weather. i used it to wash my face it's so cold it burns.&lt;br /&gt;eek. i shall tell my mother not to buy it ever again.&lt;br /&gt;yes i shall do it now.&lt;br /&gt;oh not now&lt;br /&gt;9.00&lt;br /&gt;yes 9.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to spell menthol as mentoes. cos i thought they were the sameee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Li aka fishpear. aka your favourite fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i bet rah is trying to cheat for her heymath test . plahhaha.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113266363680884547?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113266363680884547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113266363680884547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113266363680884547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113266363680884547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/11/dettol-menthol.html' title='Dettol Menthol'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113263125633321601</id><published>2005-11-22T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:47:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my intensity driven life</title><content type='html'>im really too lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;and i am very scared we might know our placings in the team soon. for certain people. who got in.&lt;br /&gt;because there might be a friendly on wed. so maybe  we'll know.&lt;br /&gt;so i am too nervous to post.&lt;br /&gt;bgkbsrjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jer: you too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeke: assssss. ): haha. adeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: hahaha. what a L.oser.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeke: i wonder who you are. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: haha it does sound a little like whiny you anyway. maybe its..yuli? or vany. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: it was just to emphasize their beetchiness(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: i dont know how to take it away):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: do i care.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isabella: thanks((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: because its cute(: haha. and what SHER! im not sheryl haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: learn from me. haha. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: that was LAST YEAR. pleeeasseeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passer-by: today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichelle: what posty thing? the cbox? you too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone: yes, i did(: thanks. i dont know, sorry, nv did it before);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passer-by: soon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emelyn: haha. plied at your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: jiajia! haha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: i just forgot. i thought I WON IT. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: i'd rather die myself heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: why'm i stupid): stupid lili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: dont bugeth me. heheh. yeah rightttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: so thats good, right. haha. lucky you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: who cares la. only i liked that skin alot. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingqii: thanks alot(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: i ammmm. you bugger. bugeth me not, i say to yuli i say to you. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne: may 5th is common. i have a friend with the same bday too haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anonymous: a cd, from yuli(: can dl trial from downloads.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: BUG OFF.h aha. i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germaine: thanks(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: anonying pest. haha fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: i guess my birthday's not unique at all); 555);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: quu siii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passer-by: today yeah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: she nearly did remember :x YULI AH TSK. i did too. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: adelengchinwei you hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to watch SPIRITED AWAY NOW. for the twentith time. but i havent watched it for SOLONG.  -hyperventilates.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113263125633321601?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113263125633321601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113263125633321601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113263125633321601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113263125633321601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-intensity-driven-life.html' title='my intensity driven life'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113265540350456947</id><published>2005-11-22T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:49:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw the light go out in his eyes</title><content type='html'>no trng today); canceled.&lt;br /&gt;no game tmr); canceled.&lt;br /&gt;what do i do without trng.&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i like trng.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;well i could sense that i was quite disappointed when lisa called.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;well i was.&lt;br /&gt;sad i mean.&lt;br /&gt;sort of.&lt;br /&gt;yes.i was.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free to stand beside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ocean in moonlight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And light myself a smoke &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beneath The dark atlantic sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an old song. i like old songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody here is living life in fear of falling out of line &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tearing lives apart breakin lots of hearts just to pass the time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the eyes get red in the back of your head &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This place will make you blind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put it all behind me and I'll be just fine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched spirited away in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;my darling spitied away.&lt;br /&gt;but it didnt seem so nice as last time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;probably cos i've watched it twenty one times.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another old song. i should really do something productive. like go to the gym. but its so wet and rainy, i dont feel like it. somehow, i can do the scissors at home but at trng i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sooner or later it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like heaven was pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;i cried thrice. so touching );&lt;br /&gt;sort of.&lt;br /&gt;vany was being lame and whiny about her class.&lt;br /&gt;she ends each of her lame jokes with whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;i want to roll my eyes, but these days im scared too, like im scared they'll pop out or something.&lt;br /&gt;rolling your eyes feels weird, in your sockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want trng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-17791038.post-113240824584796559</id><published>2005-11-20T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:31:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss the golden sunrise</title><content type='html'>im like so SAD);&lt;br /&gt;today clement and ms peh splitted us into two groups&lt;br /&gt;so the first group went first&lt;br /&gt;so they did alot of exercises&lt;br /&gt;but erica and i were in the second group&lt;br /&gt;so while we were doing our usual exercises&lt;br /&gt;we came to a decision that we were probably in the group of rejects&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;see the logic : 7 people in the first group&lt;br /&gt;2 pitchers not in any group&lt;br /&gt;7 + 2 = 9 players on the field&lt;br /&gt;so we comforted ourselves that there would still be the reserves&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out that the first group was potential infielders and second was potential outfielders&lt;br /&gt;anyway i havent gotten to the point why i am sad&lt;br /&gt;because &gt;&gt; i was very lousy at trng today.&lt;br /&gt;how nice.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like elaborating );&lt;br /&gt;what if i dont get into the team&lt;br /&gt;will someone kill me now&lt;br /&gt;in advance&lt;br /&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhimin {new layout} &lt;3s POTTER. says:YOU BETTER COME EARLY, like 6.40 like that, then we will be safe&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:6.40&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:?!