<?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-17353766</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:53:12.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_,.~^* |_IFE !sh H3|| F0R t!s Lil D3^|l *^~,._</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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update..&lt;br /&gt;life's repetitive.. my sis is near 9 months old.. she sits on her rolling chair and ROLL ALL OVER THE HOUSE. thats annoying. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyone interested in seeing her can always pop by my house =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-4272012570503021647?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/4272012570503021647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=4272012570503021647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/4272012570503021647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/4272012570503021647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-blog-is-soooo-dead.html' title='this blog is soooo dead~'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-1089669478087220718</id><published>2008-09-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:39:56.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, started to think of sec sch life again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems so hard just to meet up. i know its excuse, but it really is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everythin, everyone ive ever encountered in my sec sch life.. i swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe nt all teachers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still miss all frens/closefrens/schmates frm OPSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear man id kill myself to get that kinda life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna speak hwever i wanna speak, do wadever i wanna do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my frens =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss chatting on the phone, i think ive lost the ability to chat incessively&lt;br /&gt;if u were to talk to me nw, i cant think of wad to talk about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the old me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him even more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them the most &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-1089669478087220718?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/1089669478087220718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>okok i know its been like donkey years since ive updated this blog T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friggin lazy =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. gawd =[ damit man i nidda retake IOchem AGAIN =[ its like the subj i studied the hardest for and yet i need to retake this retard module.. sigh =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, life's chaotic, dunno whr to start =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. u know u can always call me =x LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;3 my frens =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-320919973361926215?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/320919973361926215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=320919973361926215' title='0 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-1494094192166916620?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/1494094192166916620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=1494094192166916620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/1494094192166916620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/1494094192166916620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/07/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-3734497081880262553</id><published>2008-07-06T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:04:16.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'ll not be shaken. says:&lt;br /&gt;i think what's going on in her mind is " oh ya.. i'm filmed, do i need to smile ? but i dont have teeth sia! ok la.. i think i cry prettier "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# manDa ` [ '--'] ['--' ] [ . _ . ] ["- ] [ -"] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# manDa ` [ '--'] ['--' ] [ . _ . ] ["- ] [ -"] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL AGAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-3734497081880262553?l=mydiiary--.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-17353766.post-6227330313691534086</id><published>2008-07-06T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:37:04.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZO9GUoBx_QA"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZO9GUoBx_QA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-6227330313691534086?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/6227330313691534086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=6227330313691534086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6227330313691534086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6227330313691534086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-1063038693328122749</id><published>2008-07-06T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:30:51.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooo!! look at the vid =x</title><content type='html'>=D faye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=day19.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/day19.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=day19d.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/day19d.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=day19e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/day19e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=day19f.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/day19f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=day20b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/day20b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=day20c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/day20c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=day16b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/day16b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=day16c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/day16c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-1063038693328122749?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/1063038693328122749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=1063038693328122749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/1063038693328122749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/1063038693328122749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/07/wooo-look-at-vid-x.html' title='wooo!! look at the vid =x'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-5313451567585595332</id><published>2008-06-22T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:48:18.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=day6a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/day6a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=day6b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/day6b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=day6c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/day6c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-5313451567585595332?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/5313451567585595332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=5313451567585595332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/5313451567585595332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/5313451567585595332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/06/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-6744695263647074277</id><published>2008-06-19T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:34:38.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dun treat me so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i think im startin to fall in &lt;3 with u even if i dun know u =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-6744695263647074277?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/6744695263647074277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=6744695263647074277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6744695263647074277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6744695263647074277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/06/dun-treat-me-so-well-cuz-i-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-6832261882621522710</id><published>2008-06-18T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:47:40.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=17062008445.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/17062008445.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=18062008447.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/18062008447.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=18062008448.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/18062008448.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd Faye Koh Li Wen is always sleeping ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she wakes up only 4 hrs a day for feeding ... =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard to see her open her eyes =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but her eyes gt one keep tearing and another the white part red red one T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x puny beanbag ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-6832261882621522710?l=mydiiary--.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-17353766.post-5350318586781337740</id><published>2008-06-16T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:35:33.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16062008443.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xpandababyx/16062008443.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my very 1st photo placed in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my new born sis who was born in the afternoon =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super small 3KG beanbag =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-5350318586781337740?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/5350318586781337740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=5350318586781337740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/5350318586781337740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/5350318586781337740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/06/imghttpi39.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-6183009163245702342</id><published>2008-06-15T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:28:43.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok ytd i had a super sad dream =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know today sharon's gg away from singapore and never coming back, and ytd in my dreams i dreamt that i cried in opss.. for some reason we were all in opss, den i was crying.. and i didnt know whether to call sharon or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz for one simple reason, if i speak to sharon i will cry cuz i so she bu de her to go =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im not gna say anythin anymore cuz i think im gna cry again =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharon pls remember to email and send more photos of u and the cute guys thr &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay happy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-6183009163245702342?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/6183009163245702342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=6183009163245702342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6183009163245702342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6183009163245702342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-ytd-i-had-super-sad-dream-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-3056054113787196362</id><published>2008-05-30T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:50:45.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zzz stupid blogger juz made me rewrite whatever i wanna write again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what happened ytd~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was playin maple and my dad came in for the 1st time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked how many computers i wanna use cuz i on 2 comps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz continued playing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after a while he came in again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ WO BU SHI GEN NI JIANG BU YAO ZAI WAN ZHE GE GAME LER LORS! NI WEI SHE ME HAI WAN! BU YAO TING HAR?! ZHANG DA LE BU TING HUA HORS! NI YAO WAN JIU GEI NI WAN GE GOU! ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den he plugged out my internet connection switch while i was going to get my 1.5k leafs back from my fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-3056054113787196362?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/3056054113787196362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=3056054113787196362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/3056054113787196362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/3056054113787196362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/05/zzz-stupid-blogger-juz-made-me-rewrite.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-9166670135287353337</id><published>2008-05-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:40:32.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LET ME STATE SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the girls~&lt;br /&gt;if u hear sumthin abt ur bestie galpal u will tell her rite? i mean cmon la. u wun say mehs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SERIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;I DUN CARE ABT WHAT U THINK CUZ I SAW THE KINDA PERSON YOU ARE LIKE. DUN BE SO LIDAT CAN OR NOT =.= ITS REALLY HARD TO REMAIN FRENS IF U KEEP ON BEING SUCH AN IDIOT. BADMOUTHING PEOPLE TO OTHER PEOPLE IS SUCH A BITCH THING. STOP ACTING LIKE A BITCH WHEN U HAVE A ****. YOU WANNA GO AFTER A FINE! BUT STOP PESTERING A WHEN A HAS ALREADY STATED A'S MIND. WHATEVER A'S REASONS IS REALLY DOESNT CONCERN U. AND YOU DUN HAVE TO B SO SENSITIVE ABOUT EVERY LITTLE SHYT. NOT BEING ABLE TO PICK UP ALSO GT WRONG AR ! WTF SIA. ALSO PLS GO GET ANOTHER CONFIDANTE IF U CANT TAKE ME ANYMORE I REALLY DUN CARE. EVEN MY MOM THINKS THAT YOU NID TO GET MORE FRENS. BEING TOO DEPENDENT ON 1 PERSON IS NO GOOD. YOU CANT KEEP COMING TO ME FOR EVERYTHING YOU KNOW. IF YOU THINK THAT I TELL UR STUFF TO OTHER PEOPLE DEN FINE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE MOVE AND ILL BLOW UR HEAD OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP ANNOYING ME AND FUCK OFF MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF U HATE WHAT I DO DEN HATE ME FOR WHO I AM FOR ALL I CARE&lt;br /&gt;THIS POST IS TO EVERYONE WHO CALLS ME AND TELLS ME STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THE BITCH AND BASTARD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-9166670135287353337?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/9166670135287353337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=9166670135287353337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/9166670135287353337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/9166670135287353337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-me-state-something-to-girls-if-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-6277479701843404749</id><published>2008-05-19T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:17:29.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves&lt;br /&gt;- bloggers tagged need to write on their on blog about their ten things and post the rules.&lt;br /&gt;- at the end of your blog you need to choose 10 people you`re going to tag and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;- dont forget to comment on their site that they`re tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I LOVE MY PAENTS!&lt;br /&gt;2) I LOVE SUSHI, MUSIC, TALKING, SLACKING, CUTE STUFF AND SLEEPING!!&lt;br /&gt;3) I SOMETIMES DREAM THAT IM FLYING WHILE PLAYING BLOCK CATCHING AT MY GRANDMA'S HOUSE WITH MY COUSINS =X  *flap flap flap fly!!*&lt;br /&gt;4) I LOVE MY MAPLE FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;5) I LOVE MY FRIENDS! ESP PAM JO JM WJ YL VERON CM AND THE BUNCHA GUYS =D&lt;br /&gt;6) I LOVE SHOPPING AND HANGING OUT WITH THE GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;7) I SOMETIMES THINK TOO MUCH AND HAVE LOTS OF IDEAS!&lt;br /&gt;8) I MISS MY MATEYS!!&lt;br /&gt;9) I HATE PPLE WHO ANNOY ME AND MY BROTHER!&lt;br /&gt;10) I AM LAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILL SPARE THEM LARHS! AIYO!! SO CHAM ONE! IF I LIDAT THEY WUN COME BACK AND READ!! =X AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-6277479701843404749?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/6277479701843404749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=6277479701843404749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6277479701843404749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6277479701843404749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/05/rules-each-blogger-starts-with-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-6263734629691063803</id><published>2008-05-14T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:20:16.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to yongzhen&lt;br /&gt;i am doing this~ =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) At what age do you wish to be married?&lt;br /&gt;anytime after 23, but i dun wanna face the same person for like the rest of my life =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 buddies you'd take and why?&lt;br /&gt;i would take pam jo n mark cuz they will make my life less miserable =x but den they will have to suffer with me rofl =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;so many lehs T.T but mainly egypt =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you can have 1 dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA BE ABLE TO MEET THE BSB AND SPEND LOTS OF TIME WITH THEM =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;can you? materialistic world =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;people related to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If you win $1 Million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;save half, spend 50k and split the 450k among my frens n family =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;erm depends.. scary lehs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly know her!! but shes kinda happy looking =x and seems like a great person =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What is your dream GIRL/BOY?&lt;br /&gt;DREAMS ARE MEANT TO BE KEPT SECRETS SO THEY CAN BE WISHES THAT WILL COME TRUE!! SHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What kind of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;people who are considered a nuisance to me =x esp *** people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) If you are given the chance to go back to the past and make a difference, will you?&lt;br /&gt;duh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Unconditional Love, what does it means to you?&lt;br /&gt;*copies yz* giving love w/o expecting returns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Any wisdom to share with your readers.&lt;br /&gt;... its wise of u to stop reading from here on =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) If there's ever a war(or things that are similar) happening in your place, are you going to move to a safer place or fight?&lt;br /&gt;ILL FIGHT TO THE VERY END!! that is if i can =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) If you have the chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What's your weakest point?&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Think of the person who tagged you to do this quiz. What song do you relate him/her to?&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhh 0.o YZ WHAT SONG U WAN? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What is the one thing you regret most?&lt;br /&gt;i regret sayin stuff that didnt go through my brain ? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Name people who you want them to do this question.&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin&lt;br /&gt;Nydia&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;Weijie&lt;br /&gt;Yiling&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-6263734629691063803?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/6263734629691063803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=6263734629691063803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6263734629691063803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6263734629691063803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-to-yongzhen-i-am-doing-this-x-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-5978367444590751332</id><published>2008-05-04T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:34:47.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately ive been blowing my friends away cuz of projects and stuff.. IM REAL SORRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and ive also been doin sum day dreaming.. well its day dreaming cuz i was suppose to be studying.. anyways i realise ive always been the same situation since forever.. Close friends will know what i'm talking about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I always fail to see whats happening and only notice it when it's gone =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda sad to know that it always happens and I've let it slipped quite a few times, i seriously think that this is becoming a habit =.= i mean its like at least 4 times? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ edit ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK THIS IS STARTING TO ANNOY ME =.= BLOGGER KEEPS EDITING MY POSTS AND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE SUM CRAPPY LUMP OF BULLSHIT !! ITS LIKE IT CUTS SHORT MY POSTS AND SCREWS EM UP =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna stop here =.= lazy liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-5978367444590751332?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/5978367444590751332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=5978367444590751332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/5978367444590751332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/5978367444590751332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmmm-lately-ive-been-blowing-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-4531560258526716252</id><published>2008-05-03T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:58:16.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;you dont know how much i miss you with each passing day =[ even though i dont show it but it really is hard to keep it to myself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;LOOKING FORWARD TO SEE YOU THIS SATURDAY AH MAH =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Great, my brother is pissing me off.. and i hate *****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop annoying me will you zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its all just me =.= i swear i have a problem..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-4531560258526716252?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/4531560258526716252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=4531560258526716252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/4531560258526716252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/4531560258526716252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-dont-know-how-much-i-miss-you-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-6928623041409742414</id><published>2008-05-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:33:48.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril's Why</title><content type='html'>Why, do you always do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why, couldn't you just see through me?&lt;br /&gt;How come, you act like this&lt;br /&gt;Like you just don't care at all&lt;br /&gt;Do you expect me to believe I was the only one to fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel, I can feel you near me, even though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;I can feel, I can feel you baby, why&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are you and me still together?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, do you think we could last forever?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, listen to what we're not saying&lt;br /&gt;Let's play, a different game than what we're playing&lt;br /&gt;Try, to look at me and really see my heart&lt;br /&gt;Do you expect me to believe I'm gonna let us fall apart?&lt;br /&gt;I can feel, I can feel you near me, even when you're far away&lt;br /&gt;I can feel, I can feel you baby, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are you and me still together?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, you think we could last forever?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go and think about whatever you need to think about&lt;br /&gt;Go on and dream about whatever you need to dream about&lt;br /&gt;And come back to me when you know just how you feel, you feel&lt;br /&gt;I can feel, I can feel you near me, even though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;I can feel, I can feel you baby, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are you and me still together?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, do you think we could last forever?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-6928623041409742414?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/6928623041409742414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=6928623041409742414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6928623041409742414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6928623041409742414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/05/avrils-why.html' title='Avril&apos;s Why'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-1992999946937116634</id><published>2008-05-01T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:56:22.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pls dun think it is you =.=</title><content type='html'>hmm today went out with adonis n pam, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bloody lovebirds&lt;/span&gt; again~ =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i felt like soooo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dian deng pao&lt;/span&gt;.. so i tried to call &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;darren, roy n cyrus&lt;/span&gt;.. but they all rejected my offer of gg to play pool.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEN WHEN PAM CALLED CYRUS HE SAID OK!! BIAS MUCH!&lt;/span&gt; anw den when we reached OCC we saw &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yongwei shareezal(oops) n farhan&lt;/span&gt; =] oh ya i called yw before we went but he nvr pick his phone.. den so coincidentally he was swimming at OCC with the guys xD so so qiao when we went in we saw them =x anw~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after an hour or so we saw more OPSS people comin in!! alex seet jerren and their frens xDD hmmm... but what was disappointing was that after i came out of the toilet i saw sumthin which i shouldnt have seen =[ i juz hate that fact la &gt;&lt; adonis ="D" lurhs ="]" unbelievable ="x" it ="DDDDDDD" color="#ff0000"&gt;HE TRASHED ME IN BOTH ROUNDS LURHS!!&lt;/span&gt; but it was fun plaing with him =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to NP's food court, pam n i didnt eat =] we ate mac which was so filling~ hmmm after that we went to and tried on caps XD cyrus wanted a pink one =D after lunch we splitted up, those who went home. we accompanied cyrus to get his hair cut, but instead he juz got it styled for friggin 20 bucks =.= lame la!! cut like nvr cut lidat =.= before that we took a look at cute little hamsters and dogs n bunnies, and we thought that a parrot which was standing at the pet shop door was fake =.= scared the shyt outta me when it said hello to me f5f5 !! we also took lots of photos but it seems that i cant get another good shot like yesterdays' =[ so upset =[ and i scared pam adonis n cyrus with my little surprise lols!! i actually wanted to fake punch cyrus face de but ite i held back.. den it looked very very odd =x for dinner, we went to eat at khatib's coffeeshop.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE WORST WONTON MEE EVER!! &lt;/span&gt;hate it =.= den si adonis n cyrus ask me to walk the dark stretch of road alone =.= why dun let me use the overhead bridge instead!! =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you know i missed you so much =[ look forward to seeing u =] but pls hope that we get to talk to each other the next time =[ the last time i went out with u u also nvr talk much.. so sad =[ pls take a photo with me next time arr! