<?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-26167589</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:17:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26167589.post-1624040207545684020</id><published>2007-01-17T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:34:25.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog post number #158&lt;br /&gt;thank you vogue-- and my past few blogger blogs (:&lt;br /&gt;but one must move on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOG MOVED TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluepolkadott.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://bluepolkadott.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&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/26167589-1624040207545684020?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1624040207545684020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=1624040207545684020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1624040207545684020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1624040207545684020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-moved-to-www.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-4289008822212009019</id><published>2007-01-12T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:35:25.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; %%</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;probably you didnt realise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay luh, lifes so full of surprises hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;headaches &amp; knee pains &amp;amp; muscle aches arent fun though&lt;br /&gt;please, stop it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no, i mean it, stop it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;so now im the one outa control. im the one at fault, what more do youre want. &lt;u&gt;j&lt;/u&gt; aint the only person, and youre know it. now, stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think 3F is cool after all :D&lt;br /&gt;and peiwen is DAMN CUTE please (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(are you thinking what im thinking! 1,2,3! (: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC damn funny lah haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what if i choose not to believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im cool (: and im a sophisticated girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;and all thats left may be the teeth marks&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/26167589-4289008822212009019?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/4289008822212009019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=4289008822212009019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/4289008822212009019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/4289008822212009019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='&amp; %%'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-5291534161228224050</id><published>2007-01-11T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T19:16:23.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love me, love me not</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;its incredible how you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;like no one has done before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, IM DA BEST MAN&lt;br /&gt;like ahaha lah, first im playing RUNESCAPE and now im downloading maple.&lt;br /&gt;omgs please (:&lt;br /&gt;dont mistaken, i still think killing mushrooms are damn lame (:&lt;br /&gt;BUT, this stupid comp is so slow.&lt;br /&gt;AND i want all my music and pictures back ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;look, i didnt want this to happen either yes. and the fact remains that i do not want to go alright. no matter what he says &amp; no matter what youre say. i mean, im not even part of youre anymore, so why bother about me. and now it just seem like its my fault. you said i was free to choose my option, you said it was my decision. what now ? you regret saying that ? why does it seem so hard. it wasnt this way before, why does it have to end this way. you all seem so supportive of me, what happen now. am i really wrong to say no ? has it became your choice ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math test was junk please. first question and i was stunned. woah demoralised aye&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta admit, the english &amp; chinese are far worse than the maths&lt;br /&gt;i know i resolved to do better this year. but now im just laughing at myself lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;double&lt;/b&gt;; dont worry okay, everything will be fine (: keep the faith, lady. you once told me itll be fine for me, then itll be fine for you too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;; dont be sad anymore. you know that if you need someone to talk to, im here for you. your school might not be the best place to be, but you know out there, theyre friends and theyll be with ya! (: smile more okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;everytime i thought i was near, it turned out that im wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-5291534161228224050?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/5291534161228224050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=5291534161228224050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5291534161228224050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5291534161228224050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-me-love-me-not.html' title='love me, love me not'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-5634128277358145048</id><published>2007-01-09T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:25:12.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye to everything i knew.</title><content type='html'>it makes me wonder you know, why i cant stick to my resolution.&lt;br /&gt;but heck (: im a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and erica, can you relac, time will pass, people will change, and so will you! (:&lt;br /&gt;smile okay, cause life is too idiotic and long to be upset with.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, so yeah, what was i going to say haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;people&lt;/b&gt; say i should stop the smileys. i shall attempt.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, im gonna fail tomm math paper.&lt;br /&gt;i mean honestly, i cant memorise formulas. i mean, WHY CANT FORMULAS HAVE A BLOODY EXPLANATION.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, math is cool, just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid image station is making me feel irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;its funny how you can somehow just fix it all aye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, my doct damn cute please. shes getting her niece to join synchro, then i abit dont know speediswim website. (yes, now i know) so yah, and we talked alot lah today (: shes got a veh cute niece.&lt;br /&gt;i hope all these are getting somewhere. i mean this is no cheap business man (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH YES, I WANT ALL THE PHOTOS OKAY, SAM &amp; PRIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and anyone else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;felicia!&lt;/b&gt;; remember youre not alone alright, you dont have to go through all this alone okay. i promise i'll be there for you. after all, im your new boyfriend! hang in there, girlfriend (: things will turn out just fine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;double!&lt;/b&gt;; dont like that k, you know it hurts me to see you this way, and i know i cant do anything about it. but i'll try my best, and you know i will. ilu k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;whats the point, i woke up wet only to realise ive been crying in my sleep again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-5634128277358145048?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/5634128277358145048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=5634128277358145048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5634128277358145048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5634128277358145048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2007/01/goodbye-to-everything-i-knew.html' title='goodbye to everything i knew.'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-1406958732537788849</id><published>2007-01-08T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T16:48:07.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;once it was you and me, then it was us.&lt;br /&gt;and now you and me arent even in the same sentence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha, i thought aston villa deserved a draw. but, lifes like that isnt it, no matter how hard you try, things never turn out. OH WELLS.&lt;br /&gt;lifes cool in a way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yeah youre so cool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear im the coolest. (:&lt;br /&gt;im so cool, i freeze you (:&lt;br /&gt;okay wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASKETBALL WAS HAHAH (:&lt;br /&gt;and i really put in effort please, given that i cant even stand straight. and bball seriously stretched me. :/ (so did kneeling down during mass. damn) PEIWEN DAMN CUTE HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;im sorry i cared. nevermind, i'll just disappear from your life.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-1406958732537788849?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1406958732537788849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=1406958732537788849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1406958732537788849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1406958732537788849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2007/01/once-it-was-you-and-me-then-it-was-us.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-3757527970666517312</id><published>2007-01-07T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:02:14.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont know dont care</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;im a cool shit yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tessa. im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;and man, if my parents find out. im in deep shit. someone tell me how to delete the url from the address bar drop down menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a brand new year and of course therell be new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;and ive only got one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dont care about anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the 14 years of living, ive learnt(yes, and im still learning :D) that its entirely useless to care or even to care to know. cause everytime you do it, you get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;you think something will turn out right, you think someone out there is thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is youre a pathetic shit and no one thinks or even care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so maybe it applies to me only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. last year, ive done enough of forgiving, enough of bearing hopes.&lt;br /&gt;i give up, i really do&lt;br /&gt;i mean, each time i thought i have done the right thing, hoping &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; will bother.&lt;br /&gt;it turns out that nobody cares. nobody.&lt;br /&gt;and why should i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sometimes i really dont want to care.&lt;br /&gt;but each time, i cared.&lt;br /&gt;and why do i bother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i only end up in tears&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;you said you care. you said you werent irritated. you lied. each time i thought i was wrong about you. each time i beared that little ray of hope that hey, you care for me and you love me really, like how i do. i guess im wrong everytime. how could i even hope that it could have turned out fine, we re just young i guess. i mean how could it turn out right, its wrong from the start. and everytime i cared about you, about us, i end up in tears. you dont even bother, you dont even care a twinny bit, you just think im a joke. and you lied. and still i believe in you i dont know why. you dont know how hurt i can get, just cause of you and you think im joking everytime. im a joke arent i, just a joke to you. im sorry i thought this will work out. im sorry i cared. lets just forget it. you dont bother anyway.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifes a joke,&lt;br /&gt;im a joke.&lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll try not to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, im a great poet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why im like this. im like one of the most FORTUNATE people on earth.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt be this way. really.&lt;br /&gt;i should stop.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, liverpool lost.&lt;br /&gt;manu is tonight, wish them luck yea? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i desperately need cip.&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WANTS TO DO WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho, im really desperate.&lt;br /&gt;cause i know i'll be horrible in the o's.&lt;br /&gt;hmm :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYM is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;i know my name rock, does he have to keep saying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NP ROCKS LAH  HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;okay, im sorry im weird.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, think about it, it aint that bad lah huh (: theres interesting people&lt;br /&gt;and theres like me the cool shit. (:&lt;br /&gt;oh, but i dont know how i'll be like when the normal trng is back.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like running especially when my knee like that and everything.&lt;br /&gt;OMG LAH, im a big fat pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;please people, believe me, im 63 kg&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muscle ache everywhere, so please, when you see me, DO NOT TOUCH ME.&lt;br /&gt;dont make me scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swmg is hahaha, why do you ask me, i hardly care.&lt;br /&gt;but for the sake of football, im staying on.&lt;br /&gt;but man, im so slow, i think im gonna join the junior team soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the word 'cool'&lt;br /&gt;and im so cool :D&lt;br /&gt;and homework are NOT cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i like calls :D ahahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you taught me not to care.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be obvious i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your pack of concerns&lt;br /&gt;is like the game of cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-3757527970666517312?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/3757527970666517312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=3757527970666517312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/3757527970666517312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/3757527970666517312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-know-dont-care.html' title='dont know dont care'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-2561270986901666911</id><published>2006-12-23T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T16:46:20.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe im not the girl theyre looking for.</title><content type='html'>hohoho, KARON IS BACK FROM PENANG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and karon is in pain about everyhing&lt;br /&gt;like omg, MY HOMEWORK IS A NIGHTMARE&lt;br /&gt;its already the 23! and i havent done ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;someone KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way. penang has a cold pool which was so disgustingly dirty you only can see things 2 feet from you.&lt;br /&gt;i mean its really stupid. AND THAT ACCOUNT WAS WITH GOOGLES OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine i was doing routine WITHOUT GOOGLES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so people laughed at me for rooting for liverpool when they were at their difficulty point.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HOHOHO, LOOK AT THEM NOW! :D&lt;br /&gt;im so in love with pools okay. im even starting to like bellamy and accept pennant :/&lt;br /&gt;and i was watching the BARCA vs A.MADRID and i didnt know who to root for.&lt;br /&gt;but the perfect result! :D&lt;br /&gt;1-1 draw :D&lt;br /&gt;and my torres so cute please. he grew back his hair! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe im NOT a girl,&lt;br /&gt;i mean wasnt i supposed to be a guy&lt;br /&gt;a guy that youre names shawn.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i cant be the girl you want,&lt;br /&gt;the girl so polite and gentle.&lt;br /&gt;maybe youre should just leave me to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whats up with ER please&lt;br /&gt;she looks like a samurai :O&lt;br /&gt;hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF/F is ready!&lt;br /&gt;and come RC come! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and the memories so dear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;i miss you already&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-2561270986901666911?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/2561270986901666911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=2561270986901666911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/2561270986901666911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/2561270986901666911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/12/maybe-im-not-girl-theyre-looking-for.html' title='maybe im not the girl theyre looking for.'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-142584395106289408</id><published>2006-12-14T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:32:45.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;im really glad we're back the way its supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;the way i hope we would be.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, the way you want to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting horrible. theres more homework than i expected. i mean. THIS IS WAY BEYOND INSANITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;English&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Words &amp; Phrases worksheet&lt;br /&gt;2) It's Beautifully Written! Book Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Math&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Math Paper&lt;br /&gt;4) Study for Mensuration test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Science&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) tessa has to do some bio things&lt;br /&gt;6) but im sure i have physics things to do too.&lt;br /&gt;7) Chem Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chinese&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Compo&lt;br /&gt;9) Yellow book comments&lt;br /&gt;10) Cloze passage and comprehension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Literature&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Midsummer's Night Dream&lt;br /&gt;12) get magazines&lt;br /&gt;13) Love songs/poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;geog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) something that tessa doesnt have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, you will realise that this list always has something to do with tessa. cause i got this list from her.&lt;br /&gt;and tell you a secret?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVENT STARTED ON A CM ON THE HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;i swear im in deep trouble. i still have to go to penang.&lt;br /&gt;this is deep shit i tell you. im like DOOMED. dead, died&lt;br /&gt;no wait, im in a position worse than being dead.&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVENT GOT MY BOOKS EITHER. i mean. its like.&lt;br /&gt;shit man.&lt;br /&gt;and what the hell is mensuration? i like totally forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three cheers for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;have you ever thought that maybe this is somehting i dont want? this is some situation i dont WANT to be in? i never asked for this. and how am i supposed to know how to react in this situation? honestly, has any other 14 year old girl faced this much. maybe there is. but i dont think im that BRAVE and WISE and GOOD and (okay, so my vocab isnt that great) but the point is. i didnt ask for this okay. i honestly didnt. but if you think i did, theres nothing i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;im sorry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, im supposed to be down to the gym soon. but its raining? :O&lt;br /&gt;oh man, im going to hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;why did i have to go see that CORE CONCEPT? :O&lt;br /&gt;my knee isnt exactly IMPROVING for EUNICE'S info&lt;br /&gt;(oh, the doct's name is eunice)&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHAHE.&lt;br /&gt;RC IS COMING LIKE SO SOOOOOON (:&lt;br /&gt;lets win it yes, BRING IT ON (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&amp;hearts; FF/F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and this time, i hope its real&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-142584395106289408?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/142584395106289408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=142584395106289408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/142584395106289408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/142584395106289408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-really-glad-were-back-way-its.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-7647201814638889534</id><published>2006-12-12T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:51:18.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really sorry,&lt;br /&gt;will you forgive me ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-7647201814638889534?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/7647201814638889534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=7647201814638889534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/7647201814638889534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/7647201814638889534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-really-sorry-will-you-forgive-me.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-8687546973100050025</id><published>2006-12-12T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:41:53.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this post is really long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;lifes this way,&lt;br /&gt;and who was i to kid,&lt;br /&gt;that i could make it right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back on the computer! :O&lt;br /&gt;ok, and i havent exactly blogged about camp.&lt;br /&gt;i shall attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe i still want to do this&lt;br /&gt;maybe it has become part of me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is my life,&lt;br /&gt;and i just have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i cant bear to do IT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the camp is like OMG. i swear i've never WALKED/BRISK WALK/JOG/RUN this much.&lt;br /&gt;its like my heels are living in hell and begging me to put it in a osim SOMETHING and my knees were constantly in pain and my HEAD is constantly in pain.&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i wasnt that tired honestly, i was just in PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe i dont want to do this&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dont care if i have a choice&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want it any more.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i want to STOP&lt;br /&gt;and i dont care what it takes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mysteriously, i survived the camp&lt;br /&gt;and even went for trng on that same day it ended&lt;br /&gt;and i foud out i couldnt do my figures anymore. even coach was shocked ahah :D&lt;br /&gt;WOO! I SHOCK PEOPLE LALALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and then that english has to come back&lt;br /&gt;and make my life difficult&lt;br /&gt;wasnt i clear enough,&lt;br /&gt;and now what am i supposed to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the camp was so emotional okay haha :D&lt;br /&gt;-looks at melo.&lt;br /&gt;i think im a bad cos you know.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like, look at melo, she doesnt get to eat, doesnt get to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;and me? even if i was a cos for one whole full day.&lt;br /&gt;i was quite like a normal camper. having time to do everything. and i didnt even have to take that plastic bag to run. beat was the one that had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you know, you really make an impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;youre really important to me&lt;br /&gt;and before i make any decisions,&lt;br /&gt;i do think of you.&lt;br /&gt;i think of how you'll react,&lt;br /&gt;whether you'll like it anot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trng has been bad i swear.&lt;br /&gt;emotionally too.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, my knee is already a big enough problem, and so is my head.