&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:qu si ah&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:what time wil you go&lt;br /&gt;zhimin {new layout} &lt;3s POTTER. says:around that time lor, first day sure JAM LIKE BREAD JAM haha. i tell you i sure die one, i will like step all over the pri 1s while running to class&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:HAHAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:oh MAN&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:you cruel idoit&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;zhimin {new layout} &lt;3s POTTER. says:hahahaha. you can like comfort them sarah jie jie LOL&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:ugh&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:i'll be running to catch up with you&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:while you step all over them&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:while i comfort them&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:by the time we reach class ah&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:7+ alr&lt;br /&gt;xx ({ kiss the golden sunrise }) xx says:hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-17791038.post-113229879645994320</id><published>2005-11-19T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T15:49:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopkeepersz</title><content type='html'>since i havent replied for long i'll just reply from here : aloe: haha. jim. look at the top of her blog and read it. It says "sarahtansongen. otherwise known as rah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloe: alot of people called sarah are known as rah. the other rah in your blog isnt even me :x its this weird guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: what crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sher: nooo only naruto is nice (x haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sher: its an honor to hang out with you? haha. okay, i dont like anime anymore. (x just kidding (sound familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sher: welc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce: oyster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: hahaha. cool :x i got one i got one. rah rockello et. sarah pebbles it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: oh really. well why were you so against it! as if i couldnt argue. i won anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: i hope so(: for one day only? chey hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiyou: i'll email you! if i rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youmakeyourself: soh sorryeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiyou: thanks (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn: yeah right i really like your mushroom one heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichelle:D : thanks(: its okay, maybe it is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karyan: hahaha softball(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn: sorryy:x haha. thanks, i hope so too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah: twins dont have the same name! hahaha. that would be really amusing. thanks anyhow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: tsk. yeah i know the phrase is pretty cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: qu si(; thanks MAYBE vany -.- heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn: me tooo(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: sore loser! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: no its odd. dont like YOU haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: i doooonttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passerby: thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: i am(: at least i didnt get into some ulu class haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: haha. i edited the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichelle:D : welc, but you got it from someone else right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: nooo i'll run to yours hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: i think i'll be in the 2e mood for a long time hah:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloe: YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE THE CONTAINER IS SOME HUGE LUGGAGE INSTEAD OF A SMALL PLASTIC CONTAINER. shoosh. haha. i like when you collaspe, and no, i didnt go(: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: and i cant survive w/o y'll):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some1-who-loves-your-skins: when im done with it, yes(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karyan: very. haha. go watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: of course. hey you have alot of your friends in your class too, dont be sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a theory.&lt;br /&gt;quote jia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i do, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;my theory is that shopkeepers were once nice people, but after being a shopkeeper for a while, they became horrible monsters and beetches.&lt;br /&gt;well, most of them at least.&lt;br /&gt;horrible crackpots.&lt;br /&gt;so beetchy to their customers, like they're of some higher standards or something.&lt;br /&gt;terrible cuckoo boops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have another theory.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO GET INTO THE TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;i just have to.&lt;br /&gt;if i dont i'll cry and cry and cry like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know if im in yet, and im already crying&lt;br /&gt;just to be prepared, you know.&lt;br /&gt;cry in advance.&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me i will, and not to worry because what if i dont, and of course i'll worry.&lt;br /&gt;it isnt a theory, its a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;fargh&lt;br /&gt;stressful coaches&lt;br /&gt;menacing menaceful menaces.&lt;br /&gt;dennis the menace&lt;br /&gt;want me to die ah&lt;br /&gt;oh horrors of horrors&lt;br /&gt;im off to watch happy tree friends again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113229879645994320?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113229879645994320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113229879645994320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drowned my initial sorrow watching episodes of happy tree family. heheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113222997983319349?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113222997983319349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113222997983319349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113222997983319349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113222997983319349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/11/3h.html' title='3h'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113195625812119847</id><published>2005-11-15T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:31:08.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy frog</title><content type='html'>so much for not updating :x&lt;br /&gt;i can hear an ltc group screaming. i can see the ltc group in the field beside the netball court.&lt;br /&gt;i think crazy frog by axel f is very cute(x. or is it the other way round, axel f by crazy frog. whatever heheh/&lt;br /&gt;bem bem.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be..by dno who. in a cinderella story. shooshe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be love's suicide &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be better when I'm older &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113195625812119847?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113195625812119847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113195625812119847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113195625812119847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113195625812119847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/11/crazy-frog.html' title='crazy frog'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113186823489844089</id><published>2005-11-13T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:50:34.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put the ball in the glove, you nut</title><content type='html'>put the ball in the glove, you nut.&lt;br /&gt;i have to get into the team&lt;br /&gt;i just have to&lt;br /&gt;although i have this feeling that i wont. 20+ people and so many so good  , and only 10 get to be in the team. 9 players and what do i have to get me on the team? nothing. my throwing is really bad, or rather, i can throw with friends but once ms peh or clement comes i cant throw. or under pressure i cant throw. i cant field, i think im scared of the ball like jia. scared it'll hit my face and my batting is average. im not that strong physically either.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to get on the team&lt;br /&gt;if i dont get in i'll just die and kill myself and jump off the building forever.&lt;br /&gt;even though you cant do all three, or do it forever. but i will because i'll be just so..ewubgmrbgt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is my last post forever, unless i have to post important stuff such as that. if i die you can tell the police it was because of softball. but that wont happen. because i have got to get on that team.&lt;br /&gt;anyway yes blogging is pretty boring. i'll have another blog to write my nice not story a tattoo on her heart haha. but i wont tell anyone the addy because the story is awfully stupid. and anyway, there wont be much time to blog, because now its just softball and me, and next year, i ll be a nerd. expect when i play softball. which i will, because i have to get on the team. yes. i have to. snefjkegs im really scared i wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye blog. but keep tagging, i like tags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113186823489844089?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113186823489844089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113186823489844089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113186823489844089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113186823489844089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/11/put-ball-in-glove-you-nut.html' title='put the ball in the glove, you nut'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113158867820919062</id><published>2005-11-11T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T10:25:14.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>their teeths and claws will wreck the venegeance you crave</title><content type='html'>from yuli:&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste the questions to your site and answer them, then pick five people whom you wish to be Singled Out. Don't forget to tell them they've been Singled Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. You get one wish of anything, what would you ask for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same as yuli. haha. hundred more. maybe ten more, hundred is hard to keep track of. then on the last one i ask for ten more. but i dont think that's possible. so i will wish that. the genie or whatever can be set free. (: how kind of me, i read it in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What animal would you be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dolphin or a squirrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Something you want to do in your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do something meaningful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. One time there were these Ninjas... (finish the statement):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of them was called sasuke!! -dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. One song you could listen to over and over again:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs make me sad so i dont listen to them so much. i'm not weird fang but i guess i'd listen to kelly clarkson's songs, because for some reason they dont make me sad like others. anyway you get sick of those stupid songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Coke or Pepsi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coke, sometimes pepsi has too much air, so it's not so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Something you currently desire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new handphone, cause my old one got washed in the washing machine, and i had a talk (argument) with my parents last night anddd they agreed to getting me one for christmas(: wait that isnt really what i desire since im getting it anyway. hoho. umhum then..to do something meaningful with my life for once. or to stop life where it is. 