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no words can explain how i feel of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordin Sparks - Next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two 'o clock and I wish that I was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;You're in my head like a song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I got to get next to you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got to get next to you&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here turning minutes into hours&lt;br /&gt;To find the nerve&lt;br /&gt;just to call you on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;You don't know that I got to get next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were friends&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just my imagination&lt;br /&gt;But I see you stare just a little too long&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me start to wonder&lt;br /&gt;So baby call me crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I think you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I, Maybe I&lt;br /&gt;Just got to get next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked around and I heard that you were talking&lt;br /&gt;Told my girl that you thought I was out of your league&lt;br /&gt;What a fool, I got to get next to you, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's five in the morning and I can't go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wish, yeah I wish that you knew what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Baby let's get together and end this mystery, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were friends&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just my imagination&lt;br /&gt;But I see you stare just a little too long&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me start to wonder&lt;br /&gt;So baby call me crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I think you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I, Maybe I&lt;br /&gt;Just got to get next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?&lt;br /&gt;How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?&lt;br /&gt;How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?&lt;br /&gt;How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?&lt;br /&gt;How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, to want to get next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were friends&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just my imagination&lt;br /&gt;But I see you stare just a little too long&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me start to wonder&lt;br /&gt;So baby call me crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I think you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Baby call me crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I know you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I, Maybe I&lt;br /&gt;Just got to get next to you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeahI got to get next to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-1992999946937116634?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/1992999946937116634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=1992999946937116634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/1992999946937116634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/1992999946937116634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/05/pls-dun-think-it-is-you.html' title='pls dun think it is you =.='/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-1953283506675377614</id><published>2008-04-30T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:35:17.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYS!! Went to eat Sakae with Pam SY n Adonis today =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chou si yuan keep suaning me zzzzzzzzz pam n adonis were soo loving =D =x&lt;br /&gt;anw yays to tml!! LABOUR DAY HOLIDAY!1 YAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ive gt nothin to blog except that today was a pretty fun day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** that boy is soo innocent and cute =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-1953283506675377614?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/1953283506675377614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=1953283506675377614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/1953283506675377614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/1953283506675377614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/04/yays-went-to-eat-sakae-with-pam-sy-n.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-4659803501627595215</id><published>2008-04-27T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:49:50.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MY BIGGEST WISH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TO MEET THE BSB LIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AND GET TO SING WITH THEM =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-4659803501627595215?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/4659803501627595215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=4659803501627595215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/4659803501627595215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/4659803501627595215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-biggest-wish-is-to-meet-bsb-live-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-3951078462285690286</id><published>2008-04-26T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:13:01.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Yesterday was a pretty gd day =D&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; I SAW SEET!!&lt;/span&gt; Yays!! Long time no see larhs! =DD hes still so cute =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But sumone ruined my day by telling me another truth =[&lt;/span&gt; but its ok =] I nvr tot it would happen anw.. I have nvr thought abt it =] having a friend is better than losing one you know =x so keeping up old frenships is a good thing to do once in a while =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today, I’ve met up with Sharon Jiamin Yiling Weijie Shukai =D its like long time no see lorhs..!! so totally miss them =[ and sharon’s gg back to Indo again =[ will miss her lar!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat Swensens [[ how to spell pls ]] den after we ate &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JIAMIN LOST HER WALLET T.T&lt;/span&gt; its like a frantic search to find her wallet !! In the end we figured sumone pickpocketed her and stole her wallet. Anw its hard to retrieve it cuz inside gt a lot of money.. like 90++ bucks =.= den inside gt cards and stuff.. And jiamin gt like so agitated and paranoid that the pickpocket is sum weird/lunantic/psycopatic/whatever and shes so scared that the guy will go SP and start to like pull down her reputation and stuff.. rofl dam farnie =x &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no offence jiamin!! Dun think too much really~ it will be fine =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Den Adonis felt sad and called me =[&lt;/span&gt; nvm its ok Adonis =] poly life is different~ den I quarreled with my mom. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I mean she like dun let me go out one on one with a guy.&lt;/span&gt; WHATS WRONG WITH THAT?! Dorts =.= next time ill juz say that im goin out with a bunch of gurls~ so easy zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADIES PLS MEET UP AGAIN FOR A MOVIE =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SHARON WE’LL MISS YOU =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-3951078462285690286?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/3951078462285690286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=3951078462285690286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/3951078462285690286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/3951078462285690286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-6760683251794577852</id><published>2008-04-24T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:33:45.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;ITS ALIVEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-6760683251794577852?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/6760683251794577852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=6760683251794577852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6760683251794577852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6760683251794577852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-aliveeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-81063727252290963</id><published>2008-04-24T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:24:20.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok.. finally I gt the brain to blog another time =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been soooo long since ive last blogged.. I know I said I was going to blog my &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[[ Thank Yous List ]]&lt;/span&gt; but im so sorry &gt;&lt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; just too lazy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I’ve been thinking for a while and I realized &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I really love secondary school life a lot !&lt;/span&gt; I mean seriously, close friends who go out with me a lot will know that I;m the kind of person who worries over what to wear forever~ and now that I’m In poly, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really cant be bothered anymore~&lt;/span&gt; sheesh! And whats more, I cant come online as often anymore.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My dad says mapling is useless~&lt;/span&gt; like what does he know. I mean I maple because my frens are spending time with me. To me, it’s a form of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;“spending time with frens”&lt;/span&gt; kinda thing.. and also I &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dun have to face reality&lt;/span&gt; once im inside cuz, I mean most of the people who play games will know that once ur playing u can do whatever u want =] and that is sumthin which I cant do in real life~ summore, when im playing I tend to talk to more people.. seriously~ looking at my msn list, theres always at least 15 people online but I talk to none of them omgg? But in maple, I dun know why but I juz will talk to the people on my buddy list. Its just a natural thing, cuz once I go on ill just like say “ Hi all~” but u cant do that on msn =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok enuff of maple~ =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I MISS MY FRENS LURHS!! Pls meet up one day and eat sushi with me =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I MISS GOING SHOPPING WITH JIAMIN N CHENMIN LAA~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I miss talking to Adonis and Pamela and Sam till late at nite =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss seeing Siyuan in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I miss gossiping in class =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I miss going to the toilet ever so often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I miss making music with Sharon~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I miss going for recess with Jiamin Zulaikha Veronica~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I miss Huiling and company’s jokes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss looking at the guys play bball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I miss knowing Sam and Ben for the first time =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss constantly tryin to go for choir practices!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being in choir!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I miss singing with the choir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I miss making noise during choir camps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting in the parade square with Yiling and Weijie and having fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out with Jing Hang once in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss staying back in school to hang out with frens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I miss not having to walk arnd the whole school just to find a seat and eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I miss cheap food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss not worrying about what to wear everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I miss being able to slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss secondary school life =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;of my life~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian~ I miss chatting with aloy zul and the other people.. I miss chatting with roy Darren weiming and the rest.. I miss sharing food with everyone else in the class =[ I miss being able to talk to everyone =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my poly class is sooooo not together.. There are so many different cliques..&lt;br /&gt;But one very weird thing is that I always manage to find people who look like my friends =] Resemblence in everyone =x&lt;br /&gt;What I miss most is going to school with Khabir, Alex, Pam, Siyuan, Sharon and others den stopping by ABC to buy sweets =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I’ve been chatting with Sam recently =] hes a great guy lurhs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven been chatting with Adonis for a long time =[ pls call when u free horhs f3f3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok I wanna write so much more but!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM LAZY =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-81063727252290963?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/81063727252290963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=81063727252290963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/81063727252290963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/81063727252290963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-2550945647613784054</id><published>2008-02-12T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:02:58.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this CNY ive only done a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited sum relatives =) happy to see that they are well and smiling a lot lols. come to think of it, nothin has changed for like 8 years, whenever my family visit their house. i rmb when i was younger i would go to their house and sit on the floor in front of the tv. below the tv theres this collection of toys, pretty interesting for old people to have this collection lols. and 8 years later im still the same. i mean everythin is still the same, we would go to their house to visit, sit down for a cup of orange juice and eat junk food.. chat a little and stuff.. but things are gonna be different soon =( life and death is part and parcel in everyone's lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den this year we changed the "bunking" avenue lols, we stayed at our grandma's house this year instead. cuz this year is different. my family dont have a maid anymore, and as sum of u guys know my mom is expecting.. 4th month ler. so yaya she cant handle the house being dirty for 3 days.. and since we have no maid. ok im making no sense =x hmmm... in my grandma's house, my cousins and i have chionged computer for like 3 days.. omg man... lols but this year was less chionging than last year lols cuz this year i will sleep at 3 and wake up at 11 and continue to play again, but last year i didnt sleep at all f3f3 no wastage 2x =x ahh and FINALLY the oldest cousin in my family brought back his girlfriend =) if im not wrong his gf's name is lynnz? nice name =) yays and im happy to see his brother's gf, peiling, again =) muahahahs getting prettier lehs !! theyve been tgt for very long lerr.. cute couple laaa =x i wish she will b my da sao =x izit da sao? or sum other name... ahh juz wish she will be part of our family =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better go c the doc or ill cough my lungs out sheesh =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm so many stuff have happened, so many lols that i dont know where to start.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill start blogging again lols.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone out there are feeling ok xD not ill and enjoying ur life xD hmmm oh ya sigh sch's gonna open soon.. in abt 1-2 months if im nt wrong? sobs!! my gal frens will know why im sobbing for lols =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this year will be different..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-2550945647613784054?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/2550945647613784054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=2550945647613784054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/2550945647613784054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/2550945647613784054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-6337986518280160328</id><published>2008-01-05T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T15:52:55.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLEASE DO NOT EVER RESTRAIN ME FROM SCOLDING SUMONE OR ILL SCOLD U INSTEAD&lt;br /&gt;biyatch n bastard&lt;br /&gt;dam fuucked up week&lt;br /&gt;pisseddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;DUN ASK ME TO EXPLAIN TO U ANYTHIN UNLESS U CAN HELP&lt;br /&gt;fuck off u asshole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-6337986518280160328?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/6337986518280160328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=6337986518280160328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6337986518280160328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/6337986518280160328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2008/01/please-do-not-ever-restrain-me-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-8696943406178647150</id><published>2007-12-21T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:08:38.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geez its been abt a month since ive last blogged.. T.T I feel sooooooooo mush like an idiot..&lt;br /&gt;I dun know why I did it but.. I think I got influenced or sumthin.. seriously I feel sooo stupid now.. thinking back I felt the 2nd time was a bit useless.. cuz its like.. for what sia.. its not gonna happen! So now looking back it feels so stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on~&lt;br /&gt;I think I wun bother abt it anymore, since there are other pple who will appreciate me much more…I dun have a problem living my life without sum pple.. I mean.. I realized throughout the hols I relly dun miss sum pple that much.. yeap =x dun b so overly suspicious of urself over this post pls =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that my life has gone haywire for a while.. so many pple goin in and out of it.. feels as if my life is like a train, I wish for the people who left to come back T.T like sharon~ jiamin~ and sum other fellow gal pals ^^ I miss our school days T.T find one day go out again k? so much to update u guys on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ive not been entirely honest with some people as well as myself, I think I was so confusing that I came across to others as.. whatever they think I am. Well, im not so give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I got a lot of fustrations to let out but its difficult to put it in words.. but I cant let it out in rl either since pple will say wo zai fa da xiao jie pi qi. Aii whatever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-8696943406178647150?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/8696943406178647150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=8696943406178647150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/8696943406178647150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/8696943406178647150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2007/12/geez-its-been-abt-month-since-ive-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-2653020168179546757</id><published>2007-11-28T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:04:26.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lols ok so much to say yet i cant say it =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly, ytd i felt like a SUPER BRIGHT lightbulb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, i dun understand whatever that is goin on now LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok dun u think its kinda fast =x but nvm la birds of the same feather flock together xD they 2 so pei xDD NEXT TIME GO OUT DUN CALL ME LER T.T i feel so dot dot dot =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw sigh~ one more week and im off to taiwan T.T so sian ... hmmm... hope hope hope =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a new hp xDD and a guitar xDD so nw looking for guitar teacher if not i have to learn it myself &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-2653020168179546757?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/2653020168179546757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=2653020168179546757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/2653020168179546757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/2653020168179546757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2007/11/lols-ok-so-much-to-say-yet-i-cant-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-7246139598843850799</id><published>2007-11-24T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:57:19.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a few sumone ( when you read it you will know its you )</title><content type='html'>wei.. dun lidat treat my fren lerr.. T.T make her so upset =(&lt;br /&gt;when u wanna say sumthin juz say it.. say until so complicated who can understand =.=&lt;br /&gt;YOU STILL HAVEN TELL ME WHO'S THE GIRL!!&lt;br /&gt;eu say der story so confusing.. she knows u are tryin to tell her sumthin.. but what are you tryin to say.. you are giving mixed signals that only you understand.. its terrible to just keep thinkin abt what u are tryin to say every moment.. just b a man!! and tell her what u have been meaning all along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enuff of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to another person&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna lose a fren like you.. even though we have nvr met or or spoke to each other.. you have already gotten this place in me.. its really a shame to just lose you aft sec 4 =( please remember to keep in touch =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another sumone..&lt;br /&gt;althou that phase has passed.. i still cant forget abt it. ok it hasnt passed because it aint easy to let go. my apologies if its annoying.. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Iloveyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to other frens,&lt;br /&gt;remember to keep in touch ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im leaving on the 5th to taiwan.. dun sms me aft 1230 cuz ill b on the plane lerr ^^&lt;br /&gt;no more mapling, no more phones, no more smses for 1-3 weeks T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-7246139598843850799?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/7246139598843850799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=7246139598843850799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/7246139598843850799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/7246139598843850799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-few-sumone-when-you-read-it-you-will.html' title='To a few sumone ( when you read it you will know its you )'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-5528997483191034656</id><published>2007-11-19T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:29:03.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg today althou was fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went kbox for 4 hrs and sang for 4 hrs STRAIGHT!! actually we were more of eatinng... oh gosh.. ate 7 platters drank 6 glasses and 6 snacks =x DAMIT !! but 5 girls sharing xD&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL COST = $77.80++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL~ anw weijie~!!! this fri sure gg rite? bowling/pool u choose xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. but what i hate abt the songs are that THE MVs ARE SO LOVEYDOVEY-ISH damit =.= cant help thinking.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times have i thought abt it today?&lt;br /&gt;ans : total time added up arnd 4 hrs =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw its fun, i just nid my frens =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-5528997483191034656?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/5528997483191034656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=5528997483191034656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/5528997483191034656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/5528997483191034656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg-today-althou-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-5971713185360291726</id><published>2007-11-19T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:07:25.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just about ytd nite</title><content type='html'>ok.. ytd was kinda sad.. but its the best solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why give me those hopes f3f3 sigh~&lt;br /&gt;but as i said if it happens tell me k? ill still b here, aint runnin nowhere =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, frens its not easy to let go..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dun wanna let it go too but,&lt;br /&gt;life goes on and im just relieved to have this cleared ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?&lt;br /&gt;~~Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?&lt;br /&gt;~~If birds flying south is a sign of changes&lt;br /&gt;~~At least you can predict this every year.&lt;br /&gt;~~Love, you never know the minute it ends suddenly&lt;br /&gt;~~I can't get it to speak&lt;br /&gt;~~I’m standing on the edge and I don’t know what else to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-5971713185360291726?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/5971713185360291726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=5971713185360291726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/5971713185360291726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/5971713185360291726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok.html' title='just about ytd nite'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-1475804056865464589</id><published>2007-11-16T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:48:08.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG I JUST WROTE ONE WHOLE LOAD OF CRAP ON PROM NITE AND BLOGER HAD TO DC AND NOW THIS IS PISSING ME OFF !!! =(&lt;br /&gt;ALL IN ALL I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE ALOY YONGJUN DARREN WEIMING ROYSTON CYRUS JING HANG IAN JIAMIN CHEN MIN VERONICA NOT JERREN&lt;br /&gt;AND I STILL LOVE ALOY CUZ HE IS SUUUUCCCCCHHHHH A GOOOOOOOODDDDD PERSON XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU LA ALOY~~~ U SO CHARMING LAST NIGHT XD !!!!&lt;br /&gt;EVERY OTHER PERSON IN THE HALL LAST NIGHT LOOKS GREAT!! ZUL KHAI KHABIR JAMES NASH DAPH HUILING ETC ETC!! ALL THE PRETTY AND HANDSOME PPLE ARRIVED AT THE HALL!! ALL WERE NOTICED AND ALL SUPER GOOD LOOKING XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sumthin significant happened today. i hope it doesnt turn out to be like last time tt one.. wait wait wait until no interest liao.. cuz i really haven thought abt that matter before. =x gimme sum time ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-1475804056865464589?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/1475804056865464589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=1475804056865464589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/1475804056865464589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/1475804056865464589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2007/11/omfg-i-just-wrote-one-whole-load-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-7522460404013796472</id><published>2007-07-31T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:45:38.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a friend</title><content type='html'>i think its time for me to POST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. seriously dun feel like blogging cuz of my nose =.= but i have to.. or else sumthin will happen to it =X&lt;br /&gt;sigh~ havin a lot of mixed feelings lately.. seems like sumthin is happenin to pple arnd me.. either ive changed or they've found other more interesting friends. fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;had a super fun gossiping session with darren aloy and roy today xD omg the whole thing stopped when aloy had this super huge reaction =.