&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, im not really handling it well emotionally. people say to excell in a sport, you have to WANT TO excell in it. but truthfully i dont. i mean, i even feel a greater achievement in football even if its a useless match and the swimming is like OVERSEAS.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i make no sense. nevermind haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im sorry im acting like a prat&lt;br /&gt;and i've been hurting you&lt;br /&gt;both emotionally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i dont know what im doing either.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, im so out of controll&lt;br /&gt;and probably out of my mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i've pierced my ear. :D&lt;br /&gt;and no jacq, im not les.&lt;br /&gt;im simply not a girl anymore ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but im sorry im being a prat&lt;br /&gt;and im sorry i've been hurting you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, jacq, im joking.&lt;br /&gt;im a girl okay, i still find torres hot :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;and i admit david becks is hot fine&lt;br /&gt;NOW EVERYONE HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;-looks at yuqing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it hasnt been great for me&lt;br /&gt;but i know i shouldnt be venting it on you.&lt;br /&gt;things arent great for you either i know&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i just cant manage it well&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just that im a coward.&lt;br /&gt;im a weakling and i cant handle it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mention i pierced my ear? :D&lt;br /&gt;oh i did :O&lt;br /&gt;okay, so what else have i done ..&lt;br /&gt;OH I WATCHED OPEN SEASON.&lt;br /&gt;and i cried. oh typical me. im so weird hohoho. i mean, it aint even worth 7 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;and im CRYING! :O&lt;br /&gt;im sorry im this way ahha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so im sorry for everything&lt;br /&gt;for being so easily jealous and demanding&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for being a nobody ruining your life.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for hurting you and making you feel at fault&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for blaming you &amp;amp; teasing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;but you realise, i do want to be part of your life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and although pract was short today, at least im PRACTISING&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i went to the doctor today&lt;br /&gt;which, made me quite irritated.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, im supposed to be INJURED, not "dont have enough quad muscles" i mean :( i have okay. and thats not supposed to affect my knee isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;now i have to ice my knee EVERYDAY. stretch EVERY HOUR and go to the gym EVERY OTHER DAY. it doesnt really make any sense to me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im sorry, i really am&lt;br /&gt;will you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i really miss you,&lt;br /&gt;and i really love you ):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penang trip is coming, everyone seems excited.&lt;br /&gt;and i really like sam's routine, but i dont understand the need to learn it. i mean, even if i learn it, i cant do it. so whats the use. whats more, i cant even remember the routines im supposed to remember sometimes. such a waste of brain space :O&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i admit, im not excited about m'sia open at all.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what to expect. 10 + teams are going there! we cant even beat APS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;once i had hope in life,&lt;br /&gt;halfway through, i learnt its useless&lt;br /&gt;but i gained the hope back.&lt;br /&gt;but now i realise, im just being naive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like no one is going to australia open, and my parents are fickle minded.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know what theyre thinking of now. they seem to think that im a coward that cant stand pain. &lt;i&gt;okay, so manbe I AM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce still have something against me. just like philip.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just dont have the nice face huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sometimes, i thank god for having no life&lt;br /&gt;because its just crap.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i do want my life back.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have finished my post lalala&lt;br /&gt;its so random and confusing heheh :D good luck in reading it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but to this special someone,&lt;br /&gt;i hope you understand the post&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you do read it&lt;br /&gt;and know, YOUre the special someone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-8687546973100050025?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/8687546973100050025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=8687546973100050025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/8687546973100050025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/8687546973100050025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-post-is-really-long.html' title='this post is really long.'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-5017819796298274955</id><published>2006-12-05T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T17:09:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss you ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-5017819796298274955?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/5017819796298274955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=5017819796298274955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5017819796298274955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5017819796298274955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-6729222101656786077</id><published>2006-12-05T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:54:28.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAHBLEHBLOH</title><content type='html'>HOLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it only seemed like yesterday that i just got back. and now im going off again.&lt;br /&gt;life likes to play games sometimes dont they.&lt;br /&gt;but now, im just so tired i dont feel like playing. i dont feeling like going down on my knees and hands and shout with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;what i feel like doing now is to rest and rest for like 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, whats wrong with life, doesnt it ever gives a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read my dairy again today.&lt;br /&gt;and realise just how YOUNG i am. how im not used to all these things that are for the older and matured. and i laugh at myself. girl, youre a GIRL, youre FOURTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;forget about me being the guy forget about me being the oldest and matured.&lt;br /&gt;cant they just realise, maybe i DONT want to be the oldest. i didnt ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;530 tomm. i have to wake up at 430?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, even when theres school i &lt;u&gt;wake&lt;/u&gt; up at 530. NOT REACH AT THAT TIME :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;take me back, back in time, back to the future, back to where i wanna be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-6729222101656786077?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/6729222101656786077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=6729222101656786077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/6729222101656786077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/6729222101656786077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/12/blahblehbloh.html' title='BLAHBLEHBLOH'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-8824322933851116696</id><published>2006-12-04T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:16:45.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the need for cubicles</title><content type='html'>HOLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH FINALLY IM ONLINE.&lt;br /&gt;after like what seemed forever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long time yes&lt;br /&gt;and liverpool has won like twice so far :D&lt;br /&gt;even the away match that i stayed up to watch for&lt;br /&gt;SO WORTHIT YES ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the middlesbrough vs manu is so frustrating for me okay.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, I AM a manu fan, and they ARE supposed to be good. but i mean, look at the way they dived to get the penalty &amp; free kicks man. EVEN MY CR ALSO DIVE CAN ): and i was celebrating when middlesbrough shot in that goal loh. they honestly didnt deserve to lose.&lt;br /&gt;oh man u AH. aiyoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, anyway, hk was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;the rollercoasters too :D&lt;br /&gt;BUT STUPID SISSYS REFUSED TO TAKE THAT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; ABYSS RIDE LOH. fine, nevermind, it only shows me &amp;amp; my power PARTNER ROCKS :D&lt;br /&gt;hohoho :D&lt;br /&gt;bought alot of jerseys!&lt;br /&gt;TORRES JERSEY :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;OMG, DID I MENTION JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fernandotorresfans.com/gallery/albums/atleticomadrid/2006-07/villareal-nov11/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fernandotorresfans.com/gallery/albums/atleticomadrid/2006-07/villareal-nov11/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this guy that im madly in love with&lt;br /&gt;and night in the hotel are fun, so is the plane ride.&lt;br /&gt;DESPITE THE FACT THAT THE STUPID GAMES CANT WORK ): haha, and the fighting for the gameboy is damn funny. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, not that im trying to brag or anything.&lt;br /&gt;i can finally tell the world (AND MY MOTHER'S MOTHER AND MY BROTHER) that i won something and i have medals to prove it! :D&lt;br /&gt;i finally have something okay. FINALLY OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trngs were okay, the people were nice and me and my power partner did the best duet routine of our lives! yay :D&lt;br /&gt;figures were okay, although joyce looked ultra BUAYSONG. and i got average of 4 points lah :D&lt;br /&gt;team was :OOO i mean, i screw up quite alot but i think its the best le. hah, screw up the exiting. its funny to see me on tape :O&lt;br /&gt;stroke was lousy lah. but i liked the treading water. cute okay, i was facing everyone else, and there was this 2 hk/macau swimmers who were really friendly and we were smiling and laughing at each other :D&lt;br /&gt;oh, for the DAY BY DAY BASIS, go to &lt;a href="http://ragbag-.blogspot.com"&gt;http://ragbag-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;full report :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, i do have alot to say yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, had alot of tummy ache there and headaches too.&lt;br /&gt;now i come back and i still have tummyaches and my lips are :O omg, i wonder what happen hah :D&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention the banner was UGLY. im not bragging honestly but, i think i could have done a better job :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss hk&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna go back there and stay in that hotel forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacq says im deperately in need of a good/angmo looking boyfriend before i start raping girls :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penang competition is coming and i realise melo is absolutely right. and have no life what so ever. other than swimming, do i have time for anyt other things? no.&lt;br /&gt;aye, aye aye&lt;br /&gt;STC is coming and i have no idea what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh&lt;br /&gt;my physical standard is dropping RAPIDLY and i cant do anything about it ):&lt;br /&gt;een my mother can run more and faster than me okay ):&lt;br /&gt;oh heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC IS COMMING :D&lt;br /&gt;and i want to WIN IT.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, looking at a throphy that says: FOOTBALL IS RANDOMLY ________&lt;br /&gt;oops, i forgot the last word. but the point is, ISNT IT JUST SO CUTE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we speak one lang, FOOTBALL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my comp broke down ):&lt;br /&gt;and im now using this laptop that im entirely not used to. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, thanks for reading this post!&lt;br /&gt;oh what crap :OO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so maybe this is for the better?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-8824322933851116696?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/8824322933851116696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=8824322933851116696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/8824322933851116696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/8824322933851116696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/12/need-for-cubicles.html' title='the need for cubicles'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-2029549328146810241</id><published>2006-11-18T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:30:33.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA LIGAAAAAAA (:</title><content type='html'>okay, so maybe THINGS are getting better&lt;br /&gt;and yah&lt;br /&gt;but aiyuh. aiyuh aiyuh&lt;br /&gt;whats up with me man :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is PEOPLE so WRONG omg.&lt;br /&gt;wrong wrong&lt;br /&gt;everything is WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;im wrong! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, whats up with me getting hooked onto RUNESCAPE :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG LAH LIVERPOOL BETTER WIN THEIR MATCH TONIGHT ):&lt;br /&gt;pretty please.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even care if its PENNANT who scores.&lt;br /&gt;just win it stupid ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trng aint that bad lah huh&lt;br /&gt;but whats up with her man.&lt;br /&gt;whats up with HIM :O&lt;br /&gt;omg, he's getting fat. fat FAT FATTY BOMBOM :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should stop the :O&lt;br /&gt;yes, i should :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like sleeping with persons&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;now i know why my english is so bad :O&lt;br /&gt;i like sleeping with PERSON (:&lt;br /&gt;YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone run a car over me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-2029549328146810241?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/2029549328146810241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=2029549328146810241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/2029549328146810241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/2029549328146810241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-ligaaaaaaa.html' title='LA LIGAAAAAAA (:'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-2634215394900534214</id><published>2006-11-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:44:27.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah, im hooked onto runescape&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a 11year old kid again! (:&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so anyway&lt;br /&gt;tying gadgets are fun yay yay&lt;br /&gt;fun yay yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trng was fun too&lt;br /&gt;no seriously, it was (:&lt;br /&gt;i love finding sequins.&lt;br /&gt;okay, however you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS FUN HOHOHO (: and we found so many. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hand is pain okay.&lt;br /&gt;PAIN okay ):&lt;br /&gt;and trng tomm is mad&lt;br /&gt;mad i tell myself&lt;br /&gt;mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM DRIVEN MAD :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i miss everyone&lt;br /&gt;and i miss bball&lt;br /&gt;EURGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-2634215394900534214?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/2634215394900534214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=2634215394900534214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/2634215394900534214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/2634215394900534214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/hah-im-hooked-onto-runescape-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-1217859721457930635</id><published>2006-11-16T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:03:31.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im going to play runescape</title><content type='html'>i really dont want to do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;its really crap i mean this whole thing was just a mistake&lt;br /&gt;every little single thing in my life is a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacq says i have to make them right.&lt;br /&gt;and i really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh, so everything is my fault lah&lt;br /&gt;okay, happy everyone happy.&lt;br /&gt;and she also blame me blame until very happy.&lt;br /&gt;shes infact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know something that cheers me up?&lt;br /&gt;i dont care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i appear to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont care how lame runescape is&lt;br /&gt;im going to play it.&lt;br /&gt;and EH, it beats climbing ladders and killing mushrooms :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me to spend 30 mins to think of what i want to do today&lt;br /&gt;as i have 1440 minutes a day.  ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-1217859721457930635?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1217859721457930635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=1217859721457930635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1217859721457930635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1217859721457930635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-going-to-play-runescape.html' title='im going to play runescape'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-8766649867980338690</id><published>2006-11-16T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:45:37.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, thanks wenda. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) single, taken, crushing ?&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO, IM TAKEN. guess by who? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;not happy also must be happy what. anyway, tessa will drag/carry/tow me away from depression ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When you meet the right person, do you fall in love fast?&lt;br /&gt;why must fall in love with the right person. WHY CANNOT LEFT PERSON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever been heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;hello, -looks at samantha. hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you believe tt there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;what the heck, you cheat and you still want me to accept it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Wld u ever take someone back if he/she cheats on u?&lt;br /&gt;-glares hard. dont make me slap you. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Ever tok abt marriage to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;ya ya. to the dog right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Do u want childen?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and i make sure theyre not like my brother. or else i'll throw them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) How many?&lt;br /&gt;depend lah huh. if my salary one month only 5 bucks, how many children can i have man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Would u ever consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, first thing on my mind. i mean THINK OF THE PAIN MAN. and why should the ladies be going through the pain, WHY NOT THE MALES. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) If someone likes you now, what do you tink is the best way for him/ her to let you know his/ her feelings?&lt;br /&gt;tell lah! you expect me to read your mind? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you enjoy going into relationships?&lt;br /&gt;one word, TROUBLESOME. sorry lah, but think about the time "wasted" looking into each others eyes and say: HEY I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;aye, yes. hohohohohohohohohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;i cant even change myself please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) If you could married elsewhere, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;AHHAAHAH, SPAIN, AHAHAH GERMANY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you give in easily when you're fighting?&lt;br /&gt;you wish lah. im almost the most stubborn girl in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you have feeling for someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE FEELINGS FOR EVERYONE. like hello, like also feeling? hate also feeling? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Have you ever wished that you could have someone but you messed it up?&lt;br /&gt;how could i mess up when i've never met torres ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Have u ever broken a heart?&lt;br /&gt;if heart was so easily broken. the human population will be cut down by half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)If one day your best friend falls in love with the gal/ guy you are deeply in love with, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;i have good taste, so its natural. cause i will like a very good looking person, and naturally, others will think he/she is good looking! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Are you missing anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;YES, OMG. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Now you have to ask 5 of your friends to do this survey in their blogs.. write their names below...&lt;br /&gt;dont be lame, you want to do, you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know i wrote crap hahah (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-8766649867980338690?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/8766649867980338690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=8766649867980338690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/8766649867980338690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/8766649867980338690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow-thanks-wenda.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-5938129538780794169</id><published>2006-11-14T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:46:07.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complications in a toilet (:</title><content type='html'>OMG. im actually here&lt;br /&gt;infront of the comp, at 915 pm.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh, liverpool lost again.&lt;br /&gt;STILL WHAT HOPE TO GET EPL :O&lt;br /&gt;-prays that they will get champions league&lt;br /&gt;like hello no hope le loh.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll like to ask the referee.&lt;br /&gt;if that goal that crouch and bellamy shot was OFFSIDE and DISALLOWED.&lt;br /&gt;why was arsenal's first/second goal allowed? ):&lt;br /&gt;-whines&lt;br /&gt;so totally unfair okay&lt;br /&gt;and that kuyt &amp; zenden wasted so much chances okay&lt;br /&gt;and pennant STILL sucks :/&lt;br /&gt;sucks sucky sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still makes me wonder why i like liverpools so much, i mean, it aint the best club around :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAIT, IT IS (:&lt;br /&gt;hohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho&lt;br /&gt;-goes on hoho-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so anyway&lt;br /&gt;life is this way, and so is swmg&lt;br /&gt;i heck care already&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh, i mean who is like me loh&lt;br /&gt;mess up on that day, and it has to be that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;fine, you happy, everything's my fault ):&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i stop and think&lt;br /&gt;(no wait, i think alot actually, not just some times)&lt;br /&gt;and i really wonder, what im doing.&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have no answer what so ever. sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe shes right, maybe all i need is a boyfriend ahah (:&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder which guy will be the one that tells me to drink water :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, ask me to go away fine&lt;br /&gt;i see i go half the globe away you happy anot ):&lt;br /&gt;you heartbreaker ):&lt;br /&gt;now you happy loh happy fine ):&lt;br /&gt;you broke my heart loh, and now youre happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;u&gt;all i wanted to do was to help okay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it seems that you didnt need any help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be a happy post okay.