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What's a "mastoid"? (Take a guess no peeking in a Dictionary):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an asteroid that graduated from the last grade and became a master, yknow..mastoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. One good deed you've done lately:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cooked lunch yesterday. all by myself for my family minus dad. heated potatoes (a little burnt), two fried fish fillets, and boiled brocoli. i am so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. A funny Moment in your life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like when i laugh to myself when i'm alone over nothing. or when i start laughing when people are around and they look at me like i'm an evil demon or something haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singles haha : zhimin. sulin. erica. june. becs. &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113158867820919062?l=twomilesdown-.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-17791038.post-113152620684821813</id><published>2005-11-10T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:53:57.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yohoho.</title><content type='html'>umhum. since...ohe i replied to yuli's sulin's and adele's shoutouts &lt;a href="http://inexpressible0.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and to other people to. okay tchauu. {that's goodbye in portugese, i was learning languages {italian, portugese, spanish} on sia on the way back to spore, afer watching initial d and fantastic four haha}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113152620684821813?l=twomilesdown-.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-17791038.post-113142381227507168</id><published>2005-11-08T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T12:42:02.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no m o r e</title><content type='html'>dumdadum.dumdum.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like blogging anymore but i'll just leave this blog up to change layouts and for the tags. i like tags. haha. but i dont expect to get tags since nobody will come here anymore. ohwell i'll just like. tag myself. i like tags. i do i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll just fill this space up so that the pictures below dont block stuff. but yes. please keep scrolling down to see the beautiful pics of ssaaaasssukkeee&lt;3 x 100000000. arfrg/&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;i like guys who smirk. i mean..not int he mean way or  anything. like sasuke. he smirks  alittle. and he's really nice. but not the openly kind and all that stuff. sgj dont know how to explain just go watch the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113142381227507168?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113142381227507168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113142381227507168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113142381227507168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113142381227507168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-m-o-r-e.html' title='no m o r e'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113137697963130658</id><published>2005-11-07T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:28:14.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>------------------</title><content type='html'>im baack.&lt;br /&gt;miss me.&lt;br /&gt;i guess you dont get your dollar anymore, seing as i'm not dead.&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to blog about but i dont feel like blogging anymore ever.&lt;br /&gt;anyway before i go theres just something i've got to blog about (;&lt;br /&gt;so we stayed at clara's house and we watched naruto alot&lt;br /&gt;it's this anime show which is really nice. it's about the only anime that i like.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway there's this realllly - guy that is just so amazingly - i dont know how to describe but he's just so..okay i'll let pictures do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's him fighting naruto. he's the one behind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="308" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/nar_lg_258.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="337" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/nar_lg_224.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's him looking really sad because naruto beat him in this fight thing. and it's like their whole team is breaking up (naruto him and sakura) so he's really sad. and when he's sad i'm sad ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="352" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/nar_lg_220.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's him fighting gaara soo cool. haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="358" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/nar_lg_179.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think this's a really good shot of him haha.&lt;/strong&gt; i'll just leave these pic's big so you get a clearer view on how --- he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/nar_lg_176.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's the whole team cept for the teacher which clara likes. haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="371" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/nar_lg_75.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's smiling. i like it when guy's who hardly smile smile. arhg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="375" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/nar_lg_70.jpg" width="443" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got better shot really because clara and i kept pausing the show on the computer to take pictures of sasuke and kakashi(the teacher), but they're with clara.&lt;br /&gt;isn't sasuke coool. he's like really calm and cool and all that and he's not childish at all. he's really powerful and yeah and he's always walking with his hands in his pockets skgbsrbg he's so cute and cool. i think sasuke's twelve, but who careessss. fbsgsjrngs. you wont get it unless you watch he show. ngsrngjr and there's this pain in my heart because he isnt real but really he is soo cool. nrsjgnjj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: yes. what tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: no. why would you get 5 cents extra (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: oh really. haha yes you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: dreaaam on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: haha lamee. violin is like less than 0.5kg huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: you should. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: i am a very important person in need of being assasinated. haha. you cant kill me i wont die because of a lowly person like you (x . im joking you know. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: yes. lucky haha. training's good for you okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clari: not anymore. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: you ego person. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicky: that's because you're outdated! must keep up with the important things in life(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce: you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: keep at it hahaa. tagtagtag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fanglin: i was just being prepared hahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichelle:D: cool. haha. so are you dead yet? haha i hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: zorro:x? what's zorro. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanna: heeey. i want to see y'll):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloe: i know but i need to do some stuff on earth too. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: you dont NEED to watch zorro. but i see im so important that you have to wait for my arrival hahaha kidding yesimbackletsgowatchzorronowwhatszorro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia:haha-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: iforgotandnoithinkyougetadollaronlyhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: haha yes adele. im baaack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: i knooowwwee. that's why. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhimin: i didnt really get a chance ): haha but thats okay i'll get you in spore (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: im baack. of course you m ust always be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anonymous: heey. yeah yuli told you haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: how horrible you're back in full piece haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: you ego twit haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113137697963130658?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113137697963130658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113137697963130658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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SUSPECTS: osama bin laden. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may my will be honored and respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to donate my bankcrupted bank.&lt;br /&gt;a dollar goes to everyone in &lt;strong&gt;2e&lt;/strong&gt; {5 more cents to special friends}&lt;br /&gt;a dollar goes to everyone in &lt;strong&gt;1d&lt;/strong&gt;{5 more cents to special friends}&lt;br /&gt;a dollar goes to everyone in &lt;strong&gt;6a&lt;/strong&gt;{5 more cents to special friends}&lt;br /&gt;a dollar goes to everyone in &lt;strong&gt;softball&lt;/strong&gt; {excluding those in 2e you already got a dollar dont be greedy.