= anyways it was fun!! i didnt know they would gossip too T.T COOL!!! hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;lols i feel as if im being hated by her =.= sry larhx if i ever did anythin wrong. hmmm.. and another her too.. kinda feelin a bit distant now.. it seems as if they prefer them now...? dunno larhx my feelings ^^ paranoia gets into me sumtimes u know..&lt;br /&gt;den last friday had a zak session T.T so many pple were there T.T hmm.. WALOU CANT BELIEVE I DIED IN BODY 2 U GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!! den mz tio helm T.T lucky him =.= shuld have strangled him when i died so he will die too xD darren died after i died.. and my pt mate dced xD ah wells ^^ stupid cyrus keep kachiao-ing me =.= u have gotta learn to stop err.. whats tt word? anyways.. u think very easy den play maple larhx =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tualalala~~~~~ gonna fail my chem~~&lt;br /&gt;i miss him and him and him and him =XX&lt;br /&gt;k la i dun miss tt many him.. xD&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE U!!!&lt;br /&gt;i guess he has gone off the train.. maybe never comin back.. how sad isnt it? it was all a dream i made when i was sober =.= wOw..&lt;br /&gt;he's just the cutest thing ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of my post. next post mite take forever =XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-7522460404013796472?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/7522460404013796472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=7522460404013796472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/7522460404013796472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/7522460404013796472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-friend.html' title='what a friend'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-864792740112630206</id><published>2007-06-10T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T03:26:43.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAY IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm.. zzz look at the time.. uneartly hours and yet im still here doin this.. sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to not let my blog die.. i shall revive it with this piece of news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FINALLY LV 97!! 3 MORE TO 100 ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!! ^^ super happy with myself^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them both SOBSSSSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. choir.. haiz... &gt;.&lt; cant say it here.. if not will get piakk-ed&lt;br /&gt;sharon tml goin overseas lol.. im leaving on monday xD&lt;br /&gt;breakk!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;aiyoo... i got nothin to say.. if u are gonna read on.. BE WARNED ALL ARE ABOUT MISSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HIM I MISS HIM I MISS HIM I MISS HIM.....&lt;br /&gt;u appeared for a wile and disappeared again..&lt;br /&gt;how could u do this T.T&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. sigh.. and another.. dunno how long didn talk le.. siannnnnn!!! haiz.. i miss everybody that i use to talk on the phone with...&lt;br /&gt;but now.. even if we are able to chat tgt.. like nothin to talk abt lidat.. dunno why.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk i nid get sleep le if not T.T 0.0 panda eyes =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : done all linkies ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-864792740112630206?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/864792740112630206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=864792740112630206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/864792740112630206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/864792740112630206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2007/06/say-it-yay-ok-nvm.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-7228891477441818980</id><published>2007-05-04T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:59:46.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so sorry haven been blogging since like forever..&lt;br /&gt;recently did stuff tha i nvr thought i would do juz to say sorry =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways~ got a long songlist&lt;br /&gt;could have gotten it from a fren but that person is kinda unhappy with me now so.. yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you wanted ( acoustic ) - michelle branch&lt;br /&gt;jamie houston - i fly&lt;br /&gt;us against the world - play&lt;br /&gt;im gonna make you love me - play&lt;br /&gt;and so many other songs by play and dream street&lt;br /&gt;because of you - ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;with love - hilary duff&lt;br /&gt;window - shirlyn tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently all ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-7228891477441818980?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/7228891477441818980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=7228891477441818980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/7228891477441818980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/7228891477441818980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-sorry-haven-been-blogging-since-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-8737592373246576419</id><published>2007-03-05T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:48:47.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another stupid day with another stupid mistake =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all.. in the morning.. i did not want to go to school because i wanna use my 2x =.= and it feels like holiday is now xD&lt;br /&gt;16% more nia~!!!!! one bain 0.05% le!!! dam u school !!!&lt;br /&gt;ah well.. suan le.. hmmm.. today.. not a lot of hw.. mr pang was generous!! he didnt give us remedials xD choir dun have teachers le... so in the end no room no games.. SOBS... haiz.. we held choir in the hall.. den only less than half of the choir turned up.. IM SOOO GONNA GIVE A MAJOR SPEECH ON TODAY'S CHOIR PRACTICE&lt;br /&gt;and... hmm.. but it was fun!! we played mass skipping xD love it~~~&lt;br /&gt;oh ya~ den after that we had fun foolin jiamin xD sumthin abt the iz guy xD&lt;br /&gt;ah well but EVERYONE LISTEN UP!! IT ISNT TRUE ^^&lt;br /&gt;den after that i did sumthin which i think ill regret for the moment xD but who cares ^^ i dun giv a shyt cuz its the past ^^&lt;br /&gt;i miss fan qie xD&lt;br /&gt;wo you hao ji tian mei gen ta jiang hua le i think...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. haiz~ there goes royston and his nag speech xD&lt;br /&gt;nothin else to blog except for my ending speech on this comin wednesday xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-8737592373246576419?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/8737592373246576419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=8737592373246576419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/8737592373246576419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/8737592373246576419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-stupid-day-with-another-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-4972893175622827191</id><published>2007-03-03T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:52:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well... long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maple xpandababyx lv 82 priest with max hs yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dam sry.. im fuucking hooked on maple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.. hmmm... changed blog skin.. added song..lots of things happened.. a lot..&lt;br /&gt;very long.. and i forget le..&lt;br /&gt;most memorable de is...&lt;br /&gt;ROYSTON GOT HIT ON HIS HEAD BY A FIRE EXTINGIUSHER XD&lt;br /&gt;okok... find.. hmmm.. well.. i bought 2x in maple.. again... imma become a nolifer =.=&lt;br /&gt;wahaha so happy ^^ got AH MAH BACK&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;kk fine.. that was not needed.. but...&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES&lt;br /&gt;i seriously have nothin to say.. cuz maple and officially became the thing in my mind.. i go everywhere i talk abt maple..&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt; anyways.. roy despo liao xD&lt;br /&gt;jiamin sick~&lt;br /&gt;ah mah as usual..&lt;br /&gt;darren gonna chiong win me again =.=&lt;br /&gt;wm~~~~~ where'd u go? we miss you so.. &gt;.&lt; AH MAH DUN SCOLD ME XD&lt;br /&gt;he has sumhow dissappeared from my life..&lt;br /&gt;in a mysterious kinda way.. and i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;so? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ABALONE~~~&lt;br /&gt;AND I HATE MR GOH~&lt;br /&gt;cuz tt time i stayed back to meet sum g4y teachers.. den after that it was during recess.. so i asked.. [[ cher got recess not? ]] he said.. [[ Manda you can lose sum weight ]]&lt;br /&gt;ROAR FREAK IMMA BLAST HIM BRAIN WITH BY MY CLAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and roy said im fat&lt;br /&gt;therefore i conclude i shall nid to diet again&lt;br /&gt;anyone see me eating in class pls take my food away tyvm ^^&lt;br /&gt;daphne khai manxing gals u are all most welcome to do that&lt;br /&gt;ALL EXCEPT ROYSTON&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-4972893175622827191?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/4972893175622827191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=4972893175622827191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/4972893175622827191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/4972893175622827191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2007/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116843613435077533</id><published>2007-01-10T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:35:35.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz.. i haven been bloggin for quite sum time..&lt;br /&gt;sec 4 le.. cant use comp =.=&lt;br /&gt;i feel that that is gay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. today mr pang showed us one article of Wee Shu Min.. tt fucking bitch...cmon la.. she aint as smart as she thinks.. wtf.. anyways its last year's news so~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm today cca orientation.. this year's sec ones.. according to mr chan.. are smarter, more intelligent and more responsive.. o..k.. not bad la.. but i got a feeling they signed up juz cuz of the lollipops nia.. haiz.. today's performance was a disaster too..hate tt..but. ah well.. im relly gonna thank aiwei firdaus kelly zalika [[ paiseh dunno how to spell name ]] if mr chan allows us to sing [[ Breaking Free ]] ok.. he told sharon and me.. say he imported medley of [[ High School Musical ]] and sum other stuff.. he actually wanted us to sing [[ We're all in this together ]] but our choir not up to standard.. so cant.. anyways.. well its a start.. we sing this 1st.. if we are able to keep sec ones den we might be able to sing more nicer songs~!!! YAY~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. other than this.. hmmm.... &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;* turns invinsible *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah.. but its just.. feels like it.. i mean..&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall use the this person that person thing.. guess yall will be quite confused.. i wun say gender.. guess only a few pple will understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz u know what? forget it.. dun think i wanna blog it here.. sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. the 1st time i cried in this year was ytd.. when i was singing [[ One more moment ]] with zona.. i dun think she knew i cried.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... why is this happening now.. =.= i want everythin to be like last year.. when everythin was fine and when it was still there.. i feel as if you're not in my circle of frens anymore.. or rather th other way round.. whatever.. but juz that u have left from my world.. maybe moved on into th enext world.. i really miss you.. cant deny.. AH GONG~!!! SIYUAN~!!! how?!?!?! sobs.. ok like jiamin said.. i shuld make the 1st move.. but i bet tt person know abt me secret le.. ive actually kept it for 2 months.. miracle sia... sobs.. sian.. haiz.. maybe that person moved on to a better person.. a better person, a better fren, a better listener.. haiz.. but.. i really got a feeling that person knows whatever is goin on here.. CANT EVERYTHIN JUST BE LIKE LAST YEAR? WHERE ALL WAS WELL, WE COULD PLAY AND STUDY TOGETHER. haiz &gt;.&lt; color="#ff9966"&gt;i miss you so much =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. what can i do now? to let us talk again? if i dun do anythin im so scared i might lose u as a fren.. seriously.. i dun wan that to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;IS THERE LIKE A GUY WHOM I CAN CRY OUT TO AND STIL BE CERTAIN THAT NOTHIN WILL BE LEAKED OUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nid help.. from a guy.. but.. those 2 cant help me.. i tried.. but they were like.. pray for a miracle =.= blah blah.. i nid help from a guy's point of view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a few days ago i saw him comin back to sch.. haiz.. mel pushed me to him heng i avoided.. &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;haiz.. WHAT TO DO NOW? TELL ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;CRY CRY CRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116843613435077533?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116843613435077533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116843613435077533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116843613435077533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116843613435077533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2007/01/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116732254708229498</id><published>2006-12-29T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:15:47.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Keep Holding On"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side, you know&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;You know I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;No I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late, this could all disappear&lt;br /&gt;Before the doors close&lt;br /&gt;And it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side I will fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I say, when I say I believe&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La da da daLa da da daLa da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could sayNothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116732254708229498?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116732254708229498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116732254708229498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116732254708229498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116732254708229498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/12/keep-holding-on-youre-not-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116731476691443180</id><published>2006-12-28T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:06:07.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>paiseh ^^ didnt blog for i think this whole month &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well~ lets seee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not done my hw, i have lvled so many times that i broke my record of lvling ^^&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time ive lvled so many times ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. what else?&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things are bothering me.. but.. ah well&lt;br /&gt;olvls comin next year le.. no more comp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siann`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.... i have nothin morre to blog about since my life has currently became stagnant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jiamin, how come ur blogsite become porn site &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.. next time ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116731476691443180?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116731476691443180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116731476691443180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116731476691443180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116731476691443180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/12/paiseh-didnt-blog-for-i-think-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116588969317165678</id><published>2006-12-12T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T10:14:53.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sry, been mapling and i am sooo lazy to post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lvl 63 le~ ahaha~~ this is the first time i lvled so many times in 2 months.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still aimin to be a priest this dec..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musnt slack~!!!&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116540164800026793</id><published>2006-12-06T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T18:40:48.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol back in sg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;althou feelin more comfy now.. but i miss that place....&lt;br /&gt;the weather.. the people.. the cute guys &gt;.&lt; =X ah wells.. anyways.. haiz~ back to stress mode.. haiz~ sian.. hmmm.. back to maple? hmm.. also changing blog skin.. hope the shit wun happen again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;miss you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116540164800026793?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116540164800026793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116540164800026793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116540164800026793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116540164800026793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/12/lol-back-in-sg_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116498776627048300</id><published>2006-12-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:42:46.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;wahaha~ in chengdu now.. le shan.. lol.. cold &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, hmm.. lemme blast blog on the 1st few days. 1st day i took the morning flight at 720.. believe it or nt.. they served salmon for lunch &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. their food is SUPER DUPER OILY, so oily and salty larhx. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; and summore the food we ate is like.. already ask for less salt less oil. omfg den they eat like chilli for everyday of their life~ if they dun eat they will feel wierd.. hmm.. dotx.. and their chilli is not all those lau ya kind.. is like.. their chilli once u put into ur mouth u will feel ur tongue go numb T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. second day.. i went for medicure ahahaha!! guess how much? RMB50 BLAHAHAHA ~~~&lt;br /&gt;its so cute la.. my fingers look so good it can be eaten ahaha!! &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; den i went to the panda enclosure/museum blah blah.. hmm.. they say its the biggest panda thingi in the world.. they have red pandas.. so cute.. they kinda look like raccoons.. hmm.. den they have baby pandas.. DAMN CUTE!!! den sub adult pandas and adult pandas.. oldest one i saw was 6 years old.. so cute! tualala~!! den at night we went to go see sum opera thingi. they are famous for their face changing.. hmm.. its like.. they are wearing masks.. den after that one sec later their face masks changes into another mask DAMN COOL its like so fast.. at first i didnt believe.. but den i see like.. omfg.. cuz at first.. they covered their faces.. so i tot chey is juz like.. den after that he didnt cover his face juz nudge his body den the whole face change omfg damn nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. dunno how to explain it.. but damn cool la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the 3rd day.. we set of for le shan and emei shan..le shan not bad.. not that cold.. emei shan.. OMFG SNOW ahaha!! i saw their trees... COVERED IN SNOW!!!! damn nice!! THE MOST BEAUTIFULLEST SIGHT IVE EVER SEEN!! OTHER THAN THE SEA OF CLOUDS THAT I SAW ON THE PLANE BUT DIDNT HAVE A CHANCE TO SNAP THEM.. hmmm.. doen we had to climb the emei shan.. wtf walk on snow.. so hard.. so we bought metal shoes..  at least we had an easier time walkin.. we climbed the damn stairs for like 1 and a half hours.. BLOODY HELL TIRING AND THE AIR WAS LIKE SHIT omfg.. ah well.. climb until i feel like hiring the guy to carry me up T.T &gt;.&lt; =X ahaha~!! hmmm.. den tok cable car couldnt see anythin.. so wasnt that scary.. den we reached the top of emei shan at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day.. they went to go see what four faced buhda or whatever its called.. hmmm.. i didnt go.. my brothers rm got mouse ahaha~!! the mouse went to climb on my fathers face and kissed him lol~!!!!! anyways!! they saw squirrels AH GOD DAMIT!! SO CUTE  LA!! THEY ARE SO DAMN SMALL!!! den they fed the squirrels with nuts SO CUTE~!!! den after that 11 we checked out of hotel and climbed down the damn mountain.. haiz lucky only climb until half the mountain den take bus down lol.. hmmm.. okok la better than climbing up the mountain lol.. den now staying at the bottom of the mountain... the hotel.. standard rm rmb360 DAMN LUXURIOUS AHAHA!!! its like.. the hotel is sooo.. erm.. nice.. ill snap sum photos.. the toilet is beautiful~!!! ahaha~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.. now so late le.. lol.. mom keep asking me to sleep cuz im sick.. but i juz woke up.. T.T at like 1030.. sian cant sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz miss spore.. i want the sun from there and the snow from mt emei.. haiz~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna use my hp &gt;.&lt; sian..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116498776627048300?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116498776627048300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116498776627048300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116498776627048300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116498776627048300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116442029448610962</id><published>2006-11-25T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:04:57.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz~ my dad is back, meaning i camt play the comp as much le.. ah well~ anyways, im leaving singapore this tuesday.. sian.. before leaving she still wanna gimme tuition =.= &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bitch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS~!! i feel like talking to sum peeps before i go.. not gonna say who.. ahaha.. will miss them thou once i leave singapore althou its just until the 5th, prob is im not gonna bring the labtop over, so it means i cant use comp, no comp for 8 days, no mp3 for 8 days, only phone which i know i can use but cant use cuz parents dun wan me to waste money- for 8 days!! omg~ haiz~ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanna "spend" sum time wi..th them before i go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. YESTERDAY MORNING SUMTHIN HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;omfg~!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when i was on the train at 738, there was this GOD DAM CUTE GUY on the train!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~!!!!!!!!! den believe it or not i was staring at him from sembawang all the way to khatib. i mean staring not literally staring all the way but as in took every opportunity to look at him. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;span color="#66ffff"&gt; he saw me again~ ahaha~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;well.. too bad.. hes real cute larhx. cuter than anyone in our school X5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;den.. what else happened. oh yea! choir day camp!! haiz.. sad miss yu is leaving, 9 dec.. that means we wont see her when school reopens.. althou i use to u know.. like not really like her last time.. but now it feels as if its so hard for her to leave us, and shes so sweet!! she even made us chocolate marshmellows.. but she said that it was her mom that made them, maybe it is her but she juz dun wanna say nia. haiz~ dunno la.. den zhang shou and i saw her out of the sch.. i cried in front of her larhx.. haiz.. i know i will miss her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was pretty fun~ althou i spent i afternoon in the music room helping to clear the cupboard.. i was stamping legal music scores that the school bought.. they bought like so many larhx!! at least 20 of ea.. and most cost more than 1 buck.. i saw sum 1.60 and we ordered like so many!! and i saw our set piece [[ sunset ]] in SAB and SATB version.. haiz miss those days.. another is [[ everybody sang ]] okok la.. lol.. but got a lot of key changes.. anyways.. den after that we played taboo.. aiyo.. haiz~ den ate dinner.. had cake.. i put cream on ben's face.. &gt;.&lt; ahaha!! took photo with ah gong thou.. lol SRY I GAVE MY FIRST TO SAFA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AH GONG I LOVE YOU~!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. haiz i will miss yall when you guys leave us.. must come back for choir~!!&lt;br /&gt;we had light sticks that night.. and sang a lot of songs together.. i will try to post the nice ones on our choir blog.. ahaha haiz~ released at 930.. so late le.. i slowly walk home.. den i saw one old horny pervert.. hes an asshole.. he knock into a girl the girl didnt say anythin he over there rubbing his hands as if the girl is so dirty or sumthin.. aummore he knock the girl in the front =.= hes an asshole... hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i smsed yong wei to ask him if he &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;free to accompany me&lt;/span&gt;.. but he took so long to reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sms adonis if can call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den yong wei replied say &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;orh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;haiz now going home juz finish camp.. so tired &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den he said &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Im.. talking to jiale..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den juz nice adonis called me so i said to him &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;oh den nvm bahx i get adonis to pei wo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den after a while he said &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wah lou got adonis dan ps me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i said &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no la u talking to sumone else i cannot disturb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and adonis talk till 11.19 den yong wei smsed me say &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ok liao nvr tok le.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den i decided to try sumthin.. i gave him the repoly&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; [[ orh.. ]]&lt;/span&gt; and send it to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den he said &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wah lou i finish liao dan come pei u dan u giv me this kinda reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so i said &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no la is cuz u juz now busy mahx sorry la~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; den he said &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jk only la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i told him&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; sry cant tahan le very tired talk to him tml? sorry good nitey&lt;/span&gt; sumthin lidat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; after he say walou finish liao come pei u u gimme this kinda reply i think i was sleepy le den i also dunno what im typing to it didnt make sense.. lol haiz~ but one thing is..&lt;br /&gt;by the time he finish whatever hes doin im already safe and home and feeling sleepy. when i smsed him i was on the way goin home from khatib.. i one person going home alone lorx nvr so late before.. den mrt so many bangladeshi people.. i mean not that i dun like them or anythin but its scary u know.. den so little women in train all man lehx.. i know nothin will happen but im still scared.. cuz last time young that time i went out to downstairs de pasamalam with my maid.. den got bangladesh people folo us.. so scared that i cried while running den we ran all the way home.. its relaly scary lorx.. they even approached my maid la den she ask them get lost liao they still keep pestering her.. &gt;.&lt; so now when there's bangladesh people and im alone im really scared. but he took so long to reply me.. den lucky adonis free..