&lt;br /&gt;and now im so upset im going to burst out in tears anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-5938129538780794169?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/5938129538780794169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=5938129538780794169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5938129538780794169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5938129538780794169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/complications-in-toilet.html' title='complications in a toilet (:'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-1981968890949340289</id><published>2006-11-11T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:14:06.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;according to natalie i have like 34 husbands 2 boyfriend and 2 brothers and like SO MANY sisters.&lt;br /&gt;all from a single 8days magazine. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have like 2 wives, 1 mistress, 1 daughter &amp; still have quadriplets :O&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i think my life ultra cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMANTHA CHEN YOU UNFAITHFUL PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;dont think i dont know uhemuhem and your relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you naughty girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aye, i tell you i shant even bother to type this in small letters okay damnit. you bitch lah, you think i dont know what youve been doing. cummon lah, im 14 loh, not 11. i mean like please loh, dont come and PLAY PUNK with me loh &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(hey shirley haha!)&lt;/span&gt; whats your problem lah, you want to fight then come and say lah. dont run off to your boyfriend and ask your boyfriend's gang to come and stare at me when im walking on the streets loh. i know im attractive right, but also no need to stare? weirdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 12345 ; samantha GOLD says:&lt;br /&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HOHAHE says:&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, what the hell me&lt;br /&gt;HOHAHE says:&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;HOHAHE says:&lt;br /&gt;-hurt&lt;br /&gt;HOHAHE says:&lt;br /&gt;-runs off to my mistress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 12345 ; samantha GOLD says:&lt;br /&gt;FINE LOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey my wonderful get/lotus, WHERE ARE YOU, MY FAIR LADY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know my unfaithful wife will run off to her real husband LOHLOHLOH&lt;br /&gt;and play with their children ):&lt;br /&gt;and abandon our wonderful quadruplet &amp;amp; DAUGHTER? :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-1981968890949340289?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1981968890949340289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=1981968890949340289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1981968890949340289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1981968890949340289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/aiyoh.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-7079372710105593356</id><published>2006-11-09T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:42:08.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>class chalet was fun &amp; fun &amp;amp; more fun lah haha (:&lt;br /&gt;the cards games! (:&lt;br /&gt;WOAH BUT IT SURE CAUSED ME WEARINESS.&lt;br /&gt;ultra fun (: and attempts to be 11 again (:&lt;br /&gt;and well, the cost is FLAT BATT. (:&lt;br /&gt;still trying desperately to charge my phone can&lt;br /&gt;AND I SWEAR GETS IS A VERYVERYVERY PRETTY LADY&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot stand it. haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO CANNOT ACCEPT THE FACT THAT ESCAPE WAS CLOSED OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;like hello, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DO YOU SEE DISNEYLAND CLOSING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry, im sure ive said it like 9876543210 times, but i have to say it again.&lt;br /&gt;but cycling was fun, and so was holding gets &amp; regina (:&lt;br /&gt;and so was the photos &amp;amp; the card games (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad to say im smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;im glad to say im laughing again.&lt;br /&gt;even if i dont care about how fast i swim or even that im the last.&lt;br /&gt;even if im the only one thats messing up the routine and she picks on me and i cant do anything else. i might dont care&lt;br /&gt;but i shall not smile &amp; laugh anymore cause its me, and i shant attempt to be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really want to thank alot of people who really helped and attempted to make me happier (:&lt;br /&gt;{ samantha  tek  jacq  jeanice  lion  FF/F  charlyne  siyun  peiwen  shirley  rachelteo  tessa  racheltan  natasha  priscilla  stephanie  rebecca  natalie  }&lt;br /&gt;i may have left out some of youre but all i really want to say is thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like w/o tessa's msn convers &amp; attempts to stop me crying, i'll still be the weakling.&lt;br /&gt;w/o natasha trying to say shes worse and that i'll get better, i would still be dying out there. thinking that damnit, im the slowest.&lt;br /&gt;w/o stephanie &amp; rebecca looking at me, showing thumbs up, cheering me on, you can imagine what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;w/o jacq &amp;amp; tek &amp; jeanice &amp;amp; jon &amp; lion's talking, hah, i wont even go onto the field again.&lt;br /&gt;w/o samantha &amp;amp;  priscilla. AIYUH, DONT EVEN WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it really means alot to me what all of you have done for me. even if its just a simply sentence that says like hey, are you okay.&lt;br /&gt;i really thank you ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really want macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that the blue in the previous post is the same as the background. hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe all i need now is to return to the time when i still played neopets &amp;amp; runescape&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-7079372710105593356?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/7079372710105593356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=7079372710105593356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/7079372710105593356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/7079372710105593356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/class-chalet-was-fun-fun-more-fun-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-594121769726164979</id><published>2006-11-06T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T13:46:46.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOW IM LIKE CANNOT STOP LAUGHING AT ALL? :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha its freaking funny okay omg.&lt;br /&gt;even if its for time being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, this is the best okay. the best i say.&lt;br /&gt;from megan's blog ahahh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk" width="355" height="280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, and the first part of this is like OMG. DAMN FUNNY PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NB70RMePjM4" width="355" height="280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what the hell lah this haha (:&lt;br /&gt;the key omg. and the other guy is like so ugly please haha&lt;br /&gt;AND ITS IN SPANISH (: i recognise the TE AMO! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYLuwvulDbQ" width="355" height="280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, they can be in choir man (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8PJ83Li4cQ" width="355" height="280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, so funny. tell me you laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;look, i know youre put in effort. i know it, and im glad i succeeded in making you smile again. but im convinced that the old me is gone, the old me has died away. give up, i mean just look at me during trng, do you think i'll smile. i mean its just very different for me you know. its just so hard for me, not only phsically, but mentally, im gone. its not that problem of a physical thing you know. its just mentally its just me and im just gone. and i swear, im not angry, im honest. and i mean youre should stop wasting time. im just a damn irritating girl that wont cooperate. yes. so give it up. even if i stay, it aint going to work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh heck, whos going to read that anyway&lt;br /&gt;noone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 142 and im supposed to rest before trng&lt;br /&gt;but all i truely need is macs w boo porc ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-594121769726164979?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/594121769726164979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=594121769726164979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/594121769726164979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/594121769726164979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-im-like-cannot-stop-laughing-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-2425003062784024972</id><published>2006-11-06T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:36:52.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh i should go buy a white flag</title><content type='html'>oh change blogskin again.&lt;br /&gt;but peiwen says she prefers the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;oh great ):&lt;br /&gt;and dont ask me why i choose blue, i guess its just easier to match&lt;br /&gt;and now my blog is so blue-y.&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all the birthdays, the links all in another blog.&lt;br /&gt;and im still trying to figure out why theres still so many popups. :/&lt;br /&gt;i think even my other blogs are nicer :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck lah&lt;br /&gt;not like i care anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, stop asking me to be the old me.&lt;br /&gt;the old me has VANISHED okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still dont know whats the problem with my mother's mother.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder my mother is this way&lt;br /&gt;did i mention just HOW MUCH i hate that ms loh.&lt;br /&gt;damnit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, now i happy.&lt;br /&gt;routine ive like joined the clan of messing up.&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE JUST KEEP ASKING ME WHETHER I STILL WANT TO DO TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;you know what i want to say&lt;br /&gt;dont want lah&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT TO SHANG, I CANNOT SHANG, I WILL NOT SHANG.&lt;br /&gt;now she happy.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck okay&lt;br /&gt;i already told her i cannot already lah, which part of the sentence does she &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; understand damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to class chalet so much i dont even want to go for todays trng okay.&lt;br /&gt;like 3-9.&lt;br /&gt;she happy.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i also happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;ya loh, and with them somemore loh, happy. nevermind, everyones happy.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people talk like ive never cared about anything since born&lt;br /&gt;but the fact remains that &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;i cared&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just learnt that its not worth it to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll just be the weakling that keeps getting people worried cause i keep crying&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i promise i'll wear goggles the next time i do so.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-2425003062784024972?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/2425003062784024972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=2425003062784024972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/2425003062784024972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/2425003062784024972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-i-should-go-buy-white-flag.html' title='oh i should go buy a white flag'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-1024886195558264940</id><published>2006-11-05T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:51:18.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aye, liverpool won&lt;br /&gt;man u won (:&lt;br /&gt;and althought kuyt scored both the goals&lt;br /&gt;crouch was very much involved in the two goals (:&lt;br /&gt;oh yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay heck.&lt;br /&gt;trng again today.&lt;br /&gt;and my knee is feeling numb.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it knows its fate today.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;someone told me not to give up hope&lt;br /&gt;and im trying to listen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;but is there even hope left?&lt;br /&gt;or is it even worth it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-1024886195558264940?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1024886195558264940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=1024886195558264940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1024886195558264940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1024886195558264940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/aye-liverpool-won-man-u-won-and.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-329199681895982050</id><published>2006-11-04T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:59:12.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK. I DONT CARE OKAY.</title><content type='html'>im a complete loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like hello lah&lt;br /&gt;everywhere is hurting okay.&lt;br /&gt;from my hair to my eye to my wrist to my head to my ear to my nails.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i see you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;even my heart is pain okay.&lt;br /&gt;and my PRIDE is pain okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the slowest, the weakest, the least flexible, the least strong, the most black face, the most pathetic, etc.&lt;br /&gt;so happy loh me.&lt;br /&gt;then coach abit look at me like she dont know me lah.&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, as i was saying, a complete loser i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and coach ultra exciting.&lt;br /&gt;i think she abit pity me, cause too lousy cannot compare with sam&amp;pris&amp;amp;rebecca&amp;steph so she put me in the second group lah&lt;br /&gt;but i abit still cannot lah.&lt;br /&gt;so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think susie also ultra exciting, say well done to me, but abit never care about cca points.&lt;br /&gt;she happy.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i also happy.&lt;br /&gt;and she touch me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;maybe i become heshe also.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look lah, i dont blame you for not coming st nicks lah.&lt;br /&gt;st nicks also not say very good.&lt;br /&gt;lousy lah&lt;br /&gt;neighbourhood school lah, cause got me.&lt;br /&gt;so im not angry with you.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;you are not affecting me at all&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im sorry for the previous par to people in stnicks lah&lt;br /&gt;i know youre are great in it okay (:&lt;br /&gt;its just me pulling the standards down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trng aftn &amp;amp; night also nevermind de.&lt;br /&gt;cannot die anymore anyway what.&lt;br /&gt;best lah&lt;br /&gt;trng 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;people say a day has 25hrs what. can sleep for that one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people also say not to cry over spilt milk and i agree (but i say: who hasnt man)&lt;br /&gt;but what if the milk is drank up by another person.&lt;br /&gt;do you cry?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, the whole point of this post is to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I DONT CARE ALREADY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i dont give a damn, i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care how much i hurt &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;how much i cry&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont give a damn about anything already.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even care if i make it into the stream i chose, i dont care if i have like 29 points for olevels, i dont care what i become in the future.&lt;br /&gt;it can be the greatest coach in the world, it can be the best well known toilet cleaner in the world, or it can be a pathetic roadsweeper i dont care. okay. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care whether i lose to other people i dont care if in the future i cant even walk.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if im going to macau i dont care if im going disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;nothing matters anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even &lt;u&gt;smile&lt;/u&gt; anymore okay.&lt;br /&gt;people ask me if im okay and i say no okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to laugh anymore&lt;br /&gt;im not going to smile anymore&lt;br /&gt;im not going to play anymore&lt;br /&gt;im not going to swim anymore&lt;br /&gt;im not going to think anymore&lt;br /&gt;im not going to &lt;b&gt;even make an effort&lt;/b&gt; anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like whats the fucking use okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life's just a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;a big fat joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i gave up trying to find the hero in me. cause i simply see the truth that theres simply &lt;u&gt;no hero&lt;/u&gt; in me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-329199681895982050?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/329199681895982050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=329199681895982050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/329199681895982050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/329199681895982050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-i-dont-care-okay.html' title='LOOK. I DONT CARE OKAY.'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-5217219002331590248</id><published>2006-11-04T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:40:08.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i need is a white flag</title><content type='html'>aye, messed up everything.&lt;br /&gt;from the moment i touched the water.&lt;br /&gt;to the moment we finish it.&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;i happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i feel like a complete loser with a loser attitude.&lt;br /&gt;nothings turning out right lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like some &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;idiotic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heshe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; refuse to take points for my syncro.&lt;br /&gt;like someone &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;refuse to come stnicks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot le lah.&lt;br /&gt;then later still have trng.&lt;br /&gt;then my team routine keep counting wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;then coach will be so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what.&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of staying in the pool, wasting a whole lot of time when i can STUDY HARD &amp; do cip &amp;amp; &lt;strike&gt;be great in cca&lt;/strike&gt; so that i can minus points from OLEVELS&lt;br /&gt;cummon lah, its just a waste of time please.&lt;br /&gt;soaking in the pool especting to go to NATIONAL LEVEL. so that susanlim can count the points.&lt;br /&gt;i can wait 20 years okay, and i wont even reach national level.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, cant they be glad that im &lt;strike&gt;wasting&lt;/strike&gt;spending time on some sport that i &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont like. &lt;/strong&gt;like hello they think i dont want to study is it!&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit lah&lt;br /&gt;im damn pissed okay.&lt;br /&gt;like whats their problem&lt;br /&gt;and her problem&lt;br /&gt;and her problem&lt;br /&gt;and their problem&lt;br /&gt;and his problem&lt;br /&gt;and her problem&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just being a freaking loser lah.&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-5217219002331590248?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/5217219002331590248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=5217219002331590248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5217219002331590248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5217219002331590248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-i-need-is-white-flag.html' title='all i need is a white flag'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-7548649978685987693</id><published>2006-11-02T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:30:46.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a long road, and you face the world alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then a hero comes along&lt;br /&gt;With the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;And you cast your fears aside&lt;br /&gt;And you know you can survive&lt;br /&gt;So when you feel like hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Look inside you and be strong&lt;br /&gt;And youll finally see the truth&lt;br /&gt;That a hero lies in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i see the truth and until i find that hero, i'll be in that hole in the ground hiding from shame if you'll need to find me alright ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liverpool rocks okay (: like alot alot alot now.&lt;br /&gt;now that that marvellous coach of theirs realised that the star strikers pair is kuyt &amp; crouch&lt;br /&gt;now that gerrard has scored :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i just simply hate chelsea alot okay.&lt;br /&gt;i mean drogba can fould like 14 times, and i probably missed out some.&lt;br /&gt;and he can dive like so many times i lost count.&lt;br /&gt;HERO LAH HE.&lt;br /&gt;then that damn coach of them, LIKE WHATS WRONG WITH HIM.&lt;br /&gt;all that is making me like chelsea is terry and lampard.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN DID YOU SEE THAT WONDER GOAL OF LAMPARD OMG.&lt;br /&gt;almost as good as alonso's LONGLONG goal okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like barca more and more and i dont know why&lt;br /&gt;hah (: i think messi is DAMN good, and at least twice as good as that &lt;strike&gt;l&lt;/strike&gt;rooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lionel-messi.net/images/lionel-messi-barcelona-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.lionel-messi.net/images/lionel-messi-barcelona-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time i thought he was ugly. but now he's just a little cute lil boy :D&lt;br /&gt;and look at the way he smiles with pure joy :D&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I THINK DECO IS REALLY CUTE HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;as in cute the cute? haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.123football.com/players/d/deco/deco6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.123football.com/players/d/deco/deco6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho, see? okay, maybe the picture is a little too small :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know my mother went to church and found out that liverpool won 3-0 then she smsed me (i missed that match) and i SQUEALED IN DELIGHT okay :D&lt;br /&gt;hah, and my mother's mother COMPLAINED, &lt;strike&gt;and said i was being a pain in the neck&lt;/strike&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but man u lost. aye, BUT WHO CARES.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY LOVELY IT PROVES THAT CROUCH &amp; KUYT (see, i no longer dont like kuyt (: ) ARE NEEDED FOR LIVERPOOL&lt;br /&gt;and my gerrard of liverpool aint going to quit! HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;but i read the papers and i was very disappointed with risse.&lt;br /&gt;aye, heck, i dont like the way he looks ANYWAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is quite a lovely day really.&lt;br /&gt;my best in like a month (:&lt;br /&gt;i mean, theres like no swmg okay NO SWMG OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;so unbelievable hohoho :D&lt;br /&gt;so i went down to the field and HOLA (:&lt;br /&gt;had a blast of my life :D&lt;br /&gt;it really surprises me that everyone still actually wants me back and still welcomes me back :D&lt;br /&gt;and it surprises me h&lt;a href="http://www.lionel-messi.net/images/lionel-messi-barcelona-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ow i forgot how grass actually feels :D&lt;br /&gt;even though it was tiring, even though it probably left my injuries worse, there was joy, there was laughter, there was team spirit (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks tek &amp;amp; jacq for running AGAIN with me :D im sorry im just so slow now ): &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im really pulling the whole team down, but for the first time, i dont feel that bad, and its thanks to you guys :D&lt;br /&gt;lunch celebration was superb :D&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO, IM IN LOVE PIZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;forget me, train it for a man down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&amp;hearts; FF/F :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh, im just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what am i please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a swimmer that cannot swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having a terrible headache again.