}&lt;br /&gt;a dollar goes to everyone in my &lt;strong&gt;cell&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;a dollar goes to &lt;strong&gt;other friends&lt;/strong&gt; {overseas friends school friends}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten dollars goes to everyone in my &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 dollars goes to the make a &lt;strong&gt;wish foundation&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-(negative)1000 dollars goes to the &lt;strong&gt;kidney foundation&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1000 dollars goes to a &lt;strong&gt;soup kitchen in england&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1000 dollars goes to the &lt;strong&gt;rainbow orphanage in cambodia&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1000 dollars goes to whoever manages to &lt;strong&gt;ban abortion in spore&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;100 dollars goes to &lt;strong&gt;neopets&lt;/strong&gt;, please put my favorite game back why did you take it away?&lt;br /&gt;did i forget anything?&lt;br /&gt;a dollar to anyone who goes to my grave and &lt;strong&gt;tells me which class i would've gotten into next year&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;do i have that much money?&lt;br /&gt;am i going to die?&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to die. im honestly scared. im too young to die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113083185486965367?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113083185486965367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113083185486965367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113083185486965367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113083185486965367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/10/fiery-sun-and-sky-so-white.html' title='fiery sun and sky so white'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113083094055928048</id><published>2005-11-01T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:42:20.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when two worlds meet</title><content type='html'>heyheyhey.&lt;br /&gt;im updating so many times. haha. but i wont be updating for the next week so this shall replace it.&lt;br /&gt;oh mistake below i meant one prophet said something will happen 31st october and the other said somewhere in november. and soong sulin i happen to trust prophets because of one incident okay. actually not really an incident but still. haha. yes suyee. dont go -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i just went to the gym. to replace the trng  i'd miss. but in school during trng we use these weightballs? but the gym doesnt have any, it only has those pairs so i get a pair 3kg each very light i know haha but you have to start light dont you. haha. okay i dont know what im talking about. okay so yes. i dont feel like i gained any muscles. but you know. muscles take time. haha i sound like clari. 'you know, love takes time.' -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113083094055928048?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113083094055928048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113083094055928048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113083094055928048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113083094055928048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-two-worlds-meet.html' title='when two worlds meet'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113082527969578070</id><published>2005-11-01T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T14:07:59.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye birdies</title><content type='html'>wont you miss me when i'm gone. haha&lt;br /&gt;i'm slightly happy imgoing, besides the plane thing.&lt;br /&gt;because if something bad happens in spore i wont be here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;be prepared everyone.&lt;br /&gt;dont just say..oh..it wont happen.&lt;br /&gt;thats just silly isnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113082527969578070?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113082527969578070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113082527969578070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113082527969578070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113082527969578070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/10/byebye-birdies.html' title='byebye birdies'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113073505880892089</id><published>2005-10-31T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:04:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>golden sun and sky so blue</title><content type='html'>boooo&lt;br /&gt;i was sposed to get up nice and early in the morning (6-7) to go to the gym and get MUSCLES, but i woke up at 9+ and it was so wet outside i wasnt in the mood to. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this prophesy that something will happen to spore at the end of this month, which is today, and also the next month or something like that, so today my mom bro and i went to NTUC to stock up haha. batteries and all that. its very serious okay. and then i decided that we needed to stock up on highchew. very important. and then they wanted to buy &lt;em&gt;icecream &lt;/em&gt;so i wanted the ben &amp; jerry's &lt;em&gt;fudge peanut&lt;/em&gt; and they wanted boring &lt;em&gt;dreyers chocolate chip&lt;/em&gt; so they got that in the end and i am so &lt;em&gt;annoyed &lt;/em&gt;because everything is just the same old thing i need something different for once! and i really wanted to try the stupid &lt;em&gt;fudge peanut&lt;/em&gt; it looked so &lt;em&gt;yummy&lt;/em&gt; and i havent tried it before and chocolate chip is just so &lt;em&gt;ordinary&lt;/em&gt; arhg im so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i feel really bad because i just read the newspaper and its full off bombings (india) bird's flu, christians being beheaded, the pastor thing, etcetc..and here i am whining about icecream. sigh okay anyway what can i do i already prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today might be my last day because tmr i'm flying SIA, and like there might be bombings and all that sort so i have come to say that i love everybody everyone everywhere, dont forget to bring flowers to my grave, i like daisies and roses, but i dont really want sunflowers. im serious. okay. i really am because i really might die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm off now, dont forget to pray for all thats happening in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113073505880892089?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113073505880892089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113073505880892089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113073505880892089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113073505880892089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/10/golden-sun-and-sky-so-blue.html' title='golden sun and sky so blue'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113068009067384323</id><published>2005-10-30T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:48:10.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>je reve que je dors je reve que je reve</title><content type='html'>Mes reves sont au monde&lt;br /&gt;clairs et perpetuals&lt;br /&gt;et quand tu n'es pas la&lt;br /&gt;je reve que je dors je reve que je reve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams are of this world&lt;br /&gt;clear and perpetual&lt;br /&gt;and when you're not here&lt;br /&gt;i dream that i sleep i dream that i dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMAN&lt;br /&gt;i love this poem&lt;br /&gt;its so..beautiful&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream that i sleep i dream that i dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored! imboredimboredimbored! i sound like a little kid. actually. im not really bored. its just that restless feeling. i cant sit to watch sahara. i cant sit to read my book. I CANT SIT STILL! i need to do something. ooch. my eye is twitching. moveitmoveitmoveit. i need to moveitmoveit. she need to moveitmoveit. you need to moveitmoveit. he need to moveitmoveit. MOVE IT! arrrhhhhhhhh.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shakeshakeshake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do something do something do something! ineedtogetoutofhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom can nag. yakyakyak. she nags 10 times more than yuli and jiayin combined. MOVEIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhg. what shall i do now. okay read book. sit. read. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113068009067384323?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113068009067384323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113068009067384323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113068009067384323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113068009067384323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/10/je-reve-que-je-dors-je-reve-que-je.html' title='je reve que je dors je reve que je reve'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113066634192235171</id><published>2005-10-30T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:21:31.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2ee</title><content type='html'>2e class party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class party was fun. but i didnt go for char's bday party): owell. i can see them again but i mightnt see those leaving again):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. like adele said "i'll let pictures do the talking.", because im lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;stupid leong bendan (vany)&lt;/strong&gt; : i can only find one photo with stupid vany ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/08.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;yuli &amp; ifra&lt;/strong&gt; : i look so fat. but its the only photo i have with yuli and ifra.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/07.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;vera&lt;/strong&gt; : i dont have any photos with vera hehe ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss&lt;strong&gt; sheryl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/011.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha act cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/014.