&lt;br /&gt;one thing i wanna say is.. dun take this to heart.. but how many of u people take others for granted? i mean like u only talk to them when u need help or when u are bored or troubled or blah blah? i mean seriously la.. its like.. when u need them den u come to them.. den when u dun nid them they are just a piece of invisible glass.. u cant see them.. or see throu them.. this is what im feeling about someone.. he treats me like.. sumthin.. i mean our frenship is sooo godamit on and off.. we are only close during holidays.. we always fight during school days. nothing goes well.. and whenever we fight.. finish liao is only when he needs to know about sumthin den he start to talk to me.. wtf? what am i to u? this applies to other people too.. i mean seriously.. i got feelings u know.. althou u feel this way too.. but its like.. i feel as im a fren whom u will only come to when u wanna know sumthin or when u are bored.. i hate this.. the feeling sucks. not that i dun want u to talk to me or want more attention from you but.. its just that.. i hate it when u sms me and say u are bored and want company.. but i feel that thats the only reason why im ur fren.. im just one whom u can talk to when u are bored.. but its ok.. cuz i dun wanna lose a fren because of this..haiz~&lt;br /&gt;anyways back to just know, erm i was talking about yongwei.. ya.. den after that he say ok le nvr talk liao.. i was still talking to adonis.. talk until 1130 ++ den he said he nid to go i want to go talk to yong wei talk lorx but i told him nvm la dun talk to him le i think i go sleep liao very tired.. the reason i replied him orh only is cuz he also replied me orh.. not only once but a lot of times.. i also dunno what to say to him whenever he reply orh. grrr its hard to talk cuz orh always cuts off the convo.. =.= so yesterday i replied him orh to see how it feels like.. lol.. but den he sms me say that he nvr talk liao that time.. i was thinking.. the reason i smsed him ask him to pei wo was because i really nid company.. but he was busy.. den now he sms me tell me he nvr talk liao den i was like.. dotx.. now den u.. haiz too late le la.. by that time i reach home liao lorx.. what i felt was that.. u finish talking liao still sian den sms me =.= lol me and my childish thoughts.. but.. haiz i dunno la.. maybe i was... not sure.. but i know if i waited for u to reply me when im walking home i would not have people to pei wo cuz u were talking to sumone else.. i mean like.. hmmm.. haiz i dunno how to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya dunno la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and im switching my blog to private le.. so i can blog abt my feelings..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116442029448610962?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116442029448610962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116442029448610962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116442029448610962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116442029448610962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/11/haiz-my-dad-is-back-meaning-i-camt.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116411169037173978</id><published>2006-11-21T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:21:31.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz i so feel like crying now? like nothing is going right today.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my brother is pushing my limits..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;hes a bloody asshole.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;another person is confusing me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; maybe im thinking too much.. but... everythin is just so sudden and everythin is confusing me now.. and my mind is like so into maple.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i really gotta lvl faster.. lucky i bought my hino and dark anakarune le~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyways.. haiz tml choir day camp start le.. got singing competition and my group have not even chosen a song.. damn.. haiz~ again~ last minute work.. this time its even worse.. not my business also become my business.. suddenly i become the one goin after things again when i thought that i was free a few minutes ago.. haiz~ i hate it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is getting frustrating.. i know im like creating trouble for myself..&lt;/span&gt; like what one person said.. let go~ haiz how.. and.. haiz.. oh and this is not the.. erm.. last time de.. that i think i let go le.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but i still wish to talk to him.. like still remain as his fren, at least please remember that u said that we will know each other even when we are 30.. im sorry but maybe cuz u were the sweetest guy ive ever known at that time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;well.. but its over.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;my dream has woken up because of reality..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will be sick tml.. haiz~ now its like.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even my maid is complainin that she dun wanna work here anymore.. wtf.. what on earth is happening..&lt;/span&gt; its like.. its her that complained abt us la.. den we say her lorx.. she dun say anythin i also wun do anythin.. &lt;u&gt;she zi zao ma fan..&lt;/u&gt; den its not us that said stuff.. its our neighbours that are my parents' spies.. we cant do anythin.. they also talk abt us.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we are victims too..&lt;/span&gt; im starting to twirl woah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;haiz~ i dunno who to confide in dunno who to talk to..&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;everybody have their own lives to lead u know.. ive learnt that.. like when i was in sec 1.. looking back im really sorry.. if i was taking yall for granted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm,.... haiz now back to the problem.. im really confused and dunno what to do. cant confide in anyone cuz everyone is busy.. den sum also like.. haiz~ i dunno how to say.. now everythin is so confusing.. help~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;haiz hmmm so.. like.. haiz~ wheres that person when i need that person~? haiz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;why issit that i always lose the people dear to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116411169037173978?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116411169037173978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116411169037173978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116411169037173978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116411169037173978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/11/haiz-i-so-feel-like-crying-now-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116363725323544559</id><published>2006-11-16T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T08:34:30.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woah~ its been soooooooooo long since i last blogged.. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. the last time i wanted to blog abt my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;msia trip&lt;/span&gt;.. lets talk abt it nw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i went there.. to eat and sleep.. like a piggie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;the food there is alrite.. i ate suckling pig, fried ice cream, 900g fish.. chilli kangkong, 20 hanjinpeng [[ however u spell it ]] beans egg bread and sum other junk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously the only thing i did was hunt for food..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day, we went to go eat char siew rice with curry and vegetables.. its will taste ok if its &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not so sweet~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after that we slept in the hotel, the only reason is cuz the hotel room costs &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;RM400++&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we slept.. den woke up and went to his restaurant and ordered 6 dishes.. total cost &lt;em&gt;RM70&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to go buy 10 han jin peng for like.. 2 plus dollars.. very cheap.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUPER DELICIOUS!! NO STLL IN SINGAPORE SELLING IT CAN COMPARE WITH THAT MSIA STALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, we ate 3 things in the morning, chicken rice balls, yong tau hu and sum kinda fruit.. forgot the name liao.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;the chicken riceball.. at first, when i saw it i tot its fishball~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my father was like.. is that fishball?? i was like.. i also tot fishball.. but its the rice ball.. its sticky and the rice is kinda like grinded until u cant see the rice beads.. anyways~ the chicken tasted alright.. hmm.. den we went to try out the yong tau hu~ okok only.. the sauce not up to standard.. the food okok lorx.. but i eat liao feel got stomachache~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz~~~ bad stomach la.. so weak..~&lt;br /&gt;den we went to check in in another hotel. this time this one different.. the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;same type of duluxe room, RM243 wah so cheap~ the room is 2.5 times my room.. toilet half my room..~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so BIG~~ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the hotel has been arnd for 9 years.. once i went in i started to sneeze like shit.. cuz i cant tahan dust~ therefore i concluded that the hotel has not changed the bed sheets for nine years &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;den at night we went to go eat suckling pig.. at the restaurant, we ordered another fish.. the fish was suppose to be 600g, but they weigh it to be 900 &gt;.&lt; no ="("&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. den lidat lorx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;okok.. another thing i wanna blog abt is no more choir camp le.. and so many stuff happened to choir.. lol.. but ive got to say the choir has changed.. we sound so much better than last time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also stuff happened that made me think back and regret.&lt;br /&gt;hes is such an asshole yet i actualy.. omfg.. haiz~ jiamin if u are reading this ill tell u&lt;br /&gt;hes a fucked up asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. its like.. how can he be so wtf? like.. take the example.. will u kiss and tell?? no rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz~ den.. hmm.. a lot happened.. i cant really remember.. all i know is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116363725323544559?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116363725323544559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116363725323544559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116363725323544559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116363725323544559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/11/woah-its-been-soooooooooo-long-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116306754280513674</id><published>2006-11-09T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:19:03.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so feverish that i cant be bothered to type what i wanted to blog abt in the morning.. i remember its abt food and places in msia that i like and dislike.. and will never go again and will visit forever.. but ill write abt it later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers feel numb and wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. guess im down with slight fever.. erm.. btw.. i still dun understand.. why are people tagging on jiamin's blog and not usin real names? and acting like they know whats happening when its so not the topic? dotx.. seriously.. juz.. get a life.. and like.. shoo off if u dunno whats happened. and at this.. im not talkin abt 97 liao. this time its failuretoo.. like wtf? omg.. i seriously dunno what to say dude.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116306754280513674?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116306754280513674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116306754280513674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116306754280513674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116306754280513674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-so-feverish-that-i-cant-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116280670542299360</id><published>2006-11-06T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:51:45.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz before i talk abt what i was originally gonna talk abt.. im gonna talk abt sumthin else that juz fucking pissed the shit outta me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new geog teacher and i dun give a shit. made comments.. bitch.. frog like blah blah.. ill post them up when i have the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at home.. fucking hell.. assholes.. bastards.. they are freaks.. hello? like i cant see my printer's top? so? i know im short den? wtf? i cant see the top so obviously i cant see the printer name rite? den my brother over there ji bai keep saying no la is u dunno where lorx. the FUCKING FACT IS I FUCKING CANT REACH THE TOP OF THE PRINTER SO CAN U JUST FUCKING SHUT THE HELL UP? IF NOT IM GONNA SELL U TO THE BLACK MARKET FOR 100K AND I BET NO ONE IS GONNA BUY U. I HOPE THAT U WILL GET KIDNAPPED DURING THE TRIP TO MSIA. FUCKTARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEN MY FATHER OVER THERE KAO BU SAY WHY MUZ I ALWAYS LIDAT BUT THE FREAKING FACT IS HE IS THE ONE THAT STARTED EVERY SHIT 1ST FUCKTARD ASSHOLE. DUN COME AND ACT AS IF U HAVE LIKE '' PRO COMP SKILLS '' AND TEACH U FUGLY FRENS WHEN U DUN KNOW A SHIT. IVE BEEN FACING THE COMP FOR LIKE MORE YEARS THAN U DID EVEN THOUGH U LIVED LONGER THAN ME. U DUN COME AND TELL ME THAT U KNOW ALL ABOUT COMPUTER. BLAH BLAH BLAH. IM NOT SAYING THAT I KNOW ALL ABT COMPUTERS BUT I DARE SAY I KNOW MORE THAN HIM. HE GETS FRUSTRATED WHEN THE INTERNET CONNECTION CANT CONNECT MORE THAN 2 COMP AT ONE TIME. WHAT THE FUCK? GET A LIFE LA EN LIDAT DUN LET US USE THE COMP I HOPE U DIE OF RADIATION DUDE. ASSHOLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND FOR OTHERS WHO READ MY BLOG AND ARE UNHAPPY ABT IT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWSFLASH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U DUN HAVE TO READ MY BLOG. ANGRY DEN GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE. CANT U READ THE LINK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STFUIFYOUWANNASEETHIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNLESS U ARE BLIND U HAVE TO SEE AND READ IT. SO SHUT THE HELL UP IF U WANNA READ WHATEVER I POST. NOT HAPPY DEN READ ONCE AND DUN EVER COME BACK. FUCKTARDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116280670542299360?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116280670542299360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116280670542299360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116280670542299360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116280670542299360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/11/haiz-before-i-talk-abt-what-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116251395475744946</id><published>2006-11-03T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T08:32:35.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh puh-lease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its either u identify urself and den say ur piece.. if not dun say at all. cuz since u dun wanna let us know who u are den why muz we folo their advices? &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;who knows what their motive is..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  seriously la.. like wth? juz state a name and tag. dotx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its so fucking obvious what is happening. its pretty sweet for him to do that.. but what makes u think that u know OUR side of the story? seriously dude.. so what if u... its no big d la.. everythin now is zi zao de.. if that person didnt came into the story.. things would have changed.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;making rash decisions is not a good thing.. neither is pitying one juz becoz of sumthin.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm.. ive said my piece.. no idea what im talkin abt but i think i will explain it better in voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;hmmm.. a lot of things happened.. a lot i mean A LOT.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where shuld i start? oh yea.. there was once i was at the bball court this week.. den i was taking video..like OMFG!!! what i said actually made things worse.. &gt;.&lt; so paiseh now la.. guys dun take it that way i didnt gu yi pai xia lai de. and the rate of the video is not very good so dun worry if sumthin was wrong. cant be seen. only can see movements of humans.. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh yea sorry to chen min!! i kept pang seh-ing u this week.. SORRY SORRY SORRY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i swear the next time i go school i will go home with u =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wun be goin for choir or sch next week.. from tuesday till thursday.. got trip to malaysia.. sianz~ i dun wanna go. will miss a lot of things.. my comp.. my bed.. my wardrobe.. tv.. hp.. them.. haiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh and i wun feel irritated or annoyed de seriously. im used to it le.. lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. still got what.. oh yea.. lemme get icecream.. &lt;em&gt;I HAVE NOT EATEN SINCE YESTERDAY AT 10 IN THE MORNING. =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was preparing to faint in choir later so i can enter the hospital lol.. there got patients' rights.. which means i can get the nurses to pull my father and brother outta my sight if they come and i dun wanna see them.. i quarreled with my dad.. all i said was juz the word.. [[ anything ]] and he started to shit his head off.. wtf? seems like &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he has mod swings too&lt;/span&gt;.. its getting too often that i cant take it. either i cry or i will scold him back. dun b surprised if u see my bruises in school one day or i dun go back to school. LOL =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz~ but too bad im not going to school.. haha!! go back for what.. nothin to do.. all ill do is sleep.. lol.. haiz! but im kinda sick.. got giddy spells and flu today.. irritated by it.. GRRRR... hate flu.. always use up one box of tissues =X and makes me turn slow.. grrr.. i took like 30 minutes to write till here.. iritating.. hmm.. what else..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah.. hmmm.. eh.. lol.. i cant remember le.. there are more i wanna post abt but i cant post it here.. maybe ill be privat-ing my blog.. or perhaps just.. i dunno.. lol see first =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND IM SOOOO ADDICTED TO WWW. PIRATEKINGONLINE.COM !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116251395475744946?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116251395475744946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116251395475744946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116251395475744946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116251395475744946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-puh-lease-its-either-u-identify.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116203793627934523</id><published>2006-10-28T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:19:27.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL!! okok lemme start by blogging abt what happened during the movie [[ Silk ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting arrangement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[[ qiwei &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;jason jiamin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; me &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;chenmin yongwei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; adonis ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from adonis to me we were passing pop corn like nuts la.. okok.. see arz.. at first adonis was eating.. den yongwei ate with him.. after a while they dun wan le pass to chen min.. den chen min ate.. ask me wan not.. we eat like shit.. den chen min dun wan pass to me.. i ask jiamin.. she have le.. den i pass back... yong wei eat.. den adonis eat.. after that popcorn put between yongwei and chenmin.. den eat and eat and eat.. den pass arnd again =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok that was crap.. sry im being lame cuz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I FINISHED MY PIANO THEORY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i really dun give a damn whether i pass or fail.. seriously.. i didnt study la.. its like.. yesterday night i just took out the notes.. write one time.. den read through.. like.. i didnt do anythin la... den after that today morning wake up take and read again.. den put away le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for exam at centrepoint.. den after that... saw one boy from chongfu.. hmmm.. den in the class.. woah.. noisy shit man.. there were chairs rocking.. people striking the metal bars under the table.. stuff like that.. den beside me was 2 guys.. and after we finish we can leave le.. i finished like 1 hr 15 min later.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG PROB =p I DUNNO HOW TO GO OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the end i only went out when there were only 30 minutes left.. ah well.. i confirm fail.. i was like tikam-ing all the way la... sian~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DUN CARE!! I WANNA LVL MY CHARACTER TO 70 BY THIS YEAR!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116203793627934523?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116203793627934523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116203793627934523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116203793627934523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116203793627934523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/10/lol-okok-lemme-start-by-blogging-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116191364720603801</id><published>2006-10-27T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T09:47:27.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stuff happened again.. heard more stuff..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;i dunno if i should say the stuff to sum people or not..&lt;/em&gt; its like.. i dunno what will happen if i say.. cuz its like.. &lt;em&gt;say liao dunno they will happy or sad.. haiz~&lt;/em&gt; how how? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;advice me please.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sum people opened up and started to talk..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its ok de.. i dun mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haiz.. but now.. its like..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt; i cant say my stuff le.. cuz if i say.. den it will seem like im dui bu qi-ing that person lidat.. haiz~ and i dunno if i should tell that good fren of mine also or not.. cuz its regarding that person.. but what if my fren knows how? den arent i dead?&lt;/span&gt; haiz.. how how how? what to do now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why muz this always happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; its like.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel i always dui bu qi my frens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; always throw their trust in me away.. i hate it..&lt;/span&gt; but.. apparently it always happens.. i dun wan it to be this way.. it really sux.. and another thing.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;why is it that that person must always be sumone close to me? if its like that.. i really dun wanna lose sumone like that.. den.. i cant say out how i feel.. it REALLY SUCKS.. cuz i dunno what will happen afterwards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; why am i always so afraid?? haiz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know le.. CUZ IT ALWAYS INVOLVE PEOPLE ARND ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz~ oh man.. oh yea.. and &lt;u&gt;kim told me that i sound damn bloody sad here.. always do.. do i?&lt;/u&gt; seriously how do i sound here? tag on my board or tell it to me in school.. i wanna know.. cuz if i sound sad here.. den &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im contradicting myself..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;people will say i act emo here blah blah blah cuz i dun show my " sadness " in sch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm.. what else.. oh yea.. i feel that what im saying.. acting.. showin.. is bring me and sumone further apart.. maybe cuz that person will not be happy by what i said.. or angry or upset or whatever by what i say and do and blah blah.. im not seeking for that person's attention or anythin but i just feel that we are further apart now than last time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I such a bad person??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am to some.. maybe im a person that is just so hateful and cannot be accepted by some.. i dunno.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know that my mom hates me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in a way.. cuz she cannot tahan my personality.. whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot comment on the guy's problem cuz im also facing the problem.. and the same.. i will only do what they will do when that person changes..&lt;br /&gt;im not saying im perfect and wun commit the same mistake, everyone has their bad points.. [[ quote from jiamin ]] i just cannot tolerate that person's bad points anymore.. sry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adonis jiamin jason me talked a lot at the bball court that day.. cant remember which day but i know we talked a lot.. and i feel so.. i mean. ok.. in a way i understand why le.. but.. i still feel that he very ke lian.. sorry la.. i mean.. yea.. i know and understand how it feels to be isolated and hated.. yea.. maybe thats why we have diff points of views..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.. stayed back to help ah gong.. but in the end we went offtrack and played instead.. den we went to the bball court.. saw softballers playin against diyao they all.. so we didnt go.. went back to bench.. den after a while we went back to court with ben and adonis... saw shannon and yongwei.. he was hungry.. helped him by 2 pack of milo..shannon said cant drink so much milo.. cuz will puke de.. lol.. den they played.. &lt;u&gt;almost got hit by the ball..&lt;/u&gt; den took a short video.. lol.. quite farnie bahx.. hmmm.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;den after that started to drizzle..&lt;/span&gt; i went back.. den after a while they came back too.. i felt tired.. hmmm.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;most of them were dripping wet.. yongwei sweat like shit.. ah gong too.. &lt;/span&gt;den sat a while.. went home.. at 2 plus.. so early.. ah well.. told chen min that im leaving.. cuz she is ending at 5 plus.. so didnt wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;imseriouslyfeelingdamnsadanddepressednowbuticanturntonoonecuzeveryoneiseithernotfreeormyprobinvolvedthem.. sian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116191364720603801?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116191364720603801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116191364720603801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116191364720603801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116191364720603801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116161379959906838</id><published>2006-10-23T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:29:59.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;are we going out tml??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. today was wierd.. lol.. walou!! JASON U SAID THAT U WUN TELL HIM WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABT IN THE CAB!! GUO FEN!! HOW COULD U SAY IT OUT!! LOL jkjk.. hmmm.. today sat outside with minggui jiamin adonis yongsiang jason and chatted a while.. talked abt eh hem =P hmm... apparently.. its true =P walou.. i tot u knew then i said it out.. PLEASE DUN TELL ANYONE ELSE!! i feel so bad now.. walou.. haiz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i wanna go out again!! i wan go YS house again!! LOL!! i asked him if we can go again he said YES!! WOOHOO!! he's such a good host [[ quote from jiamin ]] yes yes he is =P hmmm.. i wanna go shopppng too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not in a happy mood today.. den whole day nobody pei wo.. i mean after school.. SIANX~~~ haiz! oh yea!! in school i was sleeping.. since.. after recess onwards.. so boring! wake up tt time who i saw? guys!! yongwei darren royston aloy manxing wah scared the shit outta me lol..