&lt;br /&gt;i think my head is going to crack soon. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i love the carpenter's songs.&lt;br /&gt;i think they rock&lt;br /&gt;even though its ultra ultra old ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh, i love uefa &amp; epl &amp;amp; football lah hohoho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, tomm's another nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;like hello? DRILLS? i thought it was orientation prep okay damnit.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least its in PT kit.&lt;br /&gt;and im telling everyone, I DONT WANT TO EXTEND MY TRIP IN HK TO GO TO MACAU TO TRAIN OMG.&lt;br /&gt;like HELLO whats HIS problem okay.&lt;br /&gt;MACAU TO TRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;oh yeah, did i mention how i'd love it if my brother would just &lt;b&gt;stop bitching&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-7548649978685987693?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/7548649978685987693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=7548649978685987693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/7548649978685987693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/7548649978685987693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-long-road-and-you-face-world-alone.html' title='its a long road, and you face the world alone'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-1830550406074974014</id><published>2006-11-01T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T12:34:29.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly, why do i have a half brother thats such a &lt;u&gt;bitch&lt;/u&gt; that he &lt;u&gt;bitches&lt;/u&gt; about me, right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is he a guy or a girl. gosh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-1830550406074974014?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1830550406074974014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=1830550406074974014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1830550406074974014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1830550406074974014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/honestly-why-do-i-have-half-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-9105248115070840224</id><published>2006-11-01T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T12:19:47.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a time, it was me and you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;TAG REPLIES.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tek!  ;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, i know im being just a mess here, messing everything up, not even touching a football in a month. and i know how impt the RC is to youre as to me. its not that easy to cheer up and im so messed up now. its pretty hard for me to keep up with everything now, and im sorry i missed so much trng okay. maybe it aint a good idea for me to play. honestly, i should just forget it, drop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sylvia!  ;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you lame shit c3 is one of my choices but i dont think i'll get in so :/ but i know you smarty will get in! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how i hate the way i can be in a terrible mood, being all moody and all, but i see people and i automatically smile and laugh like nothings bothering me at all.&lt;br /&gt;and forget all my moodyness&lt;br /&gt;then after that all the bad stuff will flow back and i'll be miserable alone.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it honestly.&lt;br /&gt;its like im having a terrible headache, feeling all horrible and terrible&lt;br /&gt;then i can still smile and laugh&lt;br /&gt;then i go home see my mother's mother talking to herself and scolding me cause i contiminated her darling grandson and i get all miserable again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so queer im queer beyond the utmost standard of queerness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i hate the way im such a jerk and all.&lt;br /&gt;it irritates me, someone tell me how to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths was shit, i dont understand anything and im becoming more and more stupid, im beyond help.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, its like there porlin is, rattling on about how to find a damn area of circle and there i am trying to find an area of a SQUARE. happy, i happy.&lt;br /&gt;fine lah, so maths also cannot already, then study what shit&lt;br /&gt;DROP OUT LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should just go to AIS and find a nice angmo and just marry him.&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh, im so frustrated now, and later im going to smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;oh yay. i so totally rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-9105248115070840224?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/9105248115070840224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=9105248115070840224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/9105248115070840224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/9105248115070840224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/11/once-upon-time-it-was-me-and-you.html' title='once upon a time, it was me and you.'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-5002745511812830774</id><published>2006-10-30T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:24:27.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WAH LAO I REALLY CANT STAND MY MOTHER'S MOTHER ALREADY OKAY. DAMNIT OKAY. OKAYOKAYOKAY. LIKE WHATS HER FUCKING HER PROBLEM OMG. NOT HER BUISNESS ANYWAY WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKINASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of youre out there right, stop asking me why i hate her so much okay. say what she good what she rock, i tell you, you have MY mother's mother then you come and crap okay. otherwise, YOU SHUT UP OKAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-5002745511812830774?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/5002745511812830774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=5002745511812830774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5002745511812830774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5002745511812830774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/wah-lao-i-really-cant-stand-my-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-7320745242070375420</id><published>2006-10-30T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:14:15.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ADIOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just playing a prank on me. yes? yes?&lt;br /&gt;say yes&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh, happy lah, forever like that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the routine is like a piece of shit now and i have absolutely no breath? :O exciting&lt;br /&gt;then i cant even remember the steps. damn pro can.&lt;br /&gt;and my legs and my lungs and my hands and everything else die le.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how come im still alive though&lt;br /&gt;better off dead i think (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im honestly trying very hard, somehow it doesnt pay off.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HARD WORK WHAT SOW WHAT LAH&lt;br /&gt;what the heck am i getting in return please, not even joy. PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;gosh lah, even though i run its pain, at least im having FUN LOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then everythings in such a big mess.&lt;br /&gt;philip is even more unorganised than me can. happy.&lt;br /&gt;my whole &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; is a mess lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything is just a mistake of my own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, i know ive been all emo and stuff these few days and i want to thank those people for cheering me up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and im glad teo's becoming a liverpool fan :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yay ive got great friends and a horrible life.&lt;br /&gt;im a waste of everyone's effort and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think alot of people will be glad when i die&lt;br /&gt;oh, esp my fam.&lt;br /&gt;WOAH I LIKE TOTALLY CANNOT STAND THE SON OF MY STEPFATHER PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;pms lah he.&lt;br /&gt;and whats wrong with my mother's mother.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to slap both of them okay.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean, IM TRYING TO SUBMIT MY OPTIONS and they have to scream at me.&lt;br /&gt;WTFFFFF OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN PISSED PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she not enough still have to go out and scold the maid.&lt;br /&gt;she happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, i tell you life is meaningless and i give up hope in it.&lt;br /&gt;i mean life is nothing&lt;br /&gt;you study so hard suffer so much&lt;br /&gt;to get a good job when you grow up, and earn money to enjoy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, doesnt it mean that you dont suffer so much, you dont need to work so hard to enjoy yourself?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, we could do w/o all that.&lt;br /&gt;so must as well die, not born&lt;br /&gt;just like a tv series.&lt;br /&gt;you can live w/o watching it what! afterall, in the end, its happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;pointless, things are.&lt;br /&gt;pointless, i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;its become numb. its become where i lost touch.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the info of some &lt;strike&gt;pointless&lt;/strike&gt; people, i have not fallen out with my bf (im still happilly dreaming about torres) nor have i been DUMPED/REJECTED. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-7320745242070375420?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/7320745242070375420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=7320745242070375420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/7320745242070375420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/7320745242070375420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/exciting.html' title='exciting.'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-5735635424036132789</id><published>2006-10-30T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:20:07.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-karon-6-2-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-karon-6-2-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prince charles leh. ROCKER RIGHT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;2 purity! i love love love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/2p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/2p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/pcgcejhkscm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/pcgcejhkscm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/jycghck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/jycghck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, look at sining :D mis communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/mrgssksk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/mrgssksk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/kmkssmsc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/kmkssmsc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/mk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/mk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, she looks funny yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;i love maykun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/TK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/TK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah the ultimate love okay :D&lt;br /&gt;hohoho, shes becoming a liverpool supporter! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/its%20the%20end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/its%20the%20end.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this is not goodbye i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/2%20purity!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/2%20purity%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2purity the love that brought us through! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, im still feeling lousy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-5735635424036132789?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/5735635424036132789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=5735635424036132789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5735635424036132789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5735635424036132789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/prince-charles-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-1249146978432584141</id><published>2006-10-29T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:27:16.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING LAH.</title><content type='html'>im in a total mess. i havent decided on the subj combination yet.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like im a total loser&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot take this anymore if its going to go on.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, im going to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like what the hell am i supposed to do next year w/o any of my friends?&lt;br /&gt;im going to be a total failure/loser.&lt;br /&gt;rocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's wrong now lah what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;holidays are a time to rest, to sort things out, to clear up things.&lt;br /&gt;and the heck is going on?&lt;br /&gt;im having headache half the time.&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a perfect family man.&lt;br /&gt;a brother that calls me a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt;. and whats he going to call me next? bitch?&lt;br /&gt;a mother that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hates me&lt;/span&gt; and call my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;favourite clothes pieces of rags&lt;/span&gt;. and totally think that im the worst daughter ever that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cannot understand her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;i&gt;step&lt;/i&gt;father thats like totally &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;biased&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;queer&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kuku&lt;/span&gt; and hates me too.&lt;br /&gt;a grandmother that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;adds oil to the fire&lt;/span&gt; everytime and keeps talking pieces of crap. whats her problem.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying &lt;strike&gt;for joy&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a rocker family man, the best one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what. ever since some time ago, i felt that hey syncro aint that bad. its nice, with the friends, the coach's great. im having not that bad a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;but what she said today just like totally put me off. you know how hurt i was. i was practically crying most of the time. yes, before it was a nice period of time, she thought i was great, and i was doing great. but now its different. im a complete mess, im doing very badly, im deproving like dont know what, while others are like of a level ten times higher. and she realised it. she realised she &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wasted time on me&lt;/span&gt;. and im just a very stupid non syncro swimmer. as she says: only smart people can be syncro swimmers. and evidently, im not. she realised and she gave up having high hopes on me. and i really cannot stand her suaning, her niaoing, her sacarsm. i give up. i surrender, and she doesnt even realised how much she hurt me.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just forget it, its a mess, im a mess. and i cant stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i give up, and i give up this sport. im not going to excell in it anyway. i mean look at our team, its not even that good and im the lousiest of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sam the natural &lt;u&gt;syncro&lt;/u&gt; swimmer,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pris the natural swimmer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stephanie the fast/flexible best in the team&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rebecca the ultra figure &amp; flexible&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;natalie the small and light and full of hope&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yongzhen the ever improving one&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;natasha &lt;strike&gt;my twin&lt;/strike&gt; the from start good and still improving full of hope for future girl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;shona &amp;amp; shony the sisters catching up smiling more&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and me = the no standard &amp; no posture &amp;amp; no strength &amp; no speed &amp;amp;amp;amp; no flexibility &amp; full of attitude &amp;amp; stupid loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want to quit. and im going to. just watch me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the best holiday i have. i cannot stand it already.&lt;br /&gt;i honestly cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i cannot stand breaking down with no one seeing cause of stupid googles just cause of something she said/making a joke out of.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayaking was fun&lt;br /&gt;and my first sunburn is exciting. but im not looking forward to my second one of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is watching liverpool :D&lt;br /&gt;oh yay crouch hah so cute i swear :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i notice how clay aiken look abit like him :D&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i promise i love angmos much more.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i saw a damn hot angmo in crystal jade and omg, damn hot + cute okay :D&lt;br /&gt;and he's like at least 25. with a damn pretty girlfriend/wife.&lt;br /&gt;i love angmos. i should migrate/go to some angmo country like spain or germany or even england to find my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i was thinking. i cant believe relationships where you marry an old rich man and just wait for him to die to get money would work out.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i belive in true love.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think i'll ever meet my dream guy.&lt;br /&gt;i mean which &lt;strike&gt;angmo&lt;/strike&gt; boyfriend will tell me to drink water :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention how i always limp nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;my leg's just not there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you i have the best life.&lt;br /&gt;a life of a rocker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-1249146978432584141?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1249146978432584141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=1249146978432584141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1249146978432584141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1249146978432584141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-didnt-say-anything-lah.html' title='I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING LAH.'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-5548179284211423622</id><published>2006-10-26T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:50:19.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is practise</title><content type='html'>as pele the world's best footballer says: everything is practise. how i hope thats right man. how i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today = last day of school = me sad = no more purity = its the end.&lt;br /&gt;today's the end lah fine&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, i'll be missing 2p like OMG 999999999999999TRUCKLOADS okay ):&lt;br /&gt;its like the best class anyone can hope for :D&lt;br /&gt;i really love 2 purity alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 purity, I LOVE YOURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, i dont want 2007 lah heck what sec3 lah.&lt;br /&gt;i'll seriously miss all of youre in 2purity, honestly and sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;and i know i'll be different class from many people cause basically im too stupid&lt;br /&gt;but i know all of us will stay as friends&lt;br /&gt;smile at each other as we pass by each other :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya lah i went football websites again.&lt;br /&gt;and look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;India pulled out of the 1950 World Cup because their team were not allowed to&lt;br /&gt;play in bare feet!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg so shocking right hahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The latest goal was scored by David Platt of England, in their second round&lt;br /&gt;match against Belgium in 1990 after 119 minutes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, so cool please :D&lt;br /&gt;oh and Gordon Strachan once said :&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; “Football is a simple game. It’s just the players who make it complicated.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah omg so true ;D&lt;br /&gt;John Gregory also once said : &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Strikers win you games, but defenders win you championships.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah (: somehow i agree :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh, i dont know why lah. maybe its only me&lt;br /&gt;but hor, i really really cannot stand my mother anymore lah whats her f-ing problem omg. call me halfway say what i never got the EC letter&lt;br /&gt;say what i should tell her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MEAN I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FISHMONGER'S THING IS GOING ON OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you want me to do lah damnit.&lt;br /&gt;so fine lah, im stupid loh, i have no communication skills loh.&lt;br /&gt;she ask me if my teacher got see me.&lt;br /&gt;as a singaporean: it meant as DID NATH COME AND SPEAK TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;so obviously i answered no lah cause the only thing was that nath told me was that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was laughing as i sang the national anthem, smiling like a fool, and yawning as a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. whats wrong with smiling, im a smiler. i smile cannot ah, i happy CANNOT IS IT.&lt;br /&gt;2. and you should be glad im smiling, it means i &lt;u&gt;like&lt;/u&gt; the national anthem okay&lt;br /&gt;3. you should be glad that at least im singing, i dont normally sing okay, damn you.&lt;br /&gt;4. this time i swear i didnt yawn, one of my records and you still say what i yawn&lt;br /&gt;5. and LOTS of people yawn loh, its cannot control one what.&lt;br /&gt;6. and what offence is it to yawn while singing national anthem? cause mainly, as i said, CANNOT control. i swear cannot. and if its an offence and i cannot control then i dont sing lah, you ridiculous woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, i tell you. its the worst "conversation" i ever had with nath okay.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i told my mother no. and she says: YOU MEAN YOURE NEVER GO TO CLASS?&lt;br /&gt;and i tell her ya lah got go class &lt;strike&gt;lah otherwise? go macs?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then she what scold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; no &lt;/span&gt;communication skills&lt;/span&gt; what see that means she see me lah. okay fine loh, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont understand loh, im stupid loh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so i have &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO COMMUNICATION SKILLS&lt;/span&gt; whatsoever. so i be a dumb lah&lt;br /&gt;can talk and no communication skills then talk so much for what lah.&lt;br /&gt;so i should go and bury my head in soil in shame okay.&lt;br /&gt;and it has to be my fault everytime.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, her english is PERFECT loh, the best man, everybody but me can understand her loh.&lt;br /&gt;im just plain stupid fine lah, i wonder how can i be her daughter when i dont even understand her omg.