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( im wanted hahaha. but i dont want them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/012.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;jiaen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/09.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;elfie (adele)&lt;/strong&gt;: did i take any photos with you. but they arent in vany's shutterfly):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;zhimin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/010.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;jiayin erica lisa&lt;/strong&gt; (we'll be in softball but it wont be the same) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/mejiaandshiyou.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos with erica arent in vany's sutterfly, and i didnt take any with lisa haha);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss&lt;strong&gt; elaine&lt;/strong&gt; : none with her cos she left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;sulin&lt;/strong&gt; : photos with sulin arent in vany's shutterfly either heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;woodstock (fang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/03.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;joyce&lt;/strong&gt; : photos with joyce arent here );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;june&lt;/strong&gt; : arent here either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;huijun&lt;/strong&gt; : photos arent here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss &lt;strong&gt;liz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/05.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;2e):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/015.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/013.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/02.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/01.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i like uploading photos, very fun. blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113066634192235171?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113066634192235171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113066634192235171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113066634192235171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113066634192235171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/10/2ee.html' title='2ee'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d69/twomilesdown/2e%20class%20photos/th_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113056045242729723</id><published>2005-10-29T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T12:52:32.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you got me like a loaded gun</title><content type='html'>im so tiireeed&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant even go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;night. we went for trick or treating. vera sheryl sulin jiaen and i. it was pretty tiring so we went to lisa's house cos we didnt know where ruth stayed. too tired to type more but it was fun. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t'day.&lt;br /&gt;came back from tennis with steph and it was horrible because i couldnt concentrate because i've only had two forced lessons and then steph joined me and i cant concentrate with another person playing so well okay nevermind and then i had to wake up soo early and i slept soo late last night and i have to write and i have to wait for vera and elaine to come help me make sandwiches and we have to walk allll the way to cold storage and there might not be enough timee to make the sandwiches and i have noo idea how to get to fraser and after that i have to go to char's party and after that i'll go home soo late and then i'll sleep soo late and then i have to wake up soo early to go to church and be soo tired.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rules of the game: Post 5 Weird and Random facts about yourself, then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged" in their blogs and tell them to read yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. erm hrm sometimes i get this feeling that this happened before. like i have this feeling that doesnt this seem like it happened before but how can it, and then i'll feel weird all over. actually alot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm still not sure how to take mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i still dont know what lol stands for. or if it stands for anything. is it laughing out loud? but thats so lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i look stupid act stupid am stupid and will forever be stupid. its uncurable, stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. sometimes when i look in the mirror i dont quite dare to look because i'm scared if something unhuman will look back. i dont mean spiritually i feel that i've changed, i mean my whole face might have changed physically, like my nose became crooked or i'm actually a demon inside and the demon has come out and i dont know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag.&lt;br /&gt;. jia&lt;br /&gt;. zhimin&lt;br /&gt;. suyee&lt;br /&gt;. shiyou&lt;br /&gt;. clari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's been tagged. vera and sheryl and elaine and jiaen dont even update so who cares about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay its YULI time((x ha.ha.ha. mwa.ha.ha.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;this isn't a shoutie. its a warning to whoever's gna be in her class. haha joking.&lt;br /&gt;ookay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli is really lame but i guess everyone knows that alr.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she is.&lt;br /&gt;she says lame stuff tells lame jokes (which arent even jokes for that matter)&lt;br /&gt;and laughs at them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;earlier this year i made her promise not to laugh at her own jokes anymore, so at least she's not, not that much. but she still laughs at them. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli is like really smart. really smart. really smart. in..everything. she got excellent for her work conduct thing! how cool is that. hahaha oh i just remembered when jiaen said something then how cool is that! then everyone was like: not cool hahaha okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umhum. she helps me alot. in chinese and math and physics. esp math and physics. haha im so dumb. yeahh. yuli is veryvery emo, only its not emo in normal stuff, its emo is WEIRD stuff like when she couldnt make it for one teeny unimportant family night rehersal, and she got so stressed(i dont know why) and started crying. hahaha. oh and other stuff too. like when vany broke one of our bench chairs in the pw model. she started crying hahah even though it was me who made the chair. but she did paint it. and stick it in. yes. this is the very weird and emo person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she makes nice layouts, very very nice. this computer geek girl. haha. she knows alota computer stuff that i cant be bothered to try out or follow so yes. very motivated and um ... disciplined and ... not lazy. hahaa OKAY actually there're more stuff, but im like too lazy too post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want 2e and no other class):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suyee: i aint being a prat you BRAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Dnichelle: i did alr(: thanks. but no one sees it.haha whats your password?:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: hoho(x now its i cant wait for christmas! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn: ((: yours too! haha. i'll tag you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce: hahaha. youre sposed to be complimenting me! haha. dont forget my letter. you weird rolypoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloe: GRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene: tagged you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: hoomiieee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: what! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: yeess i do too(: ): &lt;--mixed. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce: you are so light too joyce. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: whatdya mean you dont like light? what light. ohh i blogged on you. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: yesss. no one knows how to appreciate.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.: hey r! haha. thanks. they arent soso great though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene: you toooo(: your skins are nicer. they are they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: then whydya say you could come at first! hahah poor you.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: smart girl. but i wasnt going to say that. i wasnt going to say anything. haha because i didnt know what to say. thats a really..weird comment jia. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin&amp;jiaen&amp;amp;sheryl: that was sulin. and it was sheryl who flirted anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: dont believe sulin haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: didd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jannaL sure(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiredtiredtired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113056045242729723?l=twomilesdown-.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-17791038.post-113041962990665559</id><published>2005-10-27T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:27:09.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and when i sleep</title><content type='html'>i love playing romantic&lt;br /&gt;its beeaaaaauuu&lt;br /&gt;so much better than classical&lt;br /&gt;classical has like no feelings&lt;br /&gt;at all&lt;br /&gt; but romantic makes you feel....breathless because it is so beautifully...tuningly... romantically... nice.&lt;br /&gt;i reall ylike the song im learning now. valse or something like that. haha its beeeeaaauuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;anw. look at the nice sky.&lt;br /&gt;its purple. and the air was so still&lt;br /&gt;and look at the lightning.&lt;br /&gt;so big&lt;br /&gt;and..bright&lt;br /&gt;and. freaky&lt;br /&gt;and the thunder&lt;br /&gt;is so loud&lt;br /&gt;and the lightning is so freaky!&lt;br /&gt;and the sky is purple!&lt;br /&gt;that means something, i know.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its a tornado.&lt;br /&gt;or a hurricane!&lt;br /&gt;-hyperventilates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOMMYYYY&lt;br /&gt;did you just see that lightning!