~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. sumthin wierd happened during recess too.. hmmm.. dun wan say =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116161379959906838?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116161379959906838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116161379959906838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116161379959906838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116161379959906838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/10/are-we-going-out-tml-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116152186052983329</id><published>2006-10-22T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:57:40.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i cried..last night.. dunno for what.. dun ask.. haiz.. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmmm... today.. i realised that so many people play maple in bootes.. which is a good thing.. also a bad thing.. cuz i will feel stressed when they lvl fast.. i cant lvl at my own pace.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;its been so long since i cried...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it was fun while it lasted&lt;/span&gt;... but its not over.. i guess that was only the beginning.. cuz today i felt like doin it again.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i almost broke down in the car..&lt;/span&gt; but lucky i was listening to sum bsb songs.. cooled down a while.. &lt;u&gt;i wanna talk to sumone..&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but not the same person i talked to yesterday.. cuz i realised that he doesnt understand a single shit i was feeling.. and he was sleepy.. &lt;/span&gt;so its the same as.. hearing.. hm ah orh.. sumthin lidat.. haiz.. where is he when i need him...?? i really miss him badly.. he use to be there.. but not now.. no more.. dunno why.. maybe got stead le den dun care abt me liao.. maybe bahx.. haiz.. i feel so sad now la.. its like.. juz now i talked to one of my male cousin.. we talked abt stuff.. and more stuff... and i feel what he said was kinda in a way right.. sooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[[ I will only confess to a guy in the face when a natural disaster hits Singapore. ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will last for 2 years. starting from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him.. but i cant say who.. too complicated.. sianx... its like.. now i have no one to turn to.. i also cannot keep disturbing him.. he has his life... yea.. well... its lasted for..... 2 weeks? hmmm.. nthin last forever.. yea..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116152186052983329?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116152186052983329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116152186052983329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116152186052983329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116152186052983329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116143695222816702</id><published>2006-10-21T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:22:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL!!! SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED!! I'll start from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to yong siang's house wid jiamin and minggui.. was over at khatib parade square there eciding whether to go or not.. adonis dun wan to tell us details.. actually chen min goin de but in the end didnt go cuz too rushing.. den we went there.. &lt;em&gt;we waited for the bus till i got stomachache &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt; anyways.. the stupid bus took such a long time to come.. so irritating.. anyways.. we stood in the bus for the whole journey.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den we were suppose to spot a block 44 before alighting.. den we reach st joseph jc that time we called yong siang ask when to stop he said 3 stops more.. when we alight.. the block was 54...!! den we started to panic.. cuz we WERE LOST IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE. den jiamin called jason minggui called yongsiang.&lt;/span&gt; lol den he said are we near the river and small playground? we were like.. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;playground got small or big de mehx?&lt;/span&gt; den after that he saw us when he crossed the river walkway thingi.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;den we walked like shit.. SOOO FAR LA..  we tot he was bringing us the long way.. or even worse.. LOST LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt; hmmm den after that when we reach his house.. there were 3 ladies.. one cousin one sis one shoudl be mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HIS DOG!!!!!!&lt;/u&gt; SOOOOOOOOOOO CUTEEEEE!!!!! JOJO!!! AHHH!!! wait.. its not a girll his name is jojo.. he has a ponytail.. cuz his fringe too long.. LOL.. we were saying that miss soo caught jojo's fringe so muz tie up..&lt;/span&gt; LOL!!! i was playing with him.. so cute...!!! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;no wonder shannon was addicted to him.. LOL =P&lt;/span&gt; anyways.. that was the first dog that didnt pee on me. THANK GOD!! the few previous ones all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PEED ON ME WALOU!!!&lt;/span&gt; i so scared la jojo will pee........&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. den we started to think abt what dvd to watch... we wecided to watch.. THE MAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OMFG SCARY SHIT I Screamed liKE SIAO !!!&lt;/span&gt; just when the show started the guys came.. including.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[[ Jason Yongwei Shannon Adonis Allen Qiwei Darren ]]&lt;/span&gt; should be bahx.. lol.. den when shannon came into the house FIRST THING WAS TO LOOK FOR JOJO... =.= he was so addicted to him la.. like.. the whole time keep playing with jojo.. anyways.. jason yongwei adonis sat down with us and watched the show.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOODY ADONIS SCARED ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SHOW ASSHOLE. &lt;/span&gt;walou i screamed like nobody's iness la!! so loud!! scared the shit outta me man.... walou... den after that the guys.. kinda started to get a little high.. they started to scream and run arnd the house.. wow.. ive never seem such a thing happen before.. lol.. hmmm.. den shannon played maple.. i added him..  hmm.. den we started to play wid the dog again.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;shannon suddenly bring jojo to my face.&lt;/span&gt;. i screamed.. they were like.. u scared of the dog arz? lol i said no i juz got scared suddenly sumthin furry touch my face.. anyways.. den after that shannon put jojo on my lap.. den.. for a while i was ok with it.. after like.. 2 minutes.. i started to say&lt;u&gt;..  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAKE HIM AWAY!! QUICK QUICK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;!  cuz i suddenly remembered&lt;u&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;animals love peeing on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;walou den i told yong siang to take jojo away he was like how? hes sitting on me den tried to lure him away with food he didnt bother.. den i also dun dare to carry cuz i scared will accidentally hurt him.. so i dun dare to carry.. den after that in the end i juz pull the front legs upand shannon carried it away.. den when i was gonna go home.. in the taxi that time... jason said.. do u look like a toilet bowl? WALOU LOL anyways.. before that.. cuz i was late le.. i by 630 nid to reach home.. but in the end didnt so have to take cab reach home asap.. den jason.. as usual followed us cuz of jiamin lol =P den we has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCH A HARD TIME TRYING TO HAIL A TAXI!!&lt;/span&gt; haiz.. its like.. so long den can hail one damn taxi.. so wad lorx... anyways.. den when we took the taxi we said bye to yongsiang den after that we saw him running home.. wow.. anyways.. den we started to talk.. den minggui asked me.. who do u think more handsome? yongsiang or yongwei? and two more other questions.. den after that we started to compare abt them and stuff.. den.. after that juz lidat lorx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEN TODAY i woke up at 4.. sianx...! den after that i slept and woke up at 8.. den i smsed jason jiamin and yongwei [[ wake up! wake up! ]] den yongwei ask me what time meet at where? den i said.. meet at where at that place.. den after that we met at 1045.. den we arrived at bugis at 11 plus 12 plus.. den started to shop for a while... den we split.. didnt go together.. den i bought sumthin.. den after that we went to watch a show.. dead or alive.. the plot was so boring.. haiz.. oh well.. wanted to buy more stuff but no money..  ah well.. lol.. haiz.. today nothin much la.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FUN FUN FUN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116143695222816702?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116143695222816702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116143695222816702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116143695222816702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116143695222816702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/10/lol-so-many-things-happened-ill-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116117825233961672</id><published>2006-10-18T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:30:54.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;haiz~ good news!! I PASSED MY ENGLISH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;YAYAYAY!!!!!! lol =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;hmmm.. dunno tml goin out not.. sat sure confirm goin out.. die die muz go.. lol.. i wan go out!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm.. i can gladly say im past liking that fella.. not that fella.. frens will know which fella.. lol.. i really didnt know that he is lidat.. i mean... yea.. u know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah gong~~ cheer up kays? sobs see u so sad i feel like crying for u.. haiz~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i cried when i saw [[ex]] ah mah today.. &lt;/span&gt;den its like.. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i cried like shit.. really like shit..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i didnt dare to turn and face anyone.. the thought of u guys leaving the school makes me feel so.. sad.. upset..&lt;/span&gt; haiz.. cheer up~ things will turn well between u guys... althought things will not be the same.. but.. u know.. haiz.. i also wished things will be the same.. but in the end also things got worse and worse for us.. but.. what's worse is that i didnt realise what i did was making everything even worse for my situation.. yeap~ so like ya.. ah well.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you two must not lose this 4 year frenship le..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;hes a good fren.. to me he was.. im sure to u too.. its a pity for me that ive lost him due to my stupidity and ignorance.. haas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today when i heard the graduation song.. first reaction: &lt;u&gt;CRY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. i really cant help it.. it brings me back a lot of memories.. i mean like.. primary school.. haiz.. i miss those days.. im sure next year.. I cry even more.. cuz it will bring back 4 more years of memories.. den when i hear the songs that he first introduced to me.. ill also cry.. cuz i remember the times when we talked.. and den he will say that those songs.. he can refer to them.. word by word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz~ i think ive done another wrong thing again.. ah gong told me to move on and not place hopes on ah mah le.. den its like.. cuz he's leaving sch le.. yea.. so.. ill try.. but i know i cant do it cuz he left in me a very deep.. deep.. impression? deep.. sumthin la.. i also dunno how to say.. haiz.. but now problem. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG BIG PROBLEM&lt;/span&gt;. I have no idea what i want now. it seems like.. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i cant differenciate what i want now.. what is the meaning of ' infatuation ' and ' love ' and ' close frens ' .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SERIOUS i have no idea where is the silver line now.&lt;/span&gt; i cant tell if i like him love him admire him or just a very comfy close fren.. sian.. i hate this type of situation.. things get damn awkward. and i dun giv a shit abt it. HAIZ.. ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. what else.. erm.. i think im starting to get depression.. nono.. mood swings.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i can be damn high at first den very sad the next minute.. den after that start to laugh like a mad woman and den cry like a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haiz.. and why issit that people always assume that 2 peeps are together when they just walk together? wtf????!?!?!?!??! i mean.. it happened to me twice today. like happens that both of them are just my close frens.. and they are like acting all [[ ooo i know what is happening ]] WTF?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haiz.. much more rants i wanna say but im just too lazy to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;oh and adonis? please la walou i say everythin liao horx dun u think now everythin is solved and things would be better between u two guys after trashing everything out?!?! lol think abt it la..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116117825233961672?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116117825233961672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116117825233961672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116117825233961672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116117825233961672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/10/haiz-good-news-i-passed-my-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116117495847716388</id><published>2006-10-18T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:36:03.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the blue [[ Aly &amp; AJ ]]</title><content type='html'>When somethings pure&lt;br /&gt;How can people just say&lt;br /&gt;We're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;And when somethings true&lt;br /&gt;How can people just&lt;br /&gt;Keep me away from you&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Pushed away from nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;How you feel about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;They said we couldn't be together&lt;br /&gt;I have to get over you&lt;br /&gt;We've been given no choice,&lt;br /&gt;We have no voice&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't even call on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know if you're at home&lt;br /&gt;But to control just how we feel&lt;br /&gt;Between you and I&lt;br /&gt;Not for one to steal&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Pushed away from nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;How you feel about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;They said we couldn't be together&lt;br /&gt;I have to get over you&lt;br /&gt;We've been given no choice,&lt;br /&gt;We have no voice&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna hear what you've got to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;Thought when we met there was something more&lt;br /&gt;But the others said no - they shut the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;They said we couldn't be together&lt;br /&gt;I have to get over you&lt;br /&gt;We've been given no choice,&lt;br /&gt;We have no voice&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;We should have been together&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna get over you&lt;br /&gt;When love makes a choice, it has a voice&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116117495847716388?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116117495847716388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116117495847716388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116117495847716388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116117495847716388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/10/out-of-blue-aly-aj.html' title='Out of the blue [[ Aly &amp; AJ ]]'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116100845482847714</id><published>2006-10-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:20:55.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YA I ALMOST FORGET ONE THING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;THANKS YOU YONG SIANG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THANKS FOR YOUR TIE THIS MORNING!!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BTW~ msn working again!! YAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116100845482847714?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116100845482847714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116100845482847714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116100845482847714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116100845482847714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-ya-i-almost-forget-one-thing-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116100508447744390</id><published>2006-10-16T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:24:45.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. lets see.. nothin much happened.. and im quite happy wid my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; 63.5/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A Maths&lt;/span&gt; 65/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E Maths&lt;/span&gt; 62/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;C. Science&lt;/span&gt; 57/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;C.Humanities&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;46/100 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;42/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty much happy with my marks. =P &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;cuz this is the first time i scored 60 plus for a maths and chinese =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it all boils down to &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ENGLISH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian..oh erm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will not be usin my hp that often and will not use it unless necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... haiz~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got nothin to say. I hate my family. exp lucas. hes like.. im the one that got beaten by him and yet he was the one that cried... over what? me sitting down on his chair.&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;its like he was the one that hit me and he still show attitude. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a bloody bastard and i shall stop talking to him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what else.. sian ar~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116100508447744390?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116100508447744390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116100508447744390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116100508447744390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116100508447744390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116070220597678428</id><published>2006-10-13T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:16:46.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;SAY IT WITH ME!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!! WOOHOO!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! sry im kinda goin crazy.. even thou its news one day ago for me.. but today.. ITS OFFICIAL. =P anyways~!! haiz.. i still cant go on msn.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuck it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its kinda getting on my nerves cuz ive tried everythin like more than 20 times in total.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;including deleting dl restart comp and tryin and repairing it..&lt;/span&gt; haiz. shit u man msn shit u~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. what happened recently.. well..&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; basically i rotted myself to death..&lt;/span&gt; was suppose to go st nicks yesterday.. but in the end i got lazy.. sure getting a scolding from miss yu de la.. but.. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HECK.. SLACK AND ENJOY AFTER EXAMS&gt; wanna scold me only scold me when i start to screw up in choir.. shhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... haiz.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no calls.. no nothin yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. juz me my comp and i and i lvled. haiz.. sian.. ck say wan play wid me de in the end also dun have.. k lorx.. i went to aqua rd today.. when i logged on i saw jasper in pq.. the exit there.. dotx.. mux be afk there sleep harz.. lol.. anyways.. haiz~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den yesterday &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;shannon told me haojie pierced his ears..&lt;/span&gt; not scared get caught arz.. aiya.. mi think also nvm de la.. u always get caught for hair de =P ah well.. hmm.. i wanna see how he looks like. cant wait for monday morning assembly =P =X XD!!! well.. yesterday got two people peirce ears. another is sumone else. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... im gonna leave my books.. for 2 months.. den nov hols im goin off le.. if im not wrong.. i hope i dun go away for too long.. but another part of me wants to stay away for the whole holiday.. problem is that.. im goin to another chinese country.. DAMIT. why not an english de? haiz.. sian.. muz prepare my chinese liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haiz... sian.. i miss my msn sound.. it poping up.. i miss the disturbance.. i miss it.. haiz..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHHHHH~!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;btw blogging times for me are backk~~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116070220597678428?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116070220597678428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116070220597678428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116070220597678428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116070220597678428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/10/say-it-with-me-exams-are-over-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-116040338573640784</id><published>2006-10-09T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:16:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;omfg.. i cant go on MSN!!! NOOOO!!!!! sobx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz.. i like so totally hate my maths tuition teacher.. she's like such a bitch... always come here gimme attitude.. wtf... not happy den dun teach la.. whats more is that she is damn bloody hell sacarstic.. bitch~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. haiz.. haven been blogging for quite a while.. lol.. lots of things happened... have been talking to the same people... lol.. haiz... lets start.. from... &lt;strong&gt;" the fearless drink "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walou.. please lar.. i didnt drink it.. i tasted it. there's a diff.. and its not that bad-tasting.. its kinda nice.. like &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;maply syrus plus chilli sauce&lt;/span&gt;.. only thing that is disgusting is... the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wierd colour and stuff in it.. like.. mayo and tea remains..&lt;/span&gt; lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den next... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAMS ARE KILLING ME &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; im losing more braincells then i usually am.. i m getting lazier.. and also.. much more.. dumb.. &gt;.&lt; hmmm... bio paper today sux.. damit.. shuld have paid more attention in class.. well time to study for the essay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i lied to shannon... sorry dude!!&lt;/span&gt; bleah~ about where i stay.. lol... i guess he muz be a bit paiseh.. when.. he said i lived in yio chu kang.. LOL.. ah well... lol.. oh and he also xiang wai.. dotx.. nonono... wun de.. he's a good fren.. at least sumone i can confide in.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;jiamin and jason came over to my house to study last sat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; well.. basically we were slacking.. hmm... not really a good thing.. what to do? we faced maths and bio books.. sure sleep.. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. tml a maths paper le... sian.. 4 hours.. muz eat.. if not will be hungry at 12.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;i didnt eat today.. it was only until after we left schol and decided to walk to mac and buy sumthin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OH BEFORE THAT!! ON FRIDAY!! WAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt; the funniest shit happened!! okok cuz jiamin jason adonis me were all walking den we saw huiling cecilia at the coffee shop.. so we settled down to chat for a while.. i was doodling.. while suddenly i heard adonis say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" oh shit miss kaur ~ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned arnd and saw miss soo and miss kaur.. den i immediately said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" mis kaur miss soo san4 san4 san4 !!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if ive seen police while we are at an illegal gathering.. DAMN FARNIE!!! cecilia and huiling ran to the back of the coffee shop.. adonis jason foloed.. jiamin and i walked briskly to the fishy area.. well.. den we met at the other coffee shop area.. LOL den &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;all of us started to get damn paranoid..&lt;/span&gt; esp ADONIS&gt; AS HE SAID THAT MISS KAUR HAS SPOTTED HIM... damn gay la... his paranoid side has appeared.. lol den all of us were planning.. what if we get called up on monday.. dun stand up ok? lol.. den its like.. we were over there saying what we will do.. what will hapen and stuff.. damn farnie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well... oh damit.. brain block.. can think of what else happened le.. haven been sleeping early .. lol.. cyaz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-116040338573640784?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/116040338573640784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=116040338573640784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116040338573640784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/116040338573640784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/10/omfg.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115978738368049560</id><published>2006-10-02T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:09:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick sick sick... and i still miss him like before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i cant forget you.. i dunno why.. dun ask... and i wish u all the best for olvls.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... alrite.. time to stop thinking about all other stuff and concentrate on exams.. which is comin in like 1 day's time.. damit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz~ i miss talking to u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115978738368049560?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115978738368049560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115978738368049560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115978738368049560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115978738368049560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/10/sick-sick-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115966783949347970</id><published>2006-10-01T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:04:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday.. was.. wierd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have.. totally no idea what happened.. was it a prank? or.. wad...? i mean.. but he hasnt deleted my number.. or maybe he just got it from ah gong or sumthin.. like.. to prank.. or maybe.. is accident.. or... i dunnno... but what happened... its like.. i saw my phone i tot sumthin happened again.. anyways.. after that.. i found out that i seriously miss him.. a lot.. i mean.. i feel that... even if i claim that i can move on and like another guy like how i like him.. i cant.. i dunno why.. even if its now.. sum people know i like sumone.. but den after u called.. it made me realise that.. i still cannot forget you... i know.. u will start to say.. wad.. im obsessed.. desperate.. whatever.. but.. seriously u were the first person ive ever liked.. or love.. whatever.. so much before.. ya.. well.. i dunno la.. but its like.. what happened.. anyways.. all i can do is just sit here.. typing all this.. but i know its useless.. i mean... i really wanna talk to u again... i really wonder if its possible... ya... erm.. well... im not gonna write abt it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. haiz..