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i mean i can UNDERSTAND my &lt;u&gt;step&lt;/u&gt;father and i cannot understand that biological mother of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont understand why my &lt;u&gt;step&lt;/u&gt;father can talk to me patiently &amp; try to make me understand &lt;strike&gt;how i've made him a fool and that the worst stepdaughter he can get cause i made a fool out of him in front of &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; else&lt;/strike&gt; and that my mother simply cannot, and that she has to talk to me like &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im the last person she want to talk to, that im just a bloody burden to her, a whole source of trouble for her&lt;/span&gt;. in her life and that she regretted not sending me to the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention she was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHOUTING&lt;/span&gt; at the phone for the whole phone conversation and while i was still wondering what the fish, she HANGED UP ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;i had to bear her ULTRA LOUD voice, had to stand that just to hear the phone click halfway.&lt;br /&gt;and although my father did &lt;b&gt;talk&lt;/b&gt;(not shout) to me, it just seem to me that in the future, i should tell him everything i know, whether right or wrong (oh btw, i got SCOLDED for telling wrong info last time uhem) to save him from making a fool out of themselves infront of my teacher, infront of other teachers.&lt;br /&gt;thats not all, and he blames me for not telling him anything so that influenced him to copying down all the average shit making him look kuku cause no one else is doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fine loh, everything is my fault, im a trouble maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im going to take &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PURE GEOG&lt;/span&gt;, with a subject i &lt;strike&gt;totally dont understand&lt;/strike&gt; will have a passion for cause im a "&lt;u&gt;math person&lt;/u&gt;", &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; best of all! elect &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHINESE LIT&lt;/span&gt;. learning about some shit houloumeng person.&lt;br /&gt;aint it a wonderful stream, im going to so love my upper sec life totally.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way,my father once told me: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YOURE A STUDENT, YOUR DUTY IS TO STUDY AND STUDY AND NOTHING ELSE. THINK ABOUT NOTHING ELSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if by right i listen to him, i shouldnt even know whatws trip science okay, and i honestly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;DONT KNOW WHATS GOING ON&lt;/span&gt;. and everythings my fault somehow.&lt;br /&gt;how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, huixian's phone call was nice and really nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck okay. my knee is like. and my there is like. and my shoulder is like. and my brain is like. and my everywhere is like. WOAH, YOU KNOW I JUST HOPE TO HAVE LESS LIFE HONESTLY. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i mean each trng im like commiting suicide to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should just go and die lah. jump down the building like the beanbag in get's wonderful story.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i dont think a sport that's hurting me badly should overtake my life. i dont even go for prac now and everyone misses me and i have a game soon and RC is coming soon. i already gave up to continue this sport thats hurting me and now this stupid sport is dominating my life.&lt;br /&gt;happy loh, thats how wonderful a sport can get.&lt;br /&gt;even the sport that im so crazy about has not achieved it loh, happy.&lt;br /&gt;im honestly not a robot, i need a break.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean so intense all the competition FOR WHAT&lt; color="#ffffff"&gt;but what are the odds?&lt;/span&gt; we're going to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; for gosh sake. if youre still expecting us to bring something back. lets not break your hearts shall we, lets be frank, NO, we wont bring a single thing back. so whats the use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;whats the use&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look, im really tired okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im physically tired, im mentally tired. if you insist its me. fine then its me. everything is all about me, and youre right. &lt;i&gt;when have you not be wrong really&lt;/i&gt;. its all just a wishfull thinking of my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam! hey look, i know time is rough, emotions are hard to control. life's a piece of shit and i dont disagree that its hard to cheer up. but my dear, no matter what, youre happy, youre sad, im here for you alright. i cant do anything anymore, but i want you to know, until youre ready, i'll be here for you, whenever you need someone. im here, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2purity! youre are my love okay. i'll never forget this class and the memories with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/class%20photo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/class%20photo%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, love has brought us here! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid blogger messed up again. and im sorry i blog boringly, im sorry i take so long to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-5548179284211423622?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/5548179284211423622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=5548179284211423622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5548179284211423622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/5548179284211423622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/everything-is-practise.html' title='everything is practise'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-7905358627584781072</id><published>2006-10-25T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T17:55:43.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAH, I WATCHED LIVERPOOL VS MANU AFTER ALL! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ubber depressing though.&lt;br /&gt;but first half wasnt that bad yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;im still upset that the stupid manager prefers kuyt to crouch/fowler&lt;br /&gt;honestly, kuyt has no finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE, i think i should stop this. like stop being a football fan.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking, whats the use really, me so crazy over it&lt;br /&gt;its like im following the epl and the laliga what for.&lt;br /&gt;i find myself so weird. and i actually know like thrice the number of footballers compared to the number of people i know in school&lt;br /&gt;maybe its getting out of hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, pools can totally forget about winning epl now.&lt;br /&gt;so while i silently support pools in despair, rejoicing as they win, i shall support manu to go ahead and win epl :D&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i think xy is right. they ARE more entertaining, and dont make my heart cramp so much.&lt;br /&gt;whats more, gerrard might be leaving pool&lt;br /&gt;by then, liverpool will be worse than manchester city.&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched high school musical AGAIN yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;tsk&lt;br /&gt;then i realised that dorky alan is NICK WHITAKER! :O&lt;br /&gt;it suprises me how dorky he can become :D&lt;br /&gt;but still damn cute heh :D&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised he starred as the main role in money or mission.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I WANNA WATCH! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/89/18/51/10f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/89/18/51/10f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so style, hohoho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed my trip in malaysia, and i missed all of you too!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to KL instead :D&lt;br /&gt;and watched the match in a IRISH BAR :D&lt;br /&gt;damn cool can, alot people there were liverpool supporters which suprised me.&lt;br /&gt;i thought the world ceased of liverpool supporters already :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah, and my evil father was laughing at me for the ferdinand goal.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, i dont understand how my father or in fact, anyone can stand my mother.&lt;br /&gt;she literally sucks&lt;br /&gt;but as i thought(again) further, i realise im just like her.&lt;br /&gt;hot tempered, loud, shorttempered, rough, etc&lt;br /&gt;and i got so disgusted with myself.&lt;br /&gt;aye, what am i going to do in life?&lt;br /&gt;im just another of my mother, no one can stand me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, victor wasnt that bad (:&lt;br /&gt;BUT GOSH WAS THAT IDIOTIC RICHARD A PEST.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like punching him a whole lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;but im a civilised girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she changed the routine again.&lt;br /&gt;oh yay hurraye.&lt;br /&gt;HOW MARVELLOUS.&lt;br /&gt;so slowmind karon has to adapt to changes again&lt;br /&gt;-claps hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im honestly tired&lt;br /&gt;im worn out&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt concern you eh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHUT UP HONESTLY&lt;br /&gt;ITS A TEST REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S A DAMN TEST&lt;br /&gt;AND IF YOU DONT PASS IT.&lt;br /&gt;youre a failure, a patrick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-7905358627584781072?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/7905358627584781072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=7905358627584781072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/7905358627584781072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/7905358627584781072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-test.html' title='its a test'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-1508069454322158422</id><published>2006-10-21T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T15:10:49.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH CUMMON BRING IT ON.</title><content type='html'>okay, i have like alot to say, but you know, everytime you have tons of things to blog. you come to the computer and you forget it all. OH YEAH GREAT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and i just realise&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'LL BE MISSING THE LIVERPOOL VS MANU MATCH OKAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit. the most exciting match of epl and im gonna miss it.&lt;br /&gt;oh yay, what a perfect time to go malaysia, yes?&lt;br /&gt;-ULTRA PISSED STARE.&lt;br /&gt;and not only that match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'LL BE MISSING A.MADRID'S MATCH TOO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me about luck. tell me how lucky i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, thats just one part of going to malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be missing like 3 days of trng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oh i dont know if its a good thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, thankfully)&lt;/span&gt; i'll be missing the presentation (:&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, i'll be going to &lt;u&gt;malaysia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck in that big pathetic house feeling all so awkward&lt;br /&gt;not even daring to shit okay.&lt;br /&gt;with that idiotic pair of cousin whom i just want to slap.&lt;br /&gt;at least victor has kinda grown up&lt;br /&gt;BUT OMG RICHARD WILL LIKE TOTALLY GET ON MY NERVES.&lt;br /&gt;hah, but im looking forward to cheryl's laughter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT, WHAT AM I SAYING ALL THESE FOR?&lt;br /&gt;:O not like youre know whos richard/victor hahahh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i'll be gone for 3 days ):&lt;br /&gt;w/o handphone&lt;br /&gt;w/o comp&lt;br /&gt;w/o ANYTHING LAH.&lt;br /&gt;that house is pathetic. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i edited all the colour for this blog and it think it looks horrible now.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry but i dont really have colour coordination.&lt;br /&gt;): and i dont want to change again. it takes years to do it okay ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cd9b9b;"&gt;eurgh, i dont know why lah. but i guess im just being paranoid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cd9b9b;"&gt;i mean im not supposed to be irritated by her. shes my &lt;span style="color:#cdb7b5;"&gt;close friend&lt;/span&gt; and im not supposed to be irritated by her, talking about her behind her back but here i am feeling utmost irritated by her. she wasnt like that before, she wasnt this way. you wanna get close to the &lt;span style="color:#cdb7b5;"&gt;seniors&lt;/span&gt; im fine with it, afterall, a friend in everyone, yes? but youve changed so much. last year, you were totally another girl, the girl i was friend with, the girl i loved. not now, not how youve become. why are you this way now? cant you understand that people liked your previous self, not this way? you are constantly making a joke out of everything, even things that are not meant to. even &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;melo talks in small volume and its occasionally and maybe perhaps burp a little too much? :O&lt;/span&gt;, but you? you have became IRRITATING. you have became just another girl that i personally do not like. stop &lt;span style="color:#cdb7b5;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;, people dont like loud people. at least not me. and im sure there are people like me. please, we all miss the old you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we want the old you back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;whats the problem with me omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whats &lt;u&gt;their&lt;/u&gt; problem.&lt;br /&gt;we werent that low loh, and they had to spoil our mood.&lt;br /&gt;like that they happy loh.&lt;br /&gt;look, i mean &lt;span style="color:#cdb7b5;"&gt;i know we disappointed you. but all i want to say is, some of us has tried their best, we really did. and we truely didnt want to disappoint youre. but we have. not only that. youre have also disappointed us. we thought we could accept youre, we could be close. looking back last year with D&amp;J we had so much joy, so much closer. we expected youre to be the same. you must understand that we need time to adapt to the change.&lt;/span&gt; we're sorry, but we did try our best.&lt;br /&gt;oh heck it, its just wishful thought on my part.&lt;br /&gt;naive, people call it, NAIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, trng again.&lt;br /&gt;good luck cause i cant remember a single step for the team routine.&lt;br /&gt;did i ever mention how i sometimes wish not to be born, to save a space for another baby?&lt;br /&gt;i often ask myself why and what im living for.&lt;br /&gt;but never able to come up with a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;please, we all miss the old you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-1508069454322158422?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1508069454322158422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=1508069454322158422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1508069454322158422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1508069454322158422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-cummon-bring-it-on.html' title='OH CUMMON BRING IT ON.'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-3112798320331746481</id><published>2006-10-20T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T11:29:17.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADIOS !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today is supposed to be one of my rare rest days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when nothing is up, just sleep and eat and nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JUST BEING BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but apparently, it isnt even though theres like no school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LIKE NO SCHOOL LAH, can dont be so sadist please? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyhow, the whole routine is changed and my brain is exploding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its like must remember changes in the TEAM and the DUET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;happy lah she, seeing i keep messing up ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND I BET I CANT REMEMBER A DAMN DRILL TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and who'll be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO ONE, oh great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;seriously still cant figure out how im supposed to do pt with all my aches.&lt;br /&gt;i think i do halfway, my body will collapse or something.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aye, did i mention i love 2purity alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and im only going to spend ONE more day with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;): its like omg can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND I REALLY DONT WANT TO LEAVE 2 PURITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what if next year i end up in a class im despised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eurgh damnit lah i love 2 purity alot okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i really love them alot can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EURGH WHATS WRONG WITH ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUT I  REALLY DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why must life do this to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EXPLAIN TO ME AGAIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as my favourite line has been: LIFE IS A PEICE OF SHIT&lt;br /&gt;not only that: LIFE IS UNFAIR&lt;br /&gt;like hello, and we're supposed to adapt to this unfair piece of shit?&lt;br /&gt;by right, and logic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, we dont have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but as life has proven to be a piece of shit, we HAVE to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its like, you wanna live, this is what you have to live by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this unfair piece of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when is my free day gonna come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when can i actually rest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh i forgot, i should EXCLUDE that word from my vocab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yeah, other than studies + swimming, NOTHING ELSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;N-O-T-H-I-N-G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i still have to get used to that life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay, so this is my choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes, it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but am i happy with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW LAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26167589.post-1653315521968865049</id><published>2006-10-19T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:57:29.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, thats right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh, you know what, siyun just told me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND ITS MAKING ME FEEL HORRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i mean, i knew i was stupid, but THIS STUPID?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;omg, i dont even think of going to sec3 lah, stay back one year also no diff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh, and you know how irritating it is when you seem to have so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but you see that person, and you'll go like : UHMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yuh, its fricking irritating i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OH, MY BRAIN IS UBBER SLOW OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;can she dont treat me like i have a brain that can absorb things UBBER EASILY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh gosh, i hate my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-1653315521968865049?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1653315521968865049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>oh yeah</title><content type='html'>AYE, SHE BETTER NOT PISS ME OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i have no stream to go,&lt;br /&gt;im injured forever, and crippled forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 3 big decisions in my life&lt;br /&gt;i only can choose one.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what the heck do i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you know, just damnit JUST DAMNIT OKAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-5051306619998219359?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/5051306619998219359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=5051306619998219359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cd9b9b;"&gt;EVEN MORE ANGRY THAN WITH THAT OTHER PIECE THAT THREW AWAY MY BOTTLE OKAY. i mean like WHEN THE FISHMONGER'S TIME &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WAS I A HYPOCRITE&lt;/span&gt;. you dont even have prove lah damn you. like to call names right, you loser. so fine lah, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;im a hypocrite lah, im a bitch lah, im a moronic loser lah&lt;/span&gt;, you happy loh. at least im not something you are lah loser, A ULTRA UBBER &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPER GLUE&lt;/span&gt;. i mean like you know why i just totally started to hate you. you will like totally &lt;u&gt;send messages 24 hrs per day&lt;/u&gt; okay. i mean you rich lah, you happy loh. but you know what, i aint rich okay. &lt;strong&gt;I GET SCOLDED ONE OKAY&lt;/strong&gt;. and its like you know how irritating it is to have someone sticking to you permanantly like everytime i see you. WAH LAO, sometimes i just &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;need space&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lah, i need to be om my own can. like whats wrong with you please. i mean, people need their space de loh. you give people privacy can anot. and the relationship right, i didnt even think you would like treat it so serious please. its like youre acting like a total noob okay. moron. AND THEN NOW BLAME ME FOR HATING YOU cause you were&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;irritating me BEYOND THE UTMOST STANDARD OF IRRITATING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. like omg lah how you do it please. rocker lah you, i've never been so irritated by someone until like that okay. &lt;strike&gt;not even by porlin/panshin&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck you okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; woah damn it. its like i never do anything to you &lt;u&gt;at that time&lt;/u&gt; loh. i left you alone, i didnt even say anything lah, what&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i ask you. i &lt;u&gt;didnt even bother to talk to you&lt;/u&gt; lah. you dont come and crap with me okay. I AINT SOMEONE TO MESS WITH. wtfh, you so totally piss me off okay, you know i didnt loathe you that time, but now all i have for you is pure hatred lah fuck. i mean at that time it was just so irritating to have someone around with that ubber &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUAYSONG face&lt;/span&gt; everytime around to make me pissed. but it was only irritating. but now, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;its beyond that&lt;/span&gt;, its like everytime i see you, i want to &lt;b&gt;cruch your head and step on your eyeballs&lt;/b&gt; okay. and its like now you make it seem &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ENTIRELY&lt;/span&gt; my fault&lt;/span&gt;. okay loh, my fault loh, WHAT CAN YOU DO YOU BITCH. let me remind you that &lt;b&gt;you were the one who &lt;u&gt;started to irritate me&lt;/b&gt; first&lt;/u&gt;, the one that made me burst my message limit by like &lt;strong&gt;1000&lt;/strong&gt;. damn you, the one that caused me to be scolded EVERYTIME by my p_____ cause you &lt;strong&gt;just cant SHUT UP&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cdb7b5;"&gt;fuck you, just grow up lah kid, stop acting like youre a bloody spoilt brat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;im so holy pissed, so dont further piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;and my you cant highlight the words, so HAHAH (:&lt;br /&gt;okay, im so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, im beyond weirdness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eoy are a complete disaster and so is everything else&lt;br /&gt;(woah, I WANNA WATCH THE CHELSEA MATCH LEHHHHHHH :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, anyway, intensive training is starting soon again, and i will reek of chlorine more and more.&lt;br /&gt;-looks at my hair. HOW COME IT DOESNT BECOME BROWN ):&lt;br /&gt;and like wth, shes still going to add things?!&lt;br /&gt;tsk, its damn tiring already can. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cdb7b5;"&gt;wth can, i dont know what to do lah. everything is so fucked up and i dont wanna do anything anymore, i just feel like punching myself and asking myself, why cant my life be simply and easy. why much we make decisions that affect everything in life. ITS SO SHIT OKAY DAMNIT. and i get so pissed so easily nowadays, and i get further pissed cause i dont wanna. and i get upset so freaking easily i feel like punching myself and say: DONT BE A FREAKING LOSER LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aye, why isnt there a rewind button in life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no, you cant highlight text, you just have to as smart as kc)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-6961765283734215795?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/6961765283734215795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=6961765283734215795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:400%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;water is my element.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh, but i play football too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-3254353876058340169?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/3254353876058340169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=3254353876058340169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/3254353876058340169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/3254353876058340169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-swimmer.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-7122604615820464161</id><published>2006-10-15T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:51:41.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yadayada</title><content type='html'>yeah, i cant believe it&lt;br /&gt;i actually woke up at 3.30 to watch an a.madrid game :D&lt;br /&gt;hah, thank goodness they won, otherwise waste my efforts ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH I TELL YOU TORRES DAMN CUTE HOHOHO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got my heart cramped for 1st half of 2nd half. if you understand :/&lt;br /&gt;btw, i got my heart cramped for a longer time for the liverpool match okay.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;and pennant was so horrible i was like, when is he going off!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but bellamy proved his worthy lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH, TORRES PENALTY DAMN NICE HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;HIS SMILE DAMN CUTE HAHAH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, cannot stand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i can remember the routine already!&lt;br /&gt;hohoho (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i cant believe im going to stand another month lah shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeah, so now what am i supposed to do huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-7122604615820464161?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26167589.post-1043710998781543371</id><published>2006-10-13T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T18:38:44.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im patrick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BYEBYE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;trip science&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pure geog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;elective geog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;elective hist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HK TRIP EXTENSION&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;hello&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;loser world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stupid world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scoldings &amp; canings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp; more scoldings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to patrick's world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;omg, i did so badly i dont even want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna say is:&lt;br /&gt;i scored so low for everything, theres no combi i can take.&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna get kick out of school&lt;br /&gt;and by then, all i can do is be PATRICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;AND I HAVE TO SAY THIS I HAVE TO I HAVE TO I HAVE TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg EURGH I WANT TO CRUSH CANS.&lt;br /&gt;wth wth wth X(999999999999999999999999999999 + 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;scene1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time, i was very pissed off with my results. so i had to vent my anger on a &lt;u&gt;lifeless&lt;/u&gt; pink dolphin bottle. i was crushing it trying to get rid of my anger, and kicking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;scene2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought it back to class, continuing to vent my anger on the bottle because i knew that if i dont, &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i will just totally scold&amp;kill people&lt;/span&gt;. so inderectly, i was being nice and trying &lt;u&gt;not to harm anyone&lt;/u&gt; else. in other words: &lt;u&gt;karon=good&lt;/u&gt;. as i was kicking the bottle near _____'s table, she stared at me (i dont blame her for that! nono, im &lt;u&gt;understanding&lt;/u&gt;) , that wasnt all. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;suddenly she called me &lt;u&gt;EVIL&lt;/u&gt; and proceeded to &lt;u&gt;PICK UP THE BOTTLE and throw it into the nearby bin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. and im like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT THE FISHINGMONGER'S PROBLEM DOES SHE HAVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i was overwhelmed with shock followed by grief. like hello, thats a &lt;u&gt;lifeless&lt;/u&gt; bottle. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;lifeless, dead, not breathing!&lt;/span&gt; what right does she have to call me evil just because i was trying to be nice and thus torture a non-living thing rather than HER. and hello again, that was my only source of venting my frustrations and she has to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THROW IT INTO THE FISHING BIN.&lt;/span&gt; i wanted to totally crush her okay. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CRUSH, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CRUSH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LAH OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FISHMONGER DAMNIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-breathes in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;woah, stupid moronic piece of shit&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, anyway, i was right about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GN OWN GOAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and stupid PR still doesnt admit its his fault.&lt;br /&gt;CUMMON LAH, YOURE PR FOR FISHMONGER'S SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay, i dont know whats wrong with me, but fish is no longer enough for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MAY AN ETERNAL CURSE FALL ON THAT STUPID &lt;strike&gt;BRIBED&lt;/strike&gt;BIASED REFEREE.&lt;br /&gt;9 times okay.&lt;br /&gt;9 times, BREAK MY RECORD LAH.&lt;br /&gt;fine lah, you want to fight is it, FIGHT LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRING IT ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cause youre a stupid EURGH piece of jerk&lt;br /&gt;doesnt make it legal to push me around you EURGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay heck it&lt;br /&gt;today's a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;but i had nice people who tried to make it better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks tessa&lt;/i&gt; for teaching me how to laugh again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks charlyne &amp; peiwen&lt;/i&gt; for making me believe that _____ is totally outa her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks sam&lt;/i&gt; for your efforts in cheering me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks teo&lt;/i&gt; for your stupid smses (: and the luck! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks everyone at macs&lt;/i&gt; for making me laugh further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks FF/F&lt;/i&gt; for trying to cheer me up to get ready (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I BROKE MY OWN RECORD HOHOHO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;now i do well, and i think i dont want to do well. eurgh, damnit damnit damnit. charlyne! now what do i do. ))): i want this, but i dont want this. i mean, its great! esp when my results are like that. but OMG SOMEONE KILL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, im fully handicapp now.&lt;br /&gt;and im so much in pain, i dont feel the pain anymore&lt;br /&gt;JUST DONT HIT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;or i'll crush you&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget the threat, just PLEASE DONT HIT ME ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh im sorry myra. i went mad :/ sorry sorry sorry.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-1043710998781543371?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1043710998781543371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=1043710998781543371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1043710998781543371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1043710998781543371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-patrick.html' title='im patrick.'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-4804934642716556129</id><published>2006-10-12T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:28:35.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a piece of shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STUPID. STUPID STUPID&lt;br /&gt;GN SCORED OWN GOAL OMG EURGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i still love him alot alot and i still think he's veryvery good :D&lt;br /&gt;in anyway, croatia was leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh, games carnival was a complete injury source and i dont wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;and i also declare my hate for referees.&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, especially one that doesnt even bloody give a damn that im being TRIPPED 8 times by that big ball of fats.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;what ______. i know my swimming good lah, but you dont come and crap with me loh, piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND FROM THIS DAY ON, I DECLARE MY HATRED FOR MY GRANDMOTHER &amp;amp; BROTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you say anything and quarell with me about how cute my brother is (LIKE CHOYI. TSK)&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, just look at your brother who is 8 years younger and tell me whats so nice about him.&lt;br /&gt;and if you dont have a brother eight years younger, PLEASE JUST SHUT UP AND DONT CRAP WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh, and let me remind you, the next time you ask, I HAVE NO BROTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he aint my brother ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, i really like theo walcott and i think he's really good you know.&lt;br /&gt;like compared to rooney/carrick.&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I SWEAR ROONEY IS A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MIDFIELDER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;coaches just dont believe it do they.&lt;br /&gt;pieces of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, come let me tell you about my latest obsession that i also mentioned in my prev post! (:&lt;br /&gt;NICK WHITAKER (: ohmygoodness, so cute okay, i cant take it anymore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/on%20stage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/on%20stage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/singing.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/singing.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/1600/smiling%20so%20cute.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2341/3194/320/smiling%20so%20cute.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute YES!&lt;br /&gt;got more pics one loh, but stupid blogger just kept messing up&lt;br /&gt;oh wells (:&lt;br /&gt;AH OMG SO CUTE HOHOHO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, for reminder&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO NOT HIT ME ANYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;please, i just beg of you.&lt;br /&gt;even if you think softsoft, ITS VERY HARD TO ME REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I STILL CANT GET OVER THE OG OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i bet it wasnt his fault lor, according to reliable sources, it was a &lt;b&gt;backpass&lt;/b&gt; LOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;okay, im just being biased here heh (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-4804934642716556129?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/4804934642716556129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=4804934642716556129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/4804934642716556129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/4804934642716556129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-piece-of-shit.html' title='life is a piece of shit.'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-1776182223820556975</id><published>2006-10-11T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:11:16.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fish, you know what.&lt;br /&gt;i was blogging and my post disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;just like that&lt;br /&gt;and it was a LONG post.&lt;br /&gt;damnit freakit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is i love nick whitaker and jason dolley.&lt;br /&gt;i aint going to post all over again no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i dont know whats the problem with me i mean i gotta treasure this what. its an oppurtunity of my life. but this is so wrong damnit. so much to let go. WHATS WRONG WITH ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do dreams ever come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, thank you, farewell (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you charlyne :D&lt;br /&gt;it was alot to me, THANK YOU :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i lay my love on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-1776182223820556975?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1776182223820556975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=1776182223820556975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1776182223820556975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1776182223820556975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/fish-you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-2136560521076838200</id><published>2006-10-08T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:52:39.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;omg okay omg lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;exams are like over over HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so unbelievable! I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING AND CRYING IN DELIGHT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WWWWWHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. despite all that excitement.&lt;br /&gt;im still worried&lt;br /&gt;like omg, the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT IF I CANT EXTEND THE DAMNIT TRIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to punch myself.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EURGH, STUPID BRAIN CELLS THAT DIED.&lt;br /&gt;now im a stupid silly moron.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday at grace's house funfunfunfunfun okay (:&lt;br /&gt;prata the scary movie :D hahahah (: pizza POTATO CHIPS (: lanterns(: wax ): candles &amp; sparkles!! :D RUNNING :D&lt;br /&gt;hah, omg so fun okay :D&lt;br /&gt;AH GRACE PLAYS THE GUITAR LIKE SHE HAS BEEN PLAYING IT SINCE SHE WAS IN THE STOMACH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sideline: THE STUPID CHINESE PASSAGE IS AS CONTRADICTING AS YUQING'S NAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;you know i was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to die tomm, there isnt anything great that i would LOVE TO DO you know.&lt;br /&gt;its like, i want to meet torres &amp;amp; gerrard &amp; klose &amp;amp; cristiano &amp;amp; SO MANY MORE &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;but honestly its veryvery impossible?&lt;br /&gt;so honestly, there isnt anything i would do other then REALLY TALK AND TALK to my friends if i were to die tomm.&lt;br /&gt;i thought of the damn comp.&lt;br /&gt;but i thought even deeper like i was HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;comp for what? blog for what? no one will read it after you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;i want to crush life.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED DESPERATELY TO CRUSH SOMETHING OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg whats the damn problem with me?&lt;br /&gt;its end of exams for gosh sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody punch me&lt;br /&gt;-looks warningly at gloria sim.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO GLORIA: HEY GLORIA, BE HONOURED. IM TERRIFIED OF YOU :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid LIFE LAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;stupid problems&lt;br /&gt;PUNCH ME OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, NEVERMIND.&lt;br /&gt;now, im going to watch football until i drop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GO TORRES &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, and crouch :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHH i love the way i love crouch cause it sets me into laughters :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you ought to know how important you are to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-2136560521076838200?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/2136560521076838200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=2136560521076838200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/2136560521076838200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/2136560521076838200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg-okay-omg-lah-exams-are-like-over.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-4543285171609831383</id><published>2006-10-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:09:20.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe im thinking of football now.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN HOW I WISH TORRES IS GOING TO LIVERPOOL INSTEAD.&lt;br /&gt;and now, i will totally fall in love with man u instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH WHATS WRONG WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, i still like CROUCH alot. and its crouch lah.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH &lt;a href="mailto:BLAHS=DHDJAHJIDHAUIFNHGUIASH!@$!@$@$^%$*&amp;(^*$$#^%#&amp;amp;%(#%"&gt;BLAHS=DHDJAHJIDHAUIFNHGUIASH!@$!@$@$^%$*&amp;(^*$$#^%#&amp;amp;%(#%&lt;/a&gt;@ LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I WANT TO BLOODY EXTEND MY TRIP OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-4543285171609831383?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/4543285171609831383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=4543285171609831383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/4543285171609831383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/4543285171609831383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-believe-im-thinking-of-football.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-1280321040979104513</id><published>2006-10-05T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:59:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRING IT ON</title><content type='html'>EH STUPID EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid karon and her stupid bad command of languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM LIKE 99.99999999999% SURE I FAILED MY ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok heck it.&lt;br /&gt;people said maths was good for me.&lt;br /&gt;but hello&lt;br /&gt;1 good paper and 8 other BAD papers dont not equate to one happy karon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU KNOW WHAT,&lt;br /&gt;HECK IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;CUMMON EXAMS, IM NOT SCARED OF YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOU DONT SCARE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BRING IT ON! &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who am i joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i seriously care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because i want to extend my trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im seriously scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EURGH HECK LAH OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-1280321040979104513?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1280321040979104513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=1280321040979104513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1280321040979104513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1280321040979104513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/bring-it-on.html' title='BRING IT ON'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-6282371402927653309</id><published>2006-10-02T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:56:52.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROs and CONs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;due to the pleasing of some cool people who think that im a freaking loser &amp; poser and dont have brains, because i found it a waste of time to please myself, please fill in the appropiate blanks and smiley faces ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: i flunged geog, i flung chinese 1, english 1 &amp; science&lt;br /&gt;the worse thing: history is going to join in the lot, together with english&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: i wont flung, i will pass with a mere half marks.&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: it aint good enough for ____&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: i dont give a damn&lt;br /&gt;the contradicting thing: i give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: history is tomm and i dont even know when did the japanese come to singapore&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: tomm marks the end of 6 papers leaving 3&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: tomm hasnt come.&lt;br /&gt;the worse thing: im not ready for tomm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: liverpool lost&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: manu won&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: i prefer liverpool&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: it only proves that the stupid coach should play ______ from the starting&lt;br /&gt;the best thing: ______ is the BEST (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: my mum went overseas&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: my mum went GERMANY&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: im going to hk&lt;br /&gt;the not so good thing: im ____ing with her&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: im ____ing with (:&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: i might not be able to extend trip&lt;br /&gt;the worse thing: shes ______ing the ____&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: im going to clear up the mess (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: shes going to ____ me&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: (: is going to save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: its still the exams&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: its ending in 4 days time!&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: 4 days is very long&lt;br /&gt;the worse thing: 4 days = 96 hours&lt;br /&gt;the even worse thing: 4 days = 96 hours = 5760 minutes&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing: i cant take a second of this torture anymore&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: THERES NO GOOD THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: my heart cramps every exam, leaving me in utmost discomfort&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: after 4 days, NO MORE CRAMPS&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: please refer to the above par.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: im stupid&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: people say im not stupid&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: i know im stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;the worse thing: im stuck in the rubbish chute&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worse thing: not only am i stupid, my language command is VERY bad &amp;amp; i have no common sense.&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: NO, THERE ISNT ANY GOOD THING OUT OF THIS EITHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: i lost my motivation&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: i got 1/8 of it back thanks to (:&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: its only 1/8 &amp; my brain gave up on me. and i gave up on it cause it was too stupid&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: i still have time to gain back 7/8 of my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: by that time comes, its midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: i really really cant do it&lt;br /&gt;the worse thing: im doomed if i cant do it&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing: IM DOOMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: by the end of this post, i vow to gain back at least 3/8 of my motivation&lt;br /&gt;the doubt: CAN I DO IT?