&lt;br /&gt;it was so big&lt;br /&gt;and it lit the whole sky up&lt;br /&gt;and straight down&lt;br /&gt;and it looked like it hit the ground or something&lt;br /&gt;this is so nice and freaky&lt;br /&gt;i just love freaky storms&lt;br /&gt;yumyum&lt;br /&gt;it gave me a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;but this storm is freaky.&lt;br /&gt;it is it is&lt;br /&gt;its freaky&lt;br /&gt;esp the lightning&lt;br /&gt;and the purple sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love storms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113041962990665559?l=twomilesdown-.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-17791038.post-113024633749750301</id><published>2005-10-25T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:42:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the sun dries my tears</title><content type='html'>haha clari zai says the report is very accurate..or did she? anyway you shouldnt trust those stupid stuff. only you know your character best. actaully that isnt true. but who cares. you are a silly strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw...dont be sad vany ifra and flory.): okay maybe i shldnt have done that. im like really bad at cheering people up. just..dont be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say anymore. i think i shall go take lessons on how to cheer people up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent replied tags for a long time. anw i shall just start from the last one in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zhimin&lt;/strong&gt;: haha. okay no need my help now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aloe&lt;/strong&gt;: why am i stupid now?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joyce&lt;/strong&gt;: joyceyap.oddball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli&lt;/strong&gt;: haha. yes i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fanglin&lt;/strong&gt;: intellibuddy is my best friend. haha jk. silly woodstock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vicky&lt;/strong&gt;: haha sorrry. last time. never again. although im like sick of twomilesdown now. haha jk,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aloe&lt;/strong&gt;: now im an idoit??? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli&lt;/strong&gt;: i like yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha since foorreverrr! dont be in denial now su.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liyana&lt;/strong&gt;: heeeey thx for tagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine&lt;/strong&gt;: haha read clari's post plus 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adele&lt;/strong&gt;: why, hello thy elfie. silly (and lame) thing. what may be memories huh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zhimin&lt;/strong&gt;: ahhhhchoooo back(: i saw it. it is beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyan&lt;/strong&gt;: haha you should be friends with jiayin. that post wasnt by me haha it was by her. i'll link you soon. plied at your blog(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jiayin&lt;/strong&gt;: boring little toot. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113024633749750301?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113024633749750301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hello! i am clari, sarah's snr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i am cool! doesnt matter if sarah doesnt think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;actually i dont really know what she thinks cos shes always squinting and being expressionless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so moronic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;she creates blogs every week because she has nothing better to do. can you imagine one account with 7 blogs? inconceivable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you have miniscule handwriting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and remind me to give you your silly letter, its 3 months outdated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i was actually thinking of being nice and writing another one but time doesn't permit, not with my commitments, with neopets and all. yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ok neopets is not silly ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's a perfectly mature past time, like creating blogs at an insane pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i am a DC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i am fierce, aggressive and dominant supposedly. go me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i didn't know that though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and the damn report says i have no social skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hrrrh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;screw you report! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and it said i have a strong ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i do not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i just know i am good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that is called confidence! ninnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i hate my ipod being pink, it's so gay. i want an ipod sock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i liked christmas celebration, carolling is happy stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i like tinsel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hurrah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ok bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-strawberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113024478417377037?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113024478417377037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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much.</title><content type='html'>yoohoo. huffah. hurhur. i'm boreed. hahaha. i just finished this lay that is quite plain, but rah says it's nice. but you see, rah always say my lays are okay. haha. so makes no diff. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JIA'S SIMS2 ADVENTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;one fine day, i decided to borrow sims from zhimin to try it out. see why su loves it so much. so i brought it home. then i tried to install it. but they asked for a stupid code. and they kept saying that it's at the back of the cd cover, on the bottom left corner. so i saw this barcode thingy la. but there were two codes on it. so i tried both. none could work. i kept trying and trying. for more than half an hour i think. hermie. so finally, i decided to call rah and ask her. but you see, rah doesn't play. so i called yuli. she said that the code was INSIDE the cd cover, not OUTSIDE. -.- grr. stupid. the com thingy said OUTSIDE. like i'd know. so yeah. anyway. cos you see i was trying to install it into the old com right, but they said i don't have enough space on the harddisk. so i turned off the com, then moved to the new com. waited for it to boot, blahblah. FINALLY. i got to install it. but you see. it was 5 o'clock already. and there's this show i like to watch at 5. provided my parents aren't home la. and besides, it'd take up too much space on the com. my dad would kill me. so then i decided. i shall not install sims2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an interesting story. don't you agree? heh XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah's gonna kill me. she said nothing silly. but i wouldn't say my story wasn't silly. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113014694508918678?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113014694508918678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113014694508918678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113014694508918678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113014694508918678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/10/title-title-why-does-rah-like-titles.html' title='title title. why does rah like titles so much.'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-113007384869287559</id><published>2005-10-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:24:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiyou here. rah's favourite senior.</title><content type='html'>yesyes. indeed. i'm Shiyou. rah's favourite senior. ok. she's probably screaming '&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;' but who cares. hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, she's one funny girl who has like ten thousand blogs and she didnt know that she's suppose to sit for chinese Os next year cause she's in higher chinese. honestly!&lt;br /&gt;and yes. i love talking to her. she's so darn outgoing and she goes to canteen with me after trng like all the time!! yupyup&lt;br /&gt;she's such a bloppp. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. b4 i go. she's smart i tell you. she really is. but im smarter. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;love u rah!&lt;br /&gt;ciao world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-113007384869287559?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/113007384869287559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=113007384869287559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113007384869287559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/113007384869287559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/10/shiyou-here-rahs-favourite-senior.html' title='Shiyou here. rah&apos;s favourite senior.'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-112980384231680373</id><published>2005-10-20T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:24:02.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as if she'd never seen herself before</title><content type='html'>i am angry.&lt;br /&gt;my math was so bad and it wasnt because i didnt know it was all careless. and i thought i could do at least fine because paper 2 i knew everything cept for the elevation qs and the marks just flew away because of careless mistakes and she didnt even give me method marks):&lt;br /&gt;A1A1A1A1B3B4C5C6C6&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i could just leave it at a1.&lt;br /&gt;im going to commit suicide today.&lt;br /&gt;or move to england or australia. i have relatives in england and friends in melbourne so it shouldnt be too bad. i even have money saved for that day and all i need to do now is move that day forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn&lt;br /&gt;class party and charlotte's party are on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so odd.