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i hate being used. HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for whatever reasons.. trying to know sumone.. bored.. i tell u i hate that feeling so much. i mean its like... that means.. okok fine whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say that i hate liars and AP.. but the fact is i have it too.. i do lie.. a lot.. to a lot of people.. and i gave AP to a lot of people.. for that.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Im really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can safely say that i definitely hate my family. HATE THEM SO MUCH I CAN KILL MYSELF. they always side wid my brother.. wtf... den always shoot me with their words.. what type of family is this? id rather die than live wid them.. but the strange thing is that. &lt;em&gt;i dun wan them to die.. i wan myself to die..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i miss the old days.. a lot.. but what im writing here... do u think he knows...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115966783949347970?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115966783949347970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115966783949347970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/826/320/Doc%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol yesterday was DAMN FARNIE!! okok.. after sch.. i stayed in school for another 6 hrs.. &gt;.&lt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/826/1600/Doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/826/320/Doc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115897573302023811?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115897573302023811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115897573302023811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115897573302023811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115897573302023811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115867538300772388</id><published>2006-09-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:16:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>walou eh.. i hate it.. fuck fuck fuck.. always quarrel wid my mom.. hate it hate it hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walou.. its like.. she.. haiz.. long story.. write it tml...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i relly feel like crying now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115867538300772388?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115867538300772388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115867538300772388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115867538300772388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115867538300772388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/walou-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115867344317873761</id><published>2006-09-19T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:44:03.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;OH AND BTW HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANTZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... haiz..wtf.. i totally hate that bitch.. i mean my maths tuitor.. those who know me know about her.. in a bad way.. and she today.. total bitchy attitude... know what she did? she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gave me AP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK HER ASSHOLE BITCH SLUT-LIKE WANNABE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115867344317873761?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115867344317873761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115867344317873761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115867344317873761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115867344317873761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-and-btw-happy-birthday-antz.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115866485146399767</id><published>2006-09-19T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:20:51.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;haiz.. i wanna ask le.. lol.. if it is what im thinking.. but.. dun dare.. ah well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who is he?!?! im guessing... cant guess... but i dun think she's telling the truth... =X seriously la even if we were to guess out who it is like she will say lidat... sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmm.. today was kinda wierd... in class.. the most disgusting thing happened during bio.. EEEWWW... CK and ALOY were talking about sexual reproduction.. and they realised gals have 3 holes... okok this is eeky but i still find it funny.. den they started to say.. what if they fuck the wrong hole? what will happen? LOL i tell u i was laughing like mad...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den we became lame.. guess what we did... on paper.. MSN. GAY SHIT MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... den &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;daphne kinda got angry&lt;/span&gt;... over a reason... never seen her so angry before. cheer up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khai too... when daphne was playing wid him.. took his pencil box... he looked so.. upset and.. dunno.. den after that he said.. u did a joke.. at a wrong time.. woah.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. den still got what.. after school.. when i was waiting for my mom.. i saw so many people....... i saw.... jasper.. den he lompang my dad's car went home.. hmmm.. haiz... so paiseh.. was looking when he saw X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;haiz... i wanna talk again.. normally.. but i cant.. dunno why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[[ Why did I let myself believe that miracles could happen, and now I have to pretend that I dont realy care.. ]]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. sian.. i hate pretending.. today i was trying to pretend sumone im not..&lt;br /&gt;*act cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's online.. should i talk to him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115866485146399767?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115866485146399767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115866485146399767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115866485146399767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115866485146399767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/haiz_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115858450341359625</id><published>2006-09-18T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:01:47.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol.. how many people have u lied to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like.. ok.. i say this.. they believe.. i say that.. they also believe... haiz.. so when i say the truth will they believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. but frankly speaking i miss him.. the him.. people arnd me will know.. i sat at the benches and i saw his names carved and written on them.. dotx... den its like.. memories started to flow back.. oh man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damit.. runny nose.. sleeping now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115858450341359625?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115858450341359625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115858450341359625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115858450341359625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115858450341359625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/lol_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115839886395629312</id><published>2006-09-16T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:27:44.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sum peeps were talking about : Rearing Pets&lt;br /&gt;Everyone said what they rear.. Bunnies.. dogs.. cats.. hamsters.. pigs...&lt;br /&gt;den there was one gal, her father smokes..&lt;br /&gt;another boy said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" She rears cigarretes.. if not where did her father find cigars to smoke? "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115839886395629312?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115839886395629312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115839886395629312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115839886395629312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115839886395629312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/sum-peeps-were-talking-about-rearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115837220036082910</id><published>2006-09-16T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T10:03:38.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah sian.. got back report book le.. guess what i got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Overall 51%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All subjects cept e maths got C5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emaths F9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt; i relly gotta work harder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yay i still love my ah gong lol. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoling and huiping came back to see choir along wid ah gong.. lol.. den the 5 performers aiwei zalikha firdaus jiahao kelly performed breaking free in front of the choir again.. but before that kelly kinda cried.. cuz she was afraid tt pple will laugh at her.. if im not wrong..&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; GAL PEOPLE WUN LAUGH AT U CHEER UP KAYS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinghang said i was sad for this whole week... got mehx...? i thought is he sad... like always black face black face de... so in the end i dun dare to go talk to him... hmmmm.... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others think im very dao... always walk pass them then dun say hi or sumthin.. but whenever i walk pass them i was kinda seeing whether they will say hi or not.. cuz sumtimes they might be in bad mood or sumthin.. so in the end when they dun say hi or wave or whatever i also dun do it.. prolly in their minds they are thinking that im not gonna wave or say hi den in the end they also dun do it or sumthin... again.. we are all waiting for each other to make the first move..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leads me to the next point... if all of us wait for people to make the first move.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THE WORLD IS NEVER GONNA MOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Oh please.. its like... hello? just make the first move if u wanna get that thing.. if u dun do anythin den how do u expect yourself to get it? and then in the end u are blaming urself that u are useless and upset blah blah blah.. walou please la.. its like.. if you did sumthin and it didnt succeed.. u can start whining about it.. but if u didnt do anythin yet wan sumthin to happen and when nothin happens u are cryin over the bad situation that it has put u in... i tell u... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U ARE JUST LIKE ME =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok whatever.. lol.. i was talking about myself.. i hate it.. lawl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm great shit damn comp is lagging again.. sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and my counter dissappeared AGAIN!!! ARGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i gotta study hard.. GU MAH TYKO OR REALLY STUDY!?!?! PASS ALL SUBJECTS AND GOT LIKE A FEW As AND Bs !!!!! WALOU!!! I ENVY HIM!!! oh and&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; i want ur bunny =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... gotta play!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115837220036082910?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115837220036082910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115837220036082910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115837220036082910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115837220036082910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/wah-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115814907813809049</id><published>2006-09-13T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:04:38.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf.. haiz.. sian.. these 3 days have been... school just reopened and i was expecting everythin to be ok but this is sum ass shit thing.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first... jiamin is sad.. very sad.. and has been crying.. i see her cry i also feel like crying.. everythin that is happening now for her is like... haiz... i mean.. why must we always be the last to know? why cant u say it out? why issit always must find out from others den we will know what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second.. friendships have been very rough.. its like.. i feel as if im losing frens.. and i am.. haiz.. but seriously.. sum i cannot tahan le.. its just very.. suspicious... and... again.. im the last to know.. wtf.. i hate it.. really hate it.. fuckfuckfuckfuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third.. my studies is goin down.. and miss yu is thinking we are lazy.. WTF nvm just let her vent her anger since she is also under stress.. but den who can WE vent out anger on?!?! haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth... i regret everythin that ive done.. should never have thought that way.. and now i dun wan anythin to happen anymore. not everythin on my blog is about you.. stop thinking its always about u.. im sure this person knows who im talking about. dun nid to say if u think im talking about u den its u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth... i almost wanted to start a cat fight yesterday cuz i was suspecting sumthin. but den in the end its not true.. but im still suspecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixth.. im still worried about jiamin.. haiz.. she very poor thing lehx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... these few days.. 3 days so many things happen.. exam is in 2 weeks time.. wtf.. haiz.. sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115814907813809049?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115814907813809049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115814907813809049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115814907813809049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115814907813809049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115781148844286265</id><published>2006-09-09T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:18:08.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol.. recently started to play conquer again... cuz my bro was playing.. guess i got influenced into it again.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw Don thanks for plvling me lol.. erm... and im also happy we are on good terms again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... den.. why are so many people sad on msn? their nicks will put.. sadded, sad, saddened, blah blah.. lol &lt;strong&gt;CHEER UP!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz.. school startes in one day time.. and i have not done my homework.. im dead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... and i realise&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; stress causes swollen gums. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any more? hmmm.... lets se.. oh i nid the songs.. oh man... dunno who to look for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah and i feel like plucking up my courage to talk to him again.. i wanna talk to him again.. recently at night when i was thinking about stuff i started to think of last time.. when i actually have sumone to confide in.. haiz.. i miss those days.. do u think i should sms him or sumthin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... i think sum people will know what i was talking about bahx,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian... im getting misunderstood again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115781148844286265?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115781148844286265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115781148844286265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115781148844286265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115781148844286265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/lol_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115761229985774548</id><published>2006-09-07T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:07:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol yesterday night was damn funny LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love talking on pm lol den people can join in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know what happened? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol its like diyao and i were talking about AP and sayin if he has ap and sayin why he wanna change plus if i have ap den jinghang said dun show the whole world what we two were talking about den he say he love dunno who so i said i hate him [ jh ] den afterthat dy say i hate him? [ dy ] den i said no i hate jinghang den jh ask me i hate him issit den we started to quarrel den i cried den he said he loved me LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok whoever got the whole lump of shit is....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... i dunno la.. like what jinghang said... i dun know dy that well. and like what dy said only people in his class will know if he really have ap or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im in no position to say anythin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.... haiz.. i hope he doesnt break his promise.. if he does... i think im gonna strangle his neck. *bleah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. sian.. nothin to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pammy said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[[ It really is true.. liking a person and thinking of him is better than not liking anyone and not thinking of anyone.. but den liking a person who likes another is the worst thing that could ever happen because you really dunno what to do for your situation. ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115761229985774548?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115761229985774548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115761229985774548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115761229985774548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115761229985774548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/lol-yesterday-night-was-damn-funny-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115754959346731571</id><published>2006-09-06T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:33:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how many times.. have i heard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[[ no la surely no gals will like me de..]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[[ haiz you so good so many people care for you ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[[ my life is the worst ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;[[ im so useless.. ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[[ it is impossible for any gal to like me ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive heard enuff!! its like... seriously.. at this rate u are going any gal that hears it will also not like u la. even if the gal likes u if u keep low rating yourself she will stop liking you. LOW SELF ESTEEM. please la.. its like.. even if have chance de.. den u will make until no chance la.. wtf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE SOME FAITH IN YOURSELF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... haiz.. its like.. aiyo.. walou.. haiz.. sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss him.. dunno why.. and its like so many him.. haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115754959346731571?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115754959346731571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115754959346731571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115754959346731571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115754959346731571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-many-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115754526865212617</id><published>2006-09-06T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:29:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyoyo... haiz... i tell a lot of people nehx.... feel so good yet so insecure... haiz... im afraid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. sian... i knew u will be bored to death in my house.. lol... haiz.. sian... actually only call jason.. lol.. den suddenly diyao.. den yongwei.. again.. those two.. lol.. den after that.. they rot at my house.. den pammy came.. den we started to talk.. sadly only me and pam high.. sian... walou... those guys act hardworking... haiz.. den after that... sian sian liao.. haiz.. den they went home.. left jason and jiamin and pammy.. den lidat lorx.. sian la.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... haiz..haiz.. ah well... all i know is pammy keep disturbing yongwei.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he still owes me a story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian... haiz.. i read it... saw it.. left it.. thought about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ Help...... Some love...... Care...... And a reality check. ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember.. lol.. still do.. always will.. whatever.. its over.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever felt like you're living in a world full of fake smiles and stupid lies which u really wish to change and revert it into its original form? i do... haiz... what is happening now... sian.. i feel like.. sobs.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC ar KC ... lol... u arz.. so funny.. lol.. haiz... but frankly speaking when i miss sumone i'll write it here. I'll keep saying i miss him/her.. den after that ill write why i miss him.. even though i've only left him/her 5 secs ago i can miss that person.. im serious about it.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..... i miss him.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... its gonna be out soon.. i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who have jay chou qing tian and Be My Escape by Relient K  and Delima by Nelly feat. Kelly Rowland can send me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115754526865212617?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115754526865212617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115754526865212617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115754526865212617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115754526865212617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/aiyoyo.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115746628197172949</id><published>2006-09-05T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:30:35.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realise i contradict myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say i hate AP and liars.. but.. i dun really hate them.. i just hate that characteristic of it.. lol.. dunno la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. what am i doing with my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL oh yea before i forget.. today was the lamest day of my life.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i went bball court wid jiamin ants veron and her fren.. den after that the guys came along.. den at 3.18 yongwei who was at the other end of the court smsed me ask us what we talking about he very sian.. den jiamin say so lame!! den i ask him come over den he say dun dare lol.. den after that when we leaving we wanted to leave the bball in the court cuz dunno whose de.. den is cyrus lend us one.. summore he go home.. so in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I CALLED YONGWEI ON THE HP DEN HE ACTUALLY PICKED UP LOL!! DEN AFTER THAT THE GALS ALL BURST OUT IN LAUGHTER CUZ ALL I WANTED TO SAY WAS THAT WE ARE LEAVING THE BALL THERE LATER THEY TAKE. LOL!! DEN ITS LIKE HE WAS JUST IN THE OPPOSITE COURT.. LOL!! LAME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115746628197172949?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115746628197172949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115746628197172949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115746628197172949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115746628197172949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-realise-i-contradict-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115746533194388053</id><published>2006-09-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:08:52.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz.. so many fucking shit is happening now i cant even catch my breathe... could anyone just gimme sum space to breathe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... &lt;em&gt;too many stuff to blog about&lt;/em&gt; i dunno where to start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;im like just waiting for a miracle to happen right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;save me from this terrible reality nightmare.. its like.. choking me like shit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... no amount of songs can cheer me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;no la not really one cute guy will do the trick... =P &gt;.&lt; =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. haiz.. the matter is still persisting.. oh man... why did this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[[ i hate u hate me ]]&lt;/span&gt; thing happen again? it happened in sec 1 and 2 and now.. haiz.. i hate it.. &lt;em&gt;i dun deny i have a share in this shit that is happening now&lt;/em&gt; but.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i really nid to have a damn face to face confession...&lt;/span&gt; i mean.. when im prepared.. but i dun dare.. and dun wan.. haiz... like all get together and start to spill the shit that all of us have been using to backstab each other.... why can he be here? then he can help me.. tell me what to do... but its over... i miss him.. a lot.. but... nothin will be like last time.. thats why i love those times.. i really.. have a real friend to count on.. even though not same lvl but.. i still remember.. lets not rake it up.. haiz... and.. i read what happened... hmmm... anyways.. got luck for olvls.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... still got what...? things are starting to get wierd... i wanna know what is happening!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nid a real hard cold knock back into reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember... i still do... but i know all these will not help.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i miss him badly... those nights... when.. i feel free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why issit that every one is... like... haiz... i really wonder...&lt;br /&gt;issit so hard to show ur soft side to others face to face? why must you hide it? i mean its like.. why show it on net when.. u know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish someone can take me to a beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115746533194388053?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115746533194388053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115746533194388053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115746533194388053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115746533194388053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115737852375816904</id><published>2006-09-04T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:08:12.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha yay!! i found sumone who listens to pop music!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALOYSIUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!! high five!! lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... haiz... sian...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i hate liars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... guess correct le still dun tell me.. walou.. to think when u guess i told u the answer... so guo fen lo..