&lt;br /&gt;the bad answer: no i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: geog &amp;amp; eng1 &amp;amp; chi1 &amp; chem &amp;amp; phsyics papers are so difficult&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: im going to crush the heads of the setters who set the above papers&lt;br /&gt;the better thing: the bio paper was okay, it makes me want to hug the setter&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: although it was okay, i know im too stupid to score well.&lt;br /&gt;the worse thing: im actually waving goodbye to my trip. science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing: im too stupid and i even forgot to bring my stupid calculator&lt;br /&gt;the good thing: gloria the KIND SOUL lent it to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing: i will study. i will do my best and make (: proud&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i want to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;CRUSH THOSE SETTER'S HEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;slap myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;get my motivation back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;im going to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;CRUSH THOSE SETTER'S HEAD. yes, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;slap myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;get my motivation back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AW, AINT I A GOOD GIRL (:&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is all for (: okay.&lt;br /&gt;stupid, otherwise i'll be like playing the comp ALL THE WAY TO MIDNIGHT PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, did i mention im supah sleepy and want to just slap that golden wedding dinner for not ending earlier. but nonetheless THE DESERT IS UBBER NICE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hello cool people, i have done my best to please all of you. i know im unable to spare you of my loser posts, but ive done my best. and pardon me if i have used some POSER words. i have put in effort. &amp; i cannot deny that im stupid and brainless. but i was wondering, if im so stupid &amp;amp; brainless, why do you visit my blog. i mean, dont you COOL people have COOLER things to do? :O like instead of coming to my blog and read my loser posts and roll your eyes at them, go do COOLER things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-6282371402927653309?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/6282371402927653309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=6282371402927653309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/6282371402927653309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/6282371402927653309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/10/due-to-pleasing-of-some-cool-people-who.html' title='PROs and CONs'/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-3576030006992610648</id><published>2006-09-30T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:04:44.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM DEAD LAH, NOTHING IS GETTING INTO MY HEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i think my brain gave up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey sam dear, CHEER UP :D&lt;br /&gt;its normal to ___ in toilets :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-3576030006992610648?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/3576030006992610648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=3576030006992610648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/3576030006992610648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/3576030006992610648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-2960340972797676204</id><published>2006-09-30T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:45:45.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things that make me mad:&lt;br /&gt;1) IM SO BLOODY STUPID&lt;br /&gt;2) i should at least have attempted that damn question&lt;br /&gt;3) i have absolutely no common sense. GREAT&lt;br /&gt;4) im still online BLOGGING&lt;br /&gt;5) i might not be able to extend the trip! &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;6) i cant lunch with them ):&lt;br /&gt;7) my stupid pestering brother&lt;br /&gt;8) my parents&lt;br /&gt;9) MY DAMN FATHER IS COMING ALONG? 8O&lt;br /&gt;10) my exams are really really bad and im so stupid. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;11) im _______ with her.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that make me happy:&lt;br /&gt;1) that TWO articles on how great crouch is (:&lt;br /&gt;2) a. madrid's match tomm! (THEY BETTER WIN. &gt;:/ )&lt;br /&gt;3) cristiano was the MAN OF MATCH for THAT match.&lt;br /&gt;4) im online not only blogging but also STUDYING. muwhahah&lt;br /&gt;5) im going to hk with (:&lt;br /&gt;6) RACHEL'S SMS-es (:&lt;br /&gt;7) SAM'S SMS-es&lt;br /&gt;8) TESSA'S SMS-es&lt;br /&gt;9) ALL MY BIRTHDAY CHOCS! hah :D&lt;br /&gt;10) yuqing's msn convers&lt;br /&gt;11) WEATHER'S NICK! :D&lt;br /&gt;12)FF/F outing aft eoy! hohoho (:&lt;br /&gt;13) alotalot outings are eoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i was sad.&lt;br /&gt;but i looked at the neswpaper again and im happy all over again.&lt;br /&gt;and i look at torres's pics and OMG SO CUTE LAH hah (:&lt;br /&gt;stupid lame me :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is nitric SHIT&lt;br /&gt;what is ammonia?&lt;br /&gt;what is AMMONIUM.&lt;br /&gt;whats the diff! GRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;stupid chem&lt;br /&gt;stupid exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didnt that qin shi shit just BURN ALL THE DAMN BOOKS LAH&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh what nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;im stuck in a rubbish chute because of someone ):&lt;br /&gt;-GLARES&lt;br /&gt;LET ME OUT LEEHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;or can you at least clean the rubbish chute first!&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH YOU KNOW CROUCH'S GOAL DAMN NICE LAH MUWHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;i love that beanpole man :D&lt;br /&gt;stupid liverpool manager BETTER LET HIM PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit lah, i sound like ahlian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, HELLO LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-2960340972797676204?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/2960340972797676204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=2960340972797676204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/2960340972797676204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/2960340972797676204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-that-make-me-mad-1-im-so-bloody.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-1476605152685390975</id><published>2006-09-29T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:05:53.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:280%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WOAH STOP PISSING ME OFF I TELL YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;DONT MAKE ME CRUSH YOUR HEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, finally fanlist up again! (: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-1476605152685390975?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/1476605152685390975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=1476605152685390975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1476605152685390975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/1476605152685390975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/woah-stop-pissing-me-off-i-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115951071445457157</id><published>2006-09-29T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:18:34.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE EFF.&lt;br /&gt;shit damnit eff it omg.&lt;br /&gt;WHATS THE FREAKING USE OF STUDYING IF EVERY PAPER IS THIS WAY?&lt;br /&gt;WHATS THE PURPOSE LAH OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE GOES EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;MY MOTIVATION&lt;br /&gt;MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;MY FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;-waves goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so great lah, what am i going to be?&lt;br /&gt;cannot be doctor&lt;br /&gt;cannot be coach&lt;br /&gt;cannot be anything&lt;br /&gt;GO AND BE PATRICK LAH&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy lah,&lt;br /&gt;you know what i want to do?&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO CRUSH THE SETTER'S HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;like how i crush a can when im ultra pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL SQUEEZE THE HEAD UNTIL IT BURSTS&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BRAIN WILL BE IN BITS AND PIECES.&lt;br /&gt;yes, thats what i want to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied like im going hk tomm&lt;br /&gt;GOT WHAT USE.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THOSE &lt;u&gt;SUPPOSED&lt;/u&gt; TO COME UP DONT COME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;THOSE SHIT THINGS LIKE LAND CLEARANCE COME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;like hello&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE F IS LAND CLEARANCE OMG.&lt;br /&gt;like hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you clear the land = NO MORE land = bare, space, empty, AIR = WHAT TO WRITE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;my mother still say what take pure geog.&lt;br /&gt;i will end up crushing my own head lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so bad can.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so lousy&lt;br /&gt;and thinking im the worst kid in the world.&lt;br /&gt;but in actual fact, other people so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO CRUSH MY HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;stupid skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I CANT DO IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell with it, i give up studying.&lt;br /&gt;whats the use anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH FREAKING KARON, YOU SUCK YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;YOU SUCK LIKE THE STRAW.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY WORSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what do you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;when you know youre half dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;but cannot die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;just let me die. no seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115951071445457157?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115951071445457157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115951071445457157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115951071445457157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115951071445457157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-eff.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115926941310155172</id><published>2006-09-26T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:19:28.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hola&lt;br /&gt;im right.&lt;br /&gt;going to school DOES cheer me up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it hasnt cheer me up yst cause i was TOO DISTURBED.&lt;br /&gt;BUT MAN (:&lt;br /&gt;im much better now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho, of course a.madrid being the fourth top in la liga cheers me up too (:&lt;br /&gt;AND. THEYRE ONLY ONE POINT BEHIND!&lt;br /&gt;HOLA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, its a good thing theres trng in the hols.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i hated that sport.&lt;br /&gt;it cheers me up like hell.&lt;br /&gt;like imagine what will happen if i stay home 24 hours for 1 1/2 months!&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I WILL JUST KILL MYSELF. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, the chanting of "I CAN DO IT" is not helping!&lt;br /&gt;tsk. i cant do it lah fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OLE OLE OLE OLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HADY HADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OLE OLE OLE OLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HADY HADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;X 9999999999999999999999999999999999999999 ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little things make me happy ((:&lt;br /&gt;everything is little to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i forgot all about happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;its not worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont listen&lt;br /&gt;cause she doesnt either&lt;br /&gt;i will learn how to listen&lt;br /&gt;when she becomes a proper mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115926941310155172?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115926941310155172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115926941310155172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115926941310155172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115926941310155172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/hola-im-right.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115918028646920081</id><published>2006-09-25T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T18:43:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:560%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;OMG I CANT DO IT LAH OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115918028646920081?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115918028646920081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115918028646920081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115918028646920081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115918028646920081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-i-cant-do-it-lah-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115917438848597638</id><published>2006-09-25T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:08:18.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what the hell is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;and my moodswings are totally irritating myself.&lt;br /&gt;and i furthur IRRITATE myself knowing im not supposed to be here.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HERE I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, wth.&lt;br /&gt;eurgh. i suck&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me! GROWING process?!&lt;br /&gt;i think im just being weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i got people(like charlyne) worried.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU CHARLYNE AND MEGAN AND WHOEVER WERE THERE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-okay, deep breath in and out like what jeanice says&lt;br /&gt;HAH(: let me cheer you up with jeanice's sister omg so cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sms-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jeanice: KARON WHO YOU SMSING! boyfriend is it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karon: aiyuh, ya lah ya luh. i got alot one you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jacq: who?! TORRES IS IT! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karon: yuhyuh, and not cheap to mantain this relationship you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;jeanice sister: EH KARON, I WANT HIS NUMBER! where you get from one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: oh so cute okay. and she really meant it lah (: ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karon, you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;you will study and you will do well.&lt;br /&gt;you can do it because everyone else says you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;you are going to finish off the pathetic geog studying and do well.&lt;br /&gt;you are going to study and fare well and prove to &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you can and is capable of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;you are going to do well and extend your trip in hongkong so you can have absolute fun with the chen fam.&lt;br /&gt;you are going to buck up and by miricle, you will become a smart genius and excel in languages.&lt;br /&gt;you are going to do it man, youre going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM GOING TO DO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I CAN AND AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;when is she going to learn how to be a mother.&lt;br /&gt;even he knows how to be a father already.&lt;br /&gt;when when WHEN lah omg! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115917438848597638?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115917438848597638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115917438848597638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115917438848597638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115917438848597638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115906699977932316</id><published>2006-09-24T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:03:19.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, im much better now.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i seriously need to go to school (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;football&lt;br /&gt;liverpool 3-0 tottenham&lt;br /&gt;arsenal 3-0 sheffield united&lt;br /&gt;fullham 0-2 chelsea&lt;br /&gt;reading 1-1 man u&lt;br /&gt;aston villa 2-0 chalton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liverpool won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;without crouch ))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;henry scored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;LAMPARD SCORED A NICE PENALTY + A NICE GOAL (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(see, he aint lousy okay! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think he looks good w the captains band on :D&lt;br /&gt;cristiano ronaldo scoredddddd ((:&lt;br /&gt;no footwork, no hesitation, no diving, no nothing, JUST PLAIN RONALDO ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, i was getting worried when that reading shot in that penalty.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness ronaldo ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now chelsea's at the top of the chart!&lt;br /&gt;(LIVERPOOL CLIMB UP QUICKQUICK!)&lt;br /&gt;hola (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i want to thank tessa's choc, gloria's sweet, and samantha's cushion ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for cheering me up yesterday when everything else is gone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I CAN DO IT YOU MORON. i can and i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i will be big, i will be better than you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i will be the biggest swimming coach in spain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WILL PROVE YOU WRONG.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115906699977932316?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115906699977932316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115906699977932316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115906699977932316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115906699977932316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-im-much-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115902196580873623</id><published>2006-09-23T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:32:45.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTH LAH OMG I WANT TO PUNCH MYSELF OR BANG MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL AND GET CONCUSSION AND NEVER WAKE UP AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;OR EVEN IF I WAKE UP, LET ME WAKE UP IN SPAIN TO MYSELF WITH TORRES OR SOMETHING. ANY FREAKING THING TO GET AWAY OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO CLOSE MY EYES AND SLEEP FOREVER AND EVER LUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EURGH WTHWTHWTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARON, YOU SUCK LAH OMG. I WANT TO PUNCH YOU AND GET YOU INTO CONCUSSION OR SOMETHING AND DIE. STUPID FREAK LOSER. YOU KNOW YOU CANT DO IT AND YOU JUST BLOODY THINK YOU CAN DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EURGH I SUCK OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115902196580873623?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115902196580873623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115902196580873623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115902196580873623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115902196580873623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/wth-lah-omg-i-want-to-punch-myself-or.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115883592884218414</id><published>2006-09-21T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:00:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;today was one super good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) HOHOHO, its my special day! (:&lt;br /&gt;2) HOHOHO, my uncle's in the newspaper man, somemore so cool SIAXXXXXZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;3) HOHOHO, liverpool won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4)hohoho, i got losta things to eat! muwhahah&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/DADA!%20x).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/DADA%21%20x%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho, SO STYLE! (:&lt;br /&gt;okay, i dont know what is wrong with me, keep hohoho-ing :/&lt;br /&gt;sorry :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! anyway, i want to thank like EVERYONE who gave me this birthday which was like the best since? :D&lt;br /&gt;HAH, I LOVE EVERYONE LIKE OMG HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to upload all the pictures of the presents&lt;br /&gt;but im too lazy and im rushing to finish this cause my idiotic brother wants to play the comp.&lt;br /&gt;and he's only 6! :/&lt;br /&gt;5 in fact :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/from%20weather%20FOR%20CARROT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/from%20weather%20FOR%20CARROT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, i love weather alotalot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and grace and jiamin and maykun and samantha and shirley and rachel and OMG LAH SO MANY PEOPLE IM GOING TO GO ON AND ON AND ON so i should shut up :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, but maykun is so freaking nice i have to specially say this I LOVE YOU MAYKUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love the "dead cat" omg :D&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;oh man i was so silly :/ i thought really dead cat okay ):&lt;br /&gt;haha :D&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOUUUUUUU :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah i cannot stand it, so happy (:&lt;br /&gt;ANDANDAND&lt;br /&gt;im going to watch the replay of liverpool match!&lt;br /&gt;i dont even care what my father say :/&lt;br /&gt;oops haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYAYYAY I LOVE YOU ALL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love FF/F like omgomgomg love them like OMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;thank you all! ((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;-smiles like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF YOU MADE MY DAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shit, i realise i sound like an ahlian in this post :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT SORRY, MY BROTHER IS KILLING ME I WANT TO PUNCH HIM ALREADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115883592884218414?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115883592884218414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115883592884218414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115883592884218414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115883592884218414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115850788157205891</id><published>2006-09-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:02:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was on the way back home yesterday, i quarrelled with my parents and almost wanted to kill them&lt;br /&gt;and well, myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i questioned myself.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell do i live for, what the shit am i doing here.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought, and thought.&lt;br /&gt;and after all those thoughts, i decided to dedicate this post to all those who have made a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FIRSTLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;samantha chen!