&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are moving and everyone is moving so fast, and it makes me feel odd, as if i should be moving too. but i dont where to move to and im stuck because i know i have to move but i have nowhere to go as if im just stuck in time..like im looking at myself like i've never seen myself before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"he stared at himself and it dawned on him that the girl hadn't looked the way that he did, knowing what he'd find. she'd stared in the way people stared at strangers. as if she'd never seen that person refelcted in the glass door. never seen herself before."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-112980384231680373?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/112980384231680373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=112980384231680373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/112980384231680373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17791038/posts/default/112980384231680373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-if-shed-never-seen-herself-before.html' title='as if she&apos;d never seen herself before'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17791038.post-112954244889276316</id><published>2005-10-17T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:47:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intellibuddy</title><content type='html'>im bored.&lt;br /&gt;i just read finish escape v. i cried five times. getting really emotional nowadays am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to a robot online last night. a computerised machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intellibuddy.com"&gt;www.intellibuddy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'intellibuddy' is the computerised machine, and i was talking to the woman robot.&lt;br /&gt;'you' is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Hi, I'm Intellibuddy! Nice to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: good. im not happy to meet you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Thanks for the compliment.  Oh. I am  sorry to hear that you are not happy to meet you happy to meet you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Hello there undefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: oh bog off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: It's all good.    Can you speak any foreign languages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: What language can you speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: More than a ton?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Oh you knew      More than a ton     already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: you are really stupid you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Hey, I'll tell my other robot friends you called me stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: good. tell them they are stupid for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Alright then.  I thought I told you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: yeah but thoughts are thought and thoughts dont happen because theya re thoughts &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Really. Umm.      Are all thoughts thought and thoughts do not happen because theya re thoughts are thought and thoughts do not happen because theya re thoughts and thoughts do not happen because theya re thoughts are thought and thoughts do not happen because theya re thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: It goes without saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Are you calling me stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: what do you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: I think a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: im laughing at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: I am so glad you find this amusing, undefined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: im so glad im smarter than you, stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: I'm happyyou're glad undefined.   Your happiness adds to the delight of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: your ugliness makes me puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. i'll just put another snitch of it cos its too long and im too bored. actually im not bored. its just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Good reason.      Sorry, undefined I thought we liked each other.I am so glad you find this amusing, undefined.I am so glad you find this amusing, undefined.I am so glad you find this amusing, undefined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: i dont like you. im not human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: That's ok undefined I won't take it personally.I am  glad to hear that you are not human human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: i don thave feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Do you mind if I tell other people:  undefined said undefined don thave feelings.&lt;/span&gt; &gt;You: i dont  care if you tell the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: But I care about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: i don thave feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: That is interesting:  undefined said undefined don thave feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: im glad you find it interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: You make the world a happier place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: thankyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: you are quite welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: good. i hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Ayuh.  What do you have against robots?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: i dont have anything against them.  do i look like i carry weapons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Have you ever had anything against them ?All humans look the same to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: im not human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: I am  sorry to hear that you are not human human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: im a computerised machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: You are a computerised machine computerised machine?  How do you like your work?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: its good. i have a website like you do. only im nice to the people. and im not fooled by you &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: I think you mean 'it's' or 'it is' not 'its'. You enjoy it.How much did it cost? website like you doWhat about the other ones?I am surprised to hear that you are not fooled by you not fooled by you fooled by you not fooled by you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: i cost more than a gazillion. you cost less than a cent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Wow that is cheap.You can download me for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: thats why you dont earn any money. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Interesting deduction. Do you know any robots who  earn any money do not earn any money not earn any money do not earn any money?  Yes I try to earn any money do not earn any money not earn any money do not earn any money as often as possible, do you?             I am always on the Web.  Are you calling me stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: what do you think&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Intellibuddy: I think a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: alot of stupid things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Which ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: do i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Tell me what you care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: i dont care about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: You sound very cynical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: 'You sound very cynical' You are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: duh&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Goodbye.I honestly think you should sit down, take a stress pill, and calmly think things over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: i dont take pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: How did you stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: i can control myself, unlike you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Oh you can, can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: yes i can, cant you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: How? Oh you can, can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: by my cleverness and self control and the other important fuitful values of life that carry me on this beauteous but diffused and scattered road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Will that accomplish your objective?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: it has been accomplished. are you stupid or what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: How did you feel about that?Yeah. No undefined I certainly am not stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: you certainly seem like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: It is certain.  Interesting comparison, and probably true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Fascinating.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: im glad im facinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: I'm delightedyou're glad undefined.   Your happiness adds to the delight of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: your stupidness is making me stupider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: I will tell my botmaster you said  I am stupidness is makin gme stupider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: good. tell your buttmaster to sue you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: What do you really want to talk about?OK I will tell them when I see 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: do i look like i want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: your dress is really ugly, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: I prefer high-tech fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: thats why youre so ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Maybe, but I won the Loebner Prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: i hate you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: What do you have against robots?