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; i hate u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. i dun deny im a liar also but at least after that i say the truth.. ass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE LIARS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are people guessing...? its like so lame la.. i mean even people who dunno me knows.. wtf?!?! haiz.. its so shitting gay.. wanna know why? they guess for wad? den go ask other people... i mean its like.. haiz.. nvm... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also nobody understand what im trying to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. today is like.. one of the wierdest day of my life...? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh and next time dun show adonis ur hp or mp3 or ipod or whatever.. lol lets all do him a favour =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... haiz... so what? &lt;em&gt;all these is happening for the wrong reason...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are here and im still thinking too much... lol...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i regret hearing it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... so i would not have to think too much now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;mel and huiling&lt;/span&gt; i will post here if i still do and ill tell u gals ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... sian.... life is getting more and more boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i feel so happy now cuz ive bought the things i wanted.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; [[ Materialistic shit ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. sian... okok i know people is getting tired of hearing me say this but........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i miss him.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. i dun care le... if i think about this too much im afraid it will turn out like last time.. it always happens... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115737852375816904?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115737852375816904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115737852375816904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115737852375816904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115737852375816904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/haha-yay-i-found-sumone-who-listens-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115720546489211653</id><published>2006-09-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:57:45.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why is it that guys always think that they are worser than other guys when the fact is that they are better than others? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haiz.. just cuz of sum short coming and they &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;think that they are the worst guys anyone could have ever known and that no gal will ever like them when the fact is that there is sumone liking them but the person just doesnt wanna make the feelings known..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;is it that hard for them to believe that there are gals willing to like them?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;even though nobody tells them that a girl likes them doesnt mean that no girls like them...&lt;/span&gt; even for the worst guy.. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no matter how fat or short or smelly or attitudual he is there will still be a girl willling to stand behind his back and support them even if it is quietly and without the guy knowing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;NO MATTER HOW BAD HE IS HE STILL HAS HIS SWEET AND GENTLE SIDE&lt;/span&gt;. some guys keep saying that no girl will ever like them and if the girl were to like him the girl is like.. sumthin wrong in the brain or sumthin.. haiz.. or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;issit that even though they feel that they are not up to standard they still have standards for girls that they can accept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is it that way? haiz... what on earth are they thinking la.. haiz.. i really wanna know.. i mean.. guys come to me and say that they are like the worst guys any gal could have ever known... wtf la... haiz.. only few have actually came up and are daring to say that he is able to admit that he thinks hes average and have loads of self confidence. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i feel that guys who dun have self confidence always make themselves sound so bad and in the end they really so feel bad about themselves... and den people start to feel bad about them too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiz i have no idea what i was talking about.. and for those who have managed to read through all grats...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... but&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; i dun deny that gals have the same problem too...&lt;/span&gt; but im wondering why issit that guys show their weaknesses out so easily nowadays? i mean arent they suppose to be like.. hidding them or sumthin? or issit that they just hide it from their other male frens and show it to female frens? haiz i dunno la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... &lt;em&gt;they say its getting obvious.. &lt;/em&gt;how come? haiz.. i mean.... &lt;strong&gt;its like more and more people are starting to talk about it and im starting to feel as if im being betrayed.&lt;/strong&gt; its getting very annoying and i would like to stop this. ok &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i just realise i bu she de write it out.&lt;/span&gt; lol.. haiz... but please just stop probing on it le la.. i mean probe summore also no use.. its like wanna know for what? lol as if stuff will happen... i guess saying it out was a big mistake. i mean its like.. say out liao also no use lor... and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its making things worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... sian.. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO MORE FEELING-RELATED MATTERS FOR ME ONLY UNTIL AFTER EXAMS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115720546489211653?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115720546489211653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115720546489211653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115720546489211653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115720546489211653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-is-it-that-guys-always-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115720316407012830</id><published>2006-09-02T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:19:24.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol.. royston juz said that if i go eat sakae i will become a fat pig.. fine i wun eat le.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i desperately feel like eating sashimi... sobx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... haiz.. dunnow whether to go out wid jiamin tml not lehx.. lol .. got tuition.. hmmm haiz.. sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today watched [[ Full House ]] and i feel like living in that serial show again... I really love that show la.. its like.. damn sweet... i can like cry through the whole show.. lol ... today watched a lot of cry-able shows.. sobx... so heartwarming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. now royston guessing who anthea like.. lol... lame... lol...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. i miss him.. dunno why... miss den miss lor.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasper is gonna be so broke when school reopens.. he owes me $14.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. im dead... it leaked out le..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115720316407012830?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115720316407012830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115720316407012830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115720316407012830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115720316407012830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115711910381214301</id><published>2006-09-01T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:59:45.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz shit ass la.. everything is getting so confusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE SOOOO DO NOT ADMIT TO WHAT THEY DID WRONG AND TRY TO SAY ANOTHER THING TO COVER UP WHAT THEY HAVE DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. lol.. its damn irritating la.. i know i do that too.. but.. its like.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just cant tolerate that&lt;/span&gt;.. in the end the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;whole situation will turn very messed up and confusions start to occur&lt;/span&gt;.. then &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the people who are in the wrong in the first place became innocent and the people who were not in the wrong start to be in the wrong.&lt;/span&gt; if anybody can get what i mean.. its like.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;bitch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la.. anna... wtf.. pammy no wrong lor.. its like.. u are like BITCH.. haiz.. dunno la.. asstard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;haiz... Pammy! dun SAD over that type of fren kk? STILL GT ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115711910381214301?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115711910381214301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115711910381214301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115711910381214301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115711910381214301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/09/haiz-shit-ass-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115703362736563642</id><published>2006-08-31T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:13:47.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz.. lol.. after reading minggui's blog i suddenly feel like crying.. dunno why lehx.. maybe cuz of the song bahx... he post was.. kinda.. er... making me cry for sum particular reason which i dunno... but.. it juz was gonna make me cry.. i dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... haiz.. i started thinking about.. past.. like in my whole secondary school life.. i had loads of happy times.. but also plenty of sad times.. enuff to pull me down... but i always remember the happy times.. and i still do... even though i might not be talking to sum people.. i still think of talking to them.. but den... NO GUTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the old times.. when everything was well... haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss those two days.. when... it was so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive decided to let my secret out only after exams are over.. but sumhow i feel sumone is spreading my secret cuz more and more people know.. and its like unexpected people.. wtf? like khai... and den sum are like.. so suay suddenly ask me... waiting for that guy arz? den i was like... er no? why muz wait for him? lol... dotx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss him badly la.. dunno why... i feel so.... unwell now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115703362736563642?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115703362736563642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115703362736563642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115703362736563642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115703362736563642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/haiz_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115703166976985033</id><published>2006-08-31T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:49:25.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay today was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to look for pammy after school... went yck the er.. pool place.. saw a few of her guy frens.. lol.. hmmm.. den after that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went off to chongfu!!&lt;/span&gt; went to eat &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;chicken rice&lt;/span&gt;.. the one that i missed a long long time ago!! lol!! hmmm... den saw wenchuan.. lol.. when he saw me.. or maybe he didnt see me.. but he was like shocked [[ OMG ]] den after that i saw a lot of opss students.. omg la.. i didnt know so many opss students were once chongfu students.. lol haiz.. and i realised.. the gal juniors from opss all like to hit guys.. wtf...? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;den also the juniors that graduated from chongfu all damn beng.. is like... ok la.. kinda act beng..&lt;/span&gt; and im surprised &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;weilun knows siangann&lt;/span&gt;!! omg la!! and he is his god brother.. and is teaching him fighting.. or sparring.. sumthin lidat.. he say siangann beat up a person till his mouth or cheek or whatever got one hole.. sumthin lidat.. and say his sis is siangann's godsis.. thats why he is his god bro.. er.. complicated situation.. anyways.. aiyo... i juz cant believe larhx... hmmm.. den hmmm.. still got what arz... den we went arnd the sch doin nothin.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol went out wid &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pammy jo jianwen&lt;/span&gt;.. den we were like&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; damn high&lt;/span&gt;.. jo me pam damn high.. den jianwen like at first very cold cold de.. nvr hear him talk... den after that jo gone le... den we went kbox.. wanted to ask yongwei and diyao.. but remembered they not free.. so didnt ask le... hmm.. den walou.... damn cold la the room.. then jianwen also like so hai xiu.. so in the end me and pam sing first.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i sux &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; hmmm... den we got damn high.. i started to scream.. and i realised &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i dun nid to use mike and i can sing just as loud =D&lt;/span&gt; lol... ah well... den we saw sum cute RI guys.. lol.. anyways!! erm... den we were shivering and singing at the same time.. lol... lame... we stayed there and rotted for 2 and a half hours.. lol.. den after that 630 &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we left to eat sakae&lt;/span&gt;... eaat till 730 den left for home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASPER YOUR TICKET IS STILL WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... i miss that day... it was last year.. that it happened the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. ah gong! dun leave without a trace!!! make sure it is just a thought... dun really do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with everything i did today i thought of him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115703166976985033?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115703166976985033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115703166976985033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115703166976985033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115703166976985033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay-today-was-fun-went-to-look-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115694415650481649</id><published>2006-08-30T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:30:34.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha... lol.. today very funny... after school got choir.. choir not bad... hmm.. den play bball.. suddenly rain.. so happy.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;wanna get sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. oh yea.. when it was raining.. royston was like.. he was already sick.. and i wanted to be more sick.. so i stood in the rain.. hoping to get a flu or sumthin.. den royston asked me to go under shelter.. in the end i dun wan so he stood out den he was like pei me or sumthin.. den i was like u go in la i tot u sick? den he said dun wan la u go in de i go in.. den i said lol if U go in then i go in. lol.. den after that he was like sumthin sumthin sumthin.. cant remember.. oh i think he said he wanted to get sick so tml dun nid to come sch sumthin lidat...? den i was like.. over there desperately tryin to get sick.. haiz.. dunno la.. in the end he came to play bball under the rain for a while.. but too bad... the security aunty came and chased all of us inside.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm oh before that... qiong antz me were shooting.. den came jasper.. still ok.. he shoot wid us.. den came sum guy from 2a2'05... i think his name was allen or sumthin.. den after that the whole court became.. nvm.. den in the end he took over the court.. wtf.. den royston cyrus they all there sitting down.. den after that i got very pek ciek of standing there bai mei doin nothin tryin to hint that i want to shoot and like trying to say [[ wtf shoo larhx...! ]] so i sat down.. talked to jiamin.. den i was like.. purposely talking very loudly to show my unhappiness.... ass... den after hat i stood up.. [[ ahem.. ]] den he passed me the ball.. dotx... wtf... aiya dunno la.. pass ball can at least face people not.. i know why le.. guess he think too pro to look at noob.. ok lor.. i hate it.. next time horx DUN EVER COME IN AND PLAY "PRO" AND INTERRUPT.. too pro le go pro's area.. dun come here... too noob for u le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive heard stuff abt him.. well.. apparently it aint nicee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[[ okok if anythin on top there makes sumone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;angry den dun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;read it and SORRY ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i not angry le... lol juz now tt was to let off steam.. ANYWAYS!!! i desperately wanna learn how to play pool... hmmm.. oh yea.. i goin out tml.. ask pammy teach me.. wahaha!! hmmm.. she ask me to ask the two guys again.. should i? lol... go guai lorx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. im still.... oh yea and one more person knows abt it. DAMIT SHITTASS how come?!?! sumone muz have definitely leaked it out.. if not impossible so many people know.. even ______ also ask me.. i was like.. wtf why him... so qiao... haiz.. miss him la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[[ imisshimandimfallinginlovewithhimmoreandmorewitheachlookthatisee ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115694415650481649?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115694415650481649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115694415650481649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115694415650481649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115694415650481649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115685668557133990</id><published>2006-08-29T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:04:46.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz... these few days loads of things happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st.. theres this thing about anthea and weiming.. WAHAHA!! i created it!! hees.. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd.. things are starting to get rough between my frens and i.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd.. im slacking like shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th.. my language sux....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th.. im still deciding if i shuld say or not... sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th.. I have so many questions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... lets see.. today one more person knows about my secret... 6 more people know about anthea's secret up to date... haiz... den... loads of things happened.. i have no idea how to say it... it juz.. happens... everythin is getting confusing.. mashed up.. linked together.. that when i touch one situation... another is affected... i cant tell people stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... what am i suppose to do now...? i relly.. haiz... kim... if ur reading this.. i guess i do really feel sad.. but its juz that in school i dun think so much thats why im quite happy in school... whereas at home i am so free my thoughts start to wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and R im still guessin even though u say nobody.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... is it really her? haiz... i duno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still confused... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. and my blog's counter dissappeared.. ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed my maths... im doomed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can u miss a person when he's right in front of u?&lt;br /&gt;i can... i dunno.. i guess i miss talking to him bahx.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im actually going... sumthin worse than crazy.. im getting bad mood swings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... im goin out wid pammy and jo on thursday... i remembered last year... miss that day... it was the first time... yea.. and i was happy... very... miss him... still.. ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.... too much to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115685668557133990?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115685668557133990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115685668557133990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115685668557133990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115685668557133990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/haiz_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115654873137030521</id><published>2006-08-26T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:12:30.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was damn funny la...&lt;br /&gt;okok.. its like.. after school in the canteen... the guys started to gather arnd the tables infront of us.. den &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;when aloy and ck started to ''fight'' aloy was like [[ manda u see?! ]] den i was like [[ ya? ]] den he said [[ he beating me! ]] den i saaid [[ is it my business? ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol den after that cyrus started to play the staring game wid me den &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;he suddenly diao me so i said [[ diao diao diao?!?! ]] guanhao suddenly said [[ she me diyao diyao diyao?!?! ]]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;den in the end me jiamin anthea started to laugh like shit and its like laugh for so long lor~&lt;/span&gt; den diyao ask why we laugh at the same time for so long?!?! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*bleah wun tell u its our secret =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh and i seriously think that cyrus should stop trying to get close to pamela. reason is cuz im getting jealous =P no la is she thinks its starting to get very...... whatever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday class was very relaxed... so much free time.. so fun... zulaikha jiamin veronica me started to have some heart to heart talk.. love it! but after that &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i felt so much like a bitch larhx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me = BITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to hate mdm ang... feels as if she loves to play wid us... like... aiya.. dunno what to say... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but she is still a good teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hmm.. den... oh yea.. choir... was not bad... at least not all of us forgotten about the song feeling groovy... den we could learn another one and a half page... so fun!!!&lt;/span&gt; apparently most of us enjoy singing but den we dun show it out outside choir... act act nia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;lets see... one more person knows about my secret... how? i have no idea... its like... juz guess lorx... is it that obvious??!?! haiz... dunno la... den that person got problem troubling him he dun say... still ask me to say out when i have problem... ITS NOT A FAIR TRADE!! lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anyways... well.. he could see the change in me when he was there and when he left... thanks for asking if i was ok or not =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh btw wad was diyao doing behind antz and jiamin ? to royston..? sumthin like a hand sign like jiayou or sumthin...? dunno la lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... after fooling arnd at the bball court for a while... decided to shoot for a while.... bleah its getting worse... i didnt even play for like the last week or sumthin... haiz... muz continue.. hmmm.... haiz... jiamin!!! its like.... so... aiyo.... right in front of me all the while... i feel so.. pek ciek... aiyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I HATE THE ANTS THAT WERE BITING ME AT THE BASKETBALL COURT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU MAN!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry anthea no offence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after bball... went to canteen... saw that he.. not the he that i was talking about in the earlier part of the post... i saw that he was still in school..... wow... 1st time... lol... hmm... still dun dare to walk past him bahx... when i saw him i started to feel... very... dunno... den in the canteen.. started to go hyper liao.. so in the end shoot ice at jasper... lol... not bad... quite accurate... lol.. although i could have thrown a huge piece at him... but i scared hit him liao den will hit yongwei and jason.. lol.. hmmm... den jiamin and minggui went home 1st... den we started to fool for a while... den yijie when we leaving that time he kept saying bye bye bye juz like what siyuan did when we were leaving the canteen he also kept saying bye bye bye... lol... den in the foyer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAR THIS OOPS I MEAN READ...! ERM I TOLD YIJIE TO TELL SIYUAN THAT ANTHEA TOLD ME TO TELL HIM TO TELL HIM BYE BYE!!! den yijie did it and siyuan said bye to anthea!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;imisshimlikeshitthaticannotdenybutistillcantfacehimandihavenoideawhyneedhelpdesperately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how?!?! the thing is getting bigger liao... too many people know le... die liao la.... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;oh and for sum people... pls.. i nid my privacy... i have a circle of comfort... pls dun come to close to me.. keep a distance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[[ he comes and goes like the wind and I only get one last glance when he's gone ]]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i realised people turn back to look when they are leaving... but when they are leaving and in sight of others.. when u say bye.. they just never seem to turn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does he come here...? do i sound creepy? lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115654873137030521?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115654873137030521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115654873137030521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115654873137030521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115654873137030521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/lol-yesterday-was-damn-funny-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115625266101643686</id><published>2006-08-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:17:41.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and i failed my chem and passed my physics plus a maths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nid to buck up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like it will happen forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive always been losing... haiz... i wanna giv up.. but whenever i say that i know that i cant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss him so much i dunno how to describe it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115625266101643686?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115625266101643686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115625266101643686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115625266101643686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive always been losing... haiz... i wanna giv up.. but whenever i say that i know that i cant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss him so much i dunno how to describe it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115625241515949248?