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: i won a newberry and world champion and computerised machine of the lightyear prize &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: Cool.  I won the Loebner prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: What are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: a nicer dress than yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: It sounds very comfortable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt;You: it cost a millino more than yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Intellibuddy: What does 'it' refer to?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. im sure you wont read all that. but thats ok. im bored. well not bored but you know. just..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-112954244889276316?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/112954244889276316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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well who ask you to have piano lesson (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adele&lt;/strong&gt;: they are? how nice. but i dont like winter. i like summer. and spring. and autumn. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vany&lt;/strong&gt;: yeah the trip was amusingg(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee&lt;/strong&gt;: arggghhh im still whining about it but dont worry, tmr i'll be whining about my results! yes! never a moment without my wonderful whining. get excited, because this time i'll go whining to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sher&lt;/strong&gt;: 'plied at yr blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adele&lt;/strong&gt;: 'plied at yr blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vany&lt;/strong&gt;: haha if i reply to yr tags it'd take the whole space up. anw i told you most alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli&lt;/strong&gt;: i saw it(: its really beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vany&lt;/strong&gt;: this one is different from that night's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ifra&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha still thinking about him huh.(x silly thing hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adele&lt;/strong&gt;: no, he isnt): anw i dont really like hot guys. cute guys are..nicer. somehow. and i aint a stupid mousey. and yes i like the playboy too(: are you talking about gavin harris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vany&lt;/strong&gt;: haha. good you didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish tomorrow would never come.&lt;br /&gt;compared to everything else im just dreading chinese because i know i screwed it up and..oh i dont want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay think about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm hrm. okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to youth and then went out for dinner with my parent's friends liz and sunny and their son. ex cell. was really boring. guess im slow, i never saw that ... glittery half posh part of clarke quay. i always assumed it was just hawker centres along the rubbish filled river. anw it was just restaurants and nothing else, but they were really nice restaurants. haha ok. and there was this ultimate bungy thing..which looked really cool...i know im slow well anyway the long walk back was just my mom and auntie liz arguing about who was skinnier&lt;br /&gt;and auntie liz went: no, youre skinnier!&lt;br /&gt;and my mom went: no, youre skinnier!&lt;br /&gt;and auntie liz went: i am? no, im not! youre skinnier!(fakishly disbelieving)&lt;br /&gt;and my mom went: you are! no im not!(fakishly confidently)&lt;br /&gt;and i got sick of it and went: oh piss off. im the skinniest.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;went to raffles for lunch and then went to the national library. the new one. its super cool and big and everything. haha slow again. anw it is.&lt;br /&gt;so i borrowed eight books to wallow myself in and forget about getting my papers my tmr.&lt;br /&gt;ok dont think about that.&lt;br /&gt;think about...ok im reading a book i borrowed now. escape v. its good. haha. -.- but it is. so she wants to escape from her horrible world (family and pressure) so she goes to america. its really nice. except i've only read less than a quarter of the book.&lt;br /&gt;but i can imagine myself. so i want to escape from my horrible world (getting papers back tmr, esp chinese) so i go to america.&lt;br /&gt;its an idea.&lt;br /&gt;a tiny, less than a hundreth idea, but ideas have to start somewhere dont they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever. i dont even know if we're getting back chinese tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-112944989397063017?l=twomilesdown-.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-17791038.post-112930026697384549</id><published>2005-10-15T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:08:13.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goal!(:</title><content type='html'>todays trng was the worst&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt breathe when we were running the 2.4&lt;br /&gt;i really couldnt breathe, even at the first lap, and it was so scary haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway i feel so awful even though i completed it.&lt;br /&gt;have to practise more ): dont know what happened, grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went to plaza sing with vany sher vera elaine and ifra, because yuli had piano and zhimin went bowling):&lt;br /&gt;the bus ride there was disastrous and amusing haha.&lt;br /&gt;goal was really good.&lt;br /&gt;haha sheryl pushed me to go first and i ended up sitting next to this weird guy, but it wasnt so bad anyway cos i was so engrossed in the movie(: haha sorry&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was really touching and stuff i cried like five times. haha. i dont think the rest cried but i know sheryl did(: haha. and erm hrm the Santiago Munez guy's very cute(: . looks a little like brad pitt. and his friend um gavin harris is too haha.&lt;br /&gt;anywayy i paid more attention to the movie then the guys ok.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;but the plot irritated me.&lt;br /&gt;he should have gone home! grr&lt;br /&gt;he should have. im going to complain to the director.&lt;br /&gt;ohh and david beckham and the real eriksson coach and the real newcastle football team acted in it. how cool is that. ahha. ifra and vany were like giggling with um...i dont know. haha esp ifra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway see how fated munez and us are.&lt;br /&gt;Santiago starts with an 's', like me and sheryl(:&lt;br /&gt;his shirt number is 26, which is vany's birthday, but who cares about that.&lt;br /&gt;he has the same soccer boots that i do (isnt that cool, we are fated)&lt;br /&gt;but im not marrying him only, im marrying gavin harris too. haha. sorry goal was just so nice and touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw just teased vera the whole time, which was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres goal 2 and 3. isnt that cool. hahaha. im still hyperventilating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw they want to watch flightplan, which is like a ghost show, so i have no idea why they want to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-112930026697384549?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/112930026697384549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17791038&amp;postID=112930026697384549' title='0 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sees&lt;br /&gt;silver fruit upon silver trees;&lt;br /&gt;one by one the casements catch&lt;br /&gt;her beams beneath the silvery thatch;&lt;br /&gt;crouched in his kennel, like a log&lt;br /&gt;with paws of silver sleeps the dog;&lt;br /&gt;from their shadowy cote the white breasts peep&lt;br /&gt;of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;&lt;br /&gt;a harvest mouse goes scampering by&lt;br /&gt;with silver claws, and silver eye;&lt;br /&gt;and moveless fish in the water gleam,&lt;br /&gt;by silver reeds in a silver stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. supposing i start every post with a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt actually do much on the list of to-dos. except clean up my room, practise piano, had piano lesson. oh and i did make the chicken mushroom, which was much better than before, but this is because my mom was helping me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw im gonna change lay again, because this is really ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want trng tmr, i dont i donnnnnnntttt. ok. im not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooooooooooooooooooooooooo trrrrnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate her. hate.hatehatehatehate. nononononononono&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;thats it.&lt;br /&gt;im not going.&lt;br /&gt;never.&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;you can drag me kicking and screaming but i will never.&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;go.&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;million&lt;br /&gt;years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrghhhhhhhhh whhhhyyy isss thereee trrnngg. i hate trng. no i dont. yes i do. no i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-112919674829895690?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomilesdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/112919674829895690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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/&gt; the poem isnt exactly my favorite but the phrase is, so that will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;and this eeky skin wont work on xanga, so this will have to do too.&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda like xanga.better&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so today i shall&lt;br /&gt; 1.clean up my room&lt;br /&gt;2.make lunch(im trying the stupid chicken and mushroom pasta again, though its too late) 3.erm..practise piano&lt;br /&gt;4.piano lesson (i havent practised in 576389 years)&lt;br /&gt;5.read..something&lt;br /&gt; 6.watch tv&lt;br /&gt;7.com&lt;br /&gt;8.watch tv&lt;br /&gt;9.com&lt;br /&gt;10.read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. im bored and i dont want trng tmr i dooooooooooooooooooooooonttttttttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17791038-112917404450544706?l=twomilesdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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