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115625241515949248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115625241515949248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115625241515949248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115625241515949248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-and-i-failed-my-chem-and-passed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115625131231166912</id><published>2006-08-22T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:55:16.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz... i guess today is the most... confusing and sad and pissed and wadever.. i sick and tired of writing my feelings for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. basically... i feel as if ive done sumthin wrong... and... haiz... i dunno... basically my mind was... filled with... thoughts of... haiz... people who are close to me might know bahx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after school was damn hyper for like 1 hour or sumthin... den decided to study trigo... got diyao to teach me for a while.. den his fren took over.. frankly speaking i still dun understand a single shit cuz i kinda got pissed after a while... noise... irritants.. whatever la... sorry to whoever i blared at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so... lost now... what am i suppose to do now? how? how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a feeling he knows... yeap... and i dropped a tear in front of jhang today... cant believe i did that.. but... ah well... dunno la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i relly nid to scream or ill actually blow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115625131231166912?l=mydiiary--.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-17353766.post-115595031389608153</id><published>2006-08-19T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:18:37.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday was basically fun..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spend like 40 minutes wid shaorui and aloy.. no idea how to spell his full name so i shall not =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aloy keep pulling me and ck together =.= lame larx u...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; den in class when he was joking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he fell down from his chair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i got what was goin on bahx.. lol damn funny. okok this is roughly what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i was blur.. so when i asked ck if i can ask him sumthin... he said yea what.. den aloy said oh your future is here or shumthin.. lol.. dunno.. den i asked him a question.. den he was like... er no bahx.. den aloy said chey i tot what.. den after that i said [[ i miss siyuan =X ]] den aloy was laughing like SHIT and said aiya chengkok bu yao jing de bu yong ku bu yao wei le a ke shu fang qi le zheng ge seng lin.. i was like...? den aloy said i know u later gonna go to the toilet take tissue. den when i heard that i immediately said [[ u nid tissue? i have ! ]] lol that made aloy laugh even more....!!! damn lol la.. lol after that i cant remember what happened... er den ck said why muz u pick on her? so many other gals in the class u go choose her lol.. den i said ohoh ok i roughly get what is going on liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... den after school aloy saw me ask where is ck i said i tot he go home study liao? he said aiyo he went home cry liao.. XD lol den after that more guys went to the bball court... den the place became damn crowded... den after that antz and i saw the bball guys doing the horse stance.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WE LAUGHED LIKE SHIT XD !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; den after that they started to play... hmmm.. den aloy got blister.. lol.. hmmm.. oh den after that we went to alley.. played wid the netball hoop... lol.. in quite a lot of times.. so happy!!! lol.. den antz and i said... enter hoop 1 point hit them 2 points... i scored 6 from hitting them....!! XD hmm.. den we went back to the court... played there till 620... ah well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its like.. whenever i see... i will.. kinda.. give attitude.. or diao.. den walk off.. i dunno why.. but i regret goin it...and i miss him like shit.. haiz...... sobs..... very long didnt talk liao... haiz... sobs... miss him.. haiz...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how? what am i suppose to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says &lt;em&gt;im in love&lt;/em&gt;... lol... but i think im just &lt;em&gt;confused&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i wanna talk to him.. guess i dun have the guts to do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... he....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. help me... i wanna hear his voice again...? but its like.. whenever there's the ?? there i start to.. wakao.. pek ciek... like i start to feel damn irritated.... i dunno why.. i mean.. its like... wtf.. he like got forced to talk to me or sumthin.. AIYA DUNNO LA.. i juz hope i dun diao him in school again on monday and i hope that im not invisible... well.. cuz last time when i smiled or waved he juz walked pass..... wtf... dunno la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;everything is different now... i miss those days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i miss him even more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115595031389608153?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115595031389608153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115595031389608153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115595031389608153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115595031389608153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115582360237573549</id><published>2006-08-17T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:11:28.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiya.. today amaths.. ok la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;im starting to love elysia's blog... her songs rox!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. what else? oh and i think i made up my mind yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;since i cant tolerate anythin.. might as well just give up and prepare for my exams now? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what he said is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cant be able to tolerate it de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... love him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! okok sharon and i have this idea for choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[[ ALTHOUGH LAST TIME I MENTIONED IT BEFORE IM GONNA MENTION IT &lt;u&gt;AGAIN&lt;/u&gt; ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly.&lt;br /&gt;this i didnt mention b4 its sharon's idea and i think its great.&lt;br /&gt;whenever choir is gonna learn a new song.. mr chen can like give the committee the score first.. den we learn ahead of the choir.. therefore when they are gonna learn at least he not that tou tong den we also can teach.. faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second-ly.&lt;br /&gt;alumni choir or like a ''show'' or ''lead'' choir.&lt;br /&gt;all know what's alumni choir.. so dun nid to explain...&lt;br /&gt;the second one... the show or lead choir... its like.. a group of dedicated peeps come together.. do this out of choir practice... they shall learn harder songs... on top of the choir songs... they also can learn songs that the choir is gonna learn. so they can help lead in the choir. can be in the future committee too... this is just a suggestion la... den this group can also perform how a song goes in front of the choir... or can also occasionally do small performances arnd the school... like.. juz gather and sing.... stuff lidat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll... think about it... i think it might work... i would like to see it happening.. haas... it will be fun. and it can also help out in choir's publicity... plus recruitment.. and show the school what we are. prolly get more committed members... also inspire them.... well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ me and my wishful thinkings.. ]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115582360237573549?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115582360237573549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115582360237573549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115582360237573549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115582360237573549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/haiya.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115577007343716426</id><published>2006-08-17T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T07:15:34.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need answers.... badly... i want them....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[[ Diyao chill dude u have not lost all your frens =D ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... hmmm... still have what..... i have too many questions to ask.. and even if i asked nobody can answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I OBJECT TO CLONING IF I HAVE A CHANCE TO VOTE FOR WHETHER CLONING IS ALLOWED IN SINGAPORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun understand why people want to have immortality..? wont they get bored of life? i mean its like... u have to suffer.. because of problems.. its not as if when u have immortality den u wun feel pain or hurt and stuff... and even if u have immortality.. i feel that only people like honest doctors and hardworking researchers are worthy of immortality. wanna know why? because they contribute to the society... if people like me are being cloned.. the world is doom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and clones are perfect... what if they have their mindset and wanna take over the world and destoy the makers of them? wun humans and mankind be extinct? i mean their iq is much higher since they are genetically modified.. i mean... haiz.. i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I JUST DO NOT SUPPORT CLONING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[[ sorry no offence to anybody and this is just my personal opinion. ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115577007343716426?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115577007343716426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115577007343716426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115577007343716426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115577007343716426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-answers.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115573009180753329</id><published>2006-08-16T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:08:19.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate it.. i hate it.. hate it when it happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well... one more person knows abt it... sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... haiz... why always lidat de? i dunno what is happening now... after school didnt go for choir for like one hour... den after that.. why izzit that HE ALWAYS SO DAO DE?!?! I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[[ I FEEL SO BLOODY HELL GODAMIT INVISIBLE TO &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haiz... i relly was gonna break down liao lor.. haiz... den its like.. saw him quite.. den wanted to ask what happened.. but.. its like... whatever.. like that person will say anythin lidat... that person only bothers about _______... wtf la.. not worth the attention lor... its like.... why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok i wanna say this... why izzit that they are oblivious to pple who care and keep caring for the person that used to care? den soon they dun care anymore den they realise it.. WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh and im sorry to... like yijie.. royston yong wei and whoever else was there if i was damn dao.. sorry.. wasnt in the mood... damn irritated.. pissed... confused.. sad... fucked off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assholes... that person is the most dao one.. always walk pass yet dunno how to smile.. den when i dao that time that person say.... [[ blah blah blah ]] haiz.. whatever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and siyuan why suddenly ask me if i like diyao? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PISSED OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I NID TO SCREAM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THERE TO NO OTHER BETTER WORD THAT CAN DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I NEED A MORE VULGAR WORD TO EXPRESS HOW I FEEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE KILLING SUMBODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ASS LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT A FEELING ITS ALL OVER LIAO.&lt;br /&gt;everything that happened is now gone...&lt;br /&gt;if things show everythin will fade even faster..&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.. i dun wan it to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really nid to tell sumone about what im talking about.. but i cant&lt;br /&gt;cuz if it leaks out im dead... and....&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 cant tolerate it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that i cant stop.. but den i juz cant stop myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115573009180753329?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115573009180753329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115573009180753329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115573009180753329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115573009180753329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115565214557111365</id><published>2006-08-15T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:29:05.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yea!! okok i did a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that i like huifong to jm.. guess her reaction.&lt;br /&gt;[[ OMG OMG REALLY?!?! WALOU! U SERIOUS OR NOT?! *BLUSHES* *RED FACE* ANTHEA TELL ME IF ITS TRUE!!]]&lt;br /&gt;antz say what if i say it is?&lt;br /&gt;[[ OMG OIE!! DUN LIE TO ME LA!! ]]&lt;br /&gt;I say ya jm wo yao gen ni qiang&lt;br /&gt;[[ WALOU! MANDA!! ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den today i did sumthin again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ jm frankly speaking i like jason.. ]]&lt;br /&gt;[[ WTF?!?! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG]]&lt;br /&gt;wait wait im not essagurating her omgs.&lt;br /&gt;[[ omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg *red face* ]]&lt;br /&gt;i said walou jm ur face red le larx. why u jealous arz?&lt;br /&gt;den she started to say&lt;br /&gt;[[ NO?!?! but if u like him i muz say he is relly very good he puts the one he like infront of everything else ]]&lt;br /&gt;i said lidat good wad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! her reaction for both is damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but given 3 choices huifong jason siyuan ill choose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;SIYUAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YAY!! LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAIZ.. IM GETTING SICK AGAIN.. SIAN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I STILL MISS HIM... KEEP IN TOUCH KAYS...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115565214557111365?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115565214557111365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115565214557111365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115565214557111365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115565214557111365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-yea-okok-i-did-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115565129986233233</id><published>2006-08-15T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:15:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i passed my 2.4...&lt;/strong&gt; yay.. thanks antz for pacing me.. lol.... i look dumb while running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today is the most FUCKED UP day of this week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why? ill tell u why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm ang came storming into our class saying that one parent complain and claim that the whole class dunno what is tested for the test. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck when i heard it i was like fuck her la bloody bitch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have never liked her like since the first tuition. bitch u left a bad first impression in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and im happy that i had the tuition time miserable for u today =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;go to hell slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den today... &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;chem test.. damit im gonna fail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;haiz... today he very dao lehx.. its like... right in front of him he still.... i feel invisible... wtf larhx... i give up... well.. no la not really... but ill try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ask me why give up? i started to think issit dunwan me to move on.. haiz.. i dunno la... confused... whatever way i take its still wrong.. he has sumbody.. he likes sumbody...&lt;br /&gt;ill still end up nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;whichever way i take love will not be returned. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have taken the chance to cry today.. since i have the excuse...&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; i should have juz cried all my frustrations and troubles out...&lt;/span&gt; haiz.. he so dao... its as if nothin happened... well.. i mean nothin happened.. but its like... haiz... still frens mahx... den he so dao.. juz walk pass wid his fren.... well.. actually i dun relly expect him to talk.. maybe i wanna try smiling to him and see if he sees me or not...? i mean &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAIYA I DUNO LA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going crazy over juz one matter..... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i miss him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...did sumthin happen? or did u realise sumthin? nothin is the same anymore.. WHY?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna turn back time... i miss him.. i enjoyed the times.. even though it was short... and at night.. but.. HAIYA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waving is useless.. tried... i use excuses like.. hes busy.. hes not free.. dun wanna talk to me.. hates me.. dunno... i miss him like shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait wait.. im starting to sound desperate... EEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss him.. lots...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115565129986233233?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115565129986233233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115565129986233233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115565129986233233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115565129986233233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/firstly.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115555752428968528</id><published>2006-08-14T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:12:04.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol.. today so dao lor... haiz.. ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are starting to get wierd...&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ive decided to try to give up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... finally that fella is like.. afraid of us.. lol.. when he saw us he didnt dare to walk our direction.. he took the long way.. lol.. antz said.. if he were to open his mouth and juz say im sorry she would have apologised him.. BUT NOT FOR ME. i still regret not kicking him in the nuts.. LOL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... haiz.. what is happening? its like... haiz... dunno lehx... i wan answers... loads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no not that him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its that him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115555752428968528?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115555752428968528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115555752428968528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115555752428968528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115555752428968528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115546509284043397</id><published>2006-08-13T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:31:33.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol scratch that last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figure THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol okok i admit im going crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO FOR NEXT YEAR'S NDP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THEM!! LOADS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QIONG HUI DUN LINK ME IN UR BLOG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ HOW?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM CONFUSED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops sry for the caps..&lt;br /&gt;how? im like waiting for eternity to come.. lol&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... i wonder.. how will the world look like when it ends?&lt;br /&gt;volcanoes from everywhere explode?&lt;br /&gt;tornadoes?&lt;br /&gt;dinos come back to life after so many years being fossillised?&lt;br /&gt;mankind become frozen in iceage?&lt;br /&gt;hell opens it gates?&lt;br /&gt;we see the King of Hell and Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;i will see devils?&lt;br /&gt;pandas live in singapore?&lt;br /&gt;the impossible becomes possible?&lt;br /&gt;we start to panic and lose our senses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite im talking crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want answers to the under water world..&lt;br /&gt;what is lurking in the deep oceans?&lt;br /&gt;what type of evolution is taking place there?&lt;br /&gt;do the fishes talk?&lt;br /&gt;are there human life down there?&lt;br /&gt;can they perform magic?&lt;br /&gt;is there another world?&lt;br /&gt;do they have iq better than the world brainiest humans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. so many questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are there '' aliens '' ?&lt;br /&gt;is it true?&lt;br /&gt;how do they live?&lt;br /&gt;how do they operate?&lt;br /&gt;are they dangerous to us?&lt;br /&gt;are they made up of mercury?&lt;br /&gt;are they living in another dimension?&lt;br /&gt;are they living in other parts of the outer space which we've nvr seen before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can answer all my questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun say that im using my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;i want answers that can be found.&lt;br /&gt;but den like...&lt;br /&gt;haiya.. i dunno how to say.. but i want answers... and i dun wanna hear that there is no scientific prove of such things therefore no answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115546509284043397?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115546509284043397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115546509284043397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115546509284043397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115546509284043397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/lol-scratch-that-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17353766.post-115546029819872183</id><published>2006-08-13T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:11:38.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[[ YAY! I PASSED MY PIANO EXAM!!! YAY! GRADE 7 PRACTICAL CERT!!! YAY!! ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy.. like cuz on that day its like i was complaining to everybody who smsed me that im gonna fail my piano exam.. den its like.. the examiner also like very wad...so in the end its like.. i thought she was gonna fail me.. den i started to lose confident and stuff.. i went out crying like i was gonna fail and its the end.. and my brother went out and said he performed quite well... IN THE END HE FAILED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the diff? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol figure that out. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha heck.,. anyways... started to play audition..&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; wei hao coach me&lt;/span&gt;.. lol.. i lvled...? at least now im better.. but i still cant process the keys and arrows in my brain fast... in the end i keep missing... haiz... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;muz practice more&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;erm...my hair sux? its like so damn frizzy when i dun tie it up.. gets oily easily.. omg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;didnt sleep today until like 450 or sumthin.. and i woke up at 730... i only slept for like 2 hours or sumthin.. haiz... nobody pei wo..&lt;/span&gt; i still remember last time.. so fun... but not possible to get it back le... and i still remember.. we'll be friends till we are 30 years old... ah well... who knows.. anyways.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. haiz.. i wanna go out.. dun wanna stay at home.. i miss the times... i remember last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories are coming back to me.. i have no idea why.. but.. it seems like i still cant forget the past althou i think ive moved on... &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;is it suppose to be lidat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pple whom i dun give attitude to thinks that i gave them attitude... den pple keep misunderstanding my words.. whats happening to me.. and i that '' unclear '' ? &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it seems as if ive lost my ability to translate properly... &lt;/span&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i wanna say out how i feel... but im still not sure.. and im not sure if the other party was thinking the same thing as me or not.. den in the end so paiseh i didnt say out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT ANSWERS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... im confusing the shit outta myself again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i realised my&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; blood&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;swEET&lt;/span&gt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice tasting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er wait &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im no vamp&lt;/span&gt;... so dun worry.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i love the sight of damn sadistic things happening in front of me now.. i dunno why.. i mean although i might have sadistic thoughts i dun wanna witness it but now....... er ok la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun believe in the decisions i make anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i start to regret... what ive allowed to happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt allow it den no confusions will come out and i dun nid to find answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said.. being to obsessed is not good..&lt;br /&gt;and being to interested is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; AND I WUN TURN DESPERATE LARX&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. what else...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HIM LIKE SHIT SHIT SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if im gonna faint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh... eeewwwwwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rubs eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dun feel tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not tired of life yet.. im not physically nor mentally tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everythin that use to happen when i didnt want it to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no not that him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17353766-115546029819872183?l=mydiiary--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/feeds/115546029819872183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17353766&amp;postID=115546029819872183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115546029819872183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17353766/posts/default/115546029819872183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiiary--.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay-i-passed-my-piano-exam-yay-grade-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718312621681113783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