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey my dear. i really want to thank you for always being there in my life. caring for me, getting worried over me. i really appriciate it (: you have been a whole lot of help alot of times, helping me get out of all the stupid trouble i get into. you have made a great difference in my life, and i love it. i dont know what will my life be without you. its like so sad all the time. you might not know it, but you have done a great deal of things for me. sometimes i get scolded by my parents, and i receive your sms and i cheer up again. you really cheer me up alot of times when i needed it and it rocks to have you smsing me a great deal (: that time i was such a let down to you, but nonetheless, you still cared for me, get worried for me. its so great to have you, the funny comical face in training to make me laugh when things are shit. its great to have you not minding all my football crazy even though i know you cant take it sometimes (: its so great to have you make the cutest comments and set me in laughter. its so great to have someone to tease about being oh so attractiveeeee(: i love you oh so much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thank you funny pot, thank you my TORRES dear (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my love for you is simple, simple and full :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;jacqueline ling!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestfriend! how could i ever made through my life without you. you made my life this way, you made me live through till today. when i felt that i couldnt hold on anymore, you were there for me, supporting me, crying with me. helping me curse whoever the moron is. you rock so much, my house roof is down. you made my happy days cheering me up so much everytime with your stupid attempts. i know i havent been the greatest friend to you these few days. BUT JACQUELINE LING i want to tell you YOU TOTALLY MADE MY DAY, MY NIGHT, MY AFTERNOONS, MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thank you for being there when no one else is!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;jeanice qual!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my dearie. you omg (: you totally rock with jacq. when you first came into my life, i didnt trust you and i was mean to you ): but you didnt give a damn and still helped me like shit. and i just kept saying how great jacq was to you everytime, but you didnt even give a bloody damn. you rock so much like omg. the star gazing, the girl talks omg. my life will be in like total shit without you. its like so wrong! ): jeanice, you have been the greatest little thing, and you are becoming a big thing now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thank you for trusting in me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sualenn TEK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have been great in my life (: brightening my days and welcoming me into ballfam. intro-ing my into FF/F. PARTN! you are like so great! everytime i get injured or any blah shit like even getting scolded, you back me up. even when im in obvious wrong. you can make me right. youre always so nice so understanding. youre the greatest partn like anyone can get (: i love you partn! i really do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for understanding all that is un-understandable&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;lyanne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you another great girl in my life. i dont even need to say it, and you know that you have made a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;JX, soo, khor, andrew, ryan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys have been great. backing me up against stupid ultra big and fat bullies that go "im your worst nightmare!!!!!!!!" hah (; youre are like the greatest guys in a life anyone can have (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;daris, joves, creek&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, you stupid trio omg so cute (: youre have made my life so much better cracking the most stupid jokes that set me to frown outside but laugh like shit inside (: youre stood up for me in ANYTHING and it rocks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;carvell(s)!, MAC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you three stupid angmos (: omg youre like (looks up and quote) the greatest guys in life anyone can have. youre have made my life in FF/F so enjoyable especially you, joe. forcing me to laugh whenever kena scolded (uhem) to standing up for me anywhere anytime :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;jonn!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah coach :D you know its great that you dont care whatever and however i mess up, you still help me. even that ultra big mess up, you still didnt blame me and even helped me to get back on track. that time i so so so let you down, you still put it aside. gosh, wherever can i find another you. never ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;FF/F!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre rock as a whole and every indiv rocks too. always there for me, supporting me. making me laugh. smiling at me, kicking me (uhem!) life is so not fun without you people its like omg (: and all the encouragements and support! :D&lt;br /&gt;and you jonn, i dont need to say it. YOU KNOW IT (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;grace !&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace, i reallyreally want to thank you for all the talks we had, urging me to study. its great to have someone to talk to, someone like you. who comes up with the funniest things like WHAT DID ZERO SAY TO EIGHT. its great to have friends like you who keep encouraging me, giving me a green coloured pencil for encouragement. ;) its so fun to have you as a friend, so enjoyable, so lovely (: thanks for being there as a person i can talk to , that i can trust. and i know i can trust you grace, i know i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thank you for talking (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;yuqing !&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather! weather weather i want to thank you for all the rain of encouragement for me the carrot to grow :) okay, im joking, im not a carrot! ): its been great and youve been great! talking about some uhemsss (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;regina&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hweeeee! you super wonder girl in my ordinary world. i love you and you know it. im sorry i still owe you a birthday present but i dont know what to get you ): ah regina youre so nice despite all my shit to you. :DDDDDDD hah, and all your scandalous relationships! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;jiamin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the fun we shared (: all the times youve been there. you know youre great. :D all the cutness with the container with dinosaur (!) and earphones dO_Ob (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;huizhen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all the trust you had in me, all the fun you had (: its been so great so far and i know it will get even better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;charlyne&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlyne! you super living in denial girl with all your cuteness omg (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel TEO !&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel teo omg, youre the girl always there for me to rub your hair. i love you so much like omg. my vandaliser, my squirrel (: so cute :D thanks for being there trying desperately to cheer me up everytime im down ): with all your concern and your testimonials and your tags. with all the negative posts, you will say i rock. thank you so much :D and that time the basketball incident, i was so stubborn and shit, and you tried to calm me down, tried to help me. i love you so much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and you keeping quiet about my stupid football shit when i know you cant take it hah (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;shirley !&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you! are there for me to talk to about football. about cristiano. (: about rooney and how he should go for plastic surgery. oh my you rock lah (: you funnily talking about some uhemhopeuhem people and getting so embarrased and kept asking me what to do. getting so anxious :D so cute hah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;gets, melissa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you 2 greatness (: so rocker rock my whole life. GETS my so called table partn! (: hah :D i love you all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;karchian&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your stupid lame comments in assembly. i could have fallen asleep without them :D you and your funny forever changing hairstyles (: you and your comments for me to become who i am now. you were the only one that made it happen. thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;sylvia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your stupid ego and you with your stupid spider. so cheer me up with all your rubbish nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;maykun!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and your stupid super good brain! i love you and your lame comments. the football talks we have (: oh maykun maykun so cute (: yo-ing everytime i "yo" you (: ah youre the rocker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tomoe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, your super fierce face when you are angry! (: you so good and so cool SIAAA :D hah its so good to have a tomoe-eh! (: especially one that likes ants :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;shannen, peiwen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you two so nice to me. like peiwen! cheering me up when i need it. (: and accompanying me to the toilet cause i was about to break down. thanks for doing all these acts that help me so much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;eunice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your funny facial expressions always making me laugh like mad (: trusting me in a whole lot of things (: its really nice to have you cute little things in my life, laughing at weirdo people like sylvia and bullying hanxu (: hah, all the memories :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;siyun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, your stupid sudden outbursts of laughter are really weird but they add the excitement to my life man! :D its so great to have you sitting beside me now and i can laugh at all your sillyness, not forgetting to mention how you go crazy over a lit question, so crazy you make me want to kick your butt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;hui xian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you funny mother! stamping on people's foot when playing bball! hahah (: thanks for copying things for me! hah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;cheryl &amp; sining&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you two scandalous pair! tsk. hah (: youre have been a great fun and a great source of help! :D not forgetting a great source of information! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;chinpei &amp;amp; bessy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINNY AND BESSY. hah, chinny omg you and your so cuteness! :D and bessy with your issues with LWW! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;twoPURITY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not even close to some of youre, but in one way or another, you have made my life even more fun and enjoyable, making this year a great for me :D (uhem despite all the difficulties in the maths hmwk? haha) thank you 2p! :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;janice!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have always been there for me! all the times in np with me. i will so miss you so much when you leave next year. my life in np will definately be different without you ): not say in np, even in normal days, like after school waiting for parents, you were there to wait with me. so that i wont be lonely :D all the funny talk we have like the limegreen trunks! :D and all the macs meals together. all the talk that lessen my burdens. :D you have been such a great person in my life! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love you and you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;erica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you nerd! all the laughter we had was so good :D and you helping me everytime. :D training with me, laughing with me, angry with me ;) both of us are so stubborn and yet you are always the one saying sorry first. you have been a great friend. and all the running we had is ubber fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;josephina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have been the girl i can complain to! hah, like the campcraft test! im sorry i shouted at you the other time, i guess i was moodswinging to much. im really sorry. but im glad we still okay. and you were nice enough to forgive me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;waiteng&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 years of jtc together! hah, maybe you hate me now for my stupidness. nonetheless, you helped me get pass jtc06 :D and its really nice of you to keep helping me, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;charmaine &amp; melanie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, you two forever together. for all the laughter and the funny funny things in np :D like all the burps(UHEMUHEM) and how charmaine does situps funnily and how she marches funnily and how irritating melo is when she does drills forever talking, forever near me. hah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;stephanie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, i love to say hello to her :D ahahah :) you are so nice sosososo nice! helped me so much everytime when im stuck. (like uhemjtcuhem) thank you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;jiayin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey my slaughter (: been one whole great year with you going around trying to slaughter me hah (: just one little small little request? GROW SHORTER? :D thank you! :D haahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;panshin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey my skittles provider! thanks for keep on buying me sweets for free! i know i've been treating you quite badly :S sorry! but i know youre nice and you forgive me easily! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sectwosquad06!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, im not even close to some of youre. but whether you like me or not, the fact remains that youre have made a difference in my life, and youre are the best squad ever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;joanne!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTNPARTN. you have been a greatgreat friend + partner. you rocked my life in primary school. and now youre still rocking it :D i still remember the psle day when youre behind me! wahahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tessa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, im sorry i have to put you all the way back here hah (: PORC! its really a nice year with you being my busmate at the start of the year and all the times we shared in macs are great! all the laughter man! omg, youre so cute and you add laughter to my life! (training my abs! muwhahah) i love you tessa, love you for trying to cheer me up when im down. like that time i just suddenly broke down, i reckon you were pretty taken aback hah (: thank you, porc! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love the laughter and joy we had :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;stephanie chen!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, you are so cute omg, in fact your whole family is :D hah, without your few stupidity acts, syncro will be so pointless and boring! ah! LOVELY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gosh do i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;natalie chen!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATALIE have you ever know how ridiculous you are some times? haha, and all your ridic acts just make me keep laughing :D i know you love sweet popcorn! and i love sweet popcorn too :D waahaha. and you are just as sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;priscilla &amp;amp; rebecca&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, you two rubbish sisters that dont even act like sisters. youre have been really nice and great friends! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;melissa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my you and your random testimonials just give me smiles :D and everytime desperately to find you when APS is around :/ hah, i think im so lousy, cant spot you ): but you can spot me?! ah why. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;speedi syncro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not have liked syncro, and i dont even know whether i like it now. but one thing is for sure ladies, youre have been my motivation to go! and i love youre a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;bully gor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stupid moron that keep pissing me off and quarelling with me and bullying me, laughing at me ): but i gotta admit, its fun bullying you too. making you always saying sorry first. to be truthful, i may be angry with you, but it never lasted. it was so fun to see your stupid reaction everytime i dao you :D hah, that phone call! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;edwin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, i have to thank you for your attempts in making me cheer up after all my downs :D even when im super moody and daoing you. hah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;raphael&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AND LAST BUT DEFINATELY NOT THE LEAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;alex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lion/whatever. thank YOU for always being there. like forever always, even when i like push you down, you still cared for me. its really nice having you to care for me, be concern about me :D you have been a great support especially when j died ): i was reallyreally down and i swear i could have just slapped you. but your geniune care has been great :D at the times we spent together whether its in FF/F, ball fam, star watching(hah) or even kicking you were great. you helped me so much even finding me UHEM. even when im a complete disaster and let down. you were there to pick me up to move on (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thank you, thank you for letting me kill you to vent my anger :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: CERRIE IS GOOD. REALLY. BE A BRAVE BOY ((: wahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to thank everyone in life and all of youre had made a difference in my life (:&lt;br /&gt;being my motivation to live on.&lt;br /&gt;without youre, i would have lost it long ago.&lt;br /&gt;without youre i would be total shit ):&lt;br /&gt;(okay, i still am, heck)&lt;br /&gt;all of youre in one way or another had contributed to my life, to my currently best times of my life :D even those who i left out, you know that my life is complete because of you.&lt;br /&gt;cheering me up/ being there for me when im down &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(which when i type the personal messages happens to be almost all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helping me all the time (yes, all the time. :/ im so lousy, hah)&lt;br /&gt;thank you all of you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all of you so much :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i started doing this yesterday and only finished it today ): )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;football tomm! here i come!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115850788157205891?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115850788157205891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115850788157205891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115850788157205891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115850788157205891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-on-way-back-home-yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115850426297778913</id><published>2006-09-17T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:44:23.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today woah tiring SIAXXXZZZZSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;woke up at like 605 ): just to rush to make it for my brother's comp ;)&lt;br /&gt;woah, my brother seriously suck leh! )): oh well, sucker &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;deon damien damn cute omg (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/DEON!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/DEON%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the two older brothers suck omg &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i want to punch that second one. hah, whats his name again? ;P&lt;br /&gt;ruth + deon + shony = THE BEST :D&lt;br /&gt;shony so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/SHONY!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/SHONY%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop asking why i look so wrong, i know ):&lt;br /&gt;the ballroom super big lah, got empty table!&lt;br /&gt;BUT speediswim was SO lousy, we had to be confined to only 3 tables ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/samantha!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/samantha%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, at the ballroom! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/NATALIE!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/NATALIE%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/entry%20ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/entry%20ticket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, i love the title of the meet, MIDGET MEET! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/prize%20presentation%209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/prize%20presentation%209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shony's cam was so much better :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/michelle%20leong!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/michelle%20leong%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i love michelle okay (: so pro and so humble.&lt;br /&gt;UNLIKE THAT IDIOTIC BROTHER OMG I STILL WANT TO PUNCH HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that stupid candy floss machine kept breaking down! ):&lt;br /&gt;and while we were waiting, with nothing better to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/stephanie,%20karon!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/stephanie%2C%20karon%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/the%20flower!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/the%20flower%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this flower was supposed to be so special! haha (:&lt;br /&gt;BUT. i broke the fragile stem )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/hehheheeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/hehheheeh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops! hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;and one of our time there, WE SAW BALLACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/ballack%20shirt!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/ballack%20shirt%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, ballack indeed. there was another beckham one&lt;br /&gt;but the beckham guy looks QIAN ZHOU. oops :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time syncro so tired already! ):&lt;br /&gt;then woah mess up like hell&lt;br /&gt;everywhere aching, cramp like shit i want to punch all my muscles out&lt;br /&gt;woah damnit i suck ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back quarrel with my parents DAMNIT&lt;br /&gt;idiotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eoy, its a war of me vs you. &gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115850426297778913?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115850426297778913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115850426297778913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115850426297778913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115850426297778913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-woah-tiring-siaxxxzzzzsssss-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115832034871223088</id><published>2006-09-15T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:53:49.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;wisdom doesnt automatically come with old age.&lt;br /&gt;nothing does - except wrinkles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday came and is going away soon&lt;br /&gt;tomm's saturday.&lt;br /&gt;HSK, sylvia coming to cook, trng.&lt;br /&gt;my life is SO boring sometimes ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like going for HSK tomm, so sian can ):&lt;br /&gt;its like so early in the morning! tsk.&lt;br /&gt;school is a prison ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH, today was pretty fun in school, but i forgot why! :O&lt;br /&gt;bball was fun :D and ultra tiring ):&lt;br /&gt;the truth people didnt play again.&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh, irritating. ):&lt;br /&gt;but heck it, purity rocks :D&lt;br /&gt;and i think we were quite pathetic? 11-3. woah ):&lt;br /&gt;who cares, its about the fun man! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY TOE INCIDENT. hah (:&lt;br /&gt;its like i found my toe there very pain every time i step down.&lt;br /&gt;so i when we gathered at the specs stand, i took out my sock and shoe and got a shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;my third toenail there had blood, i was so scared can, i hate nails being break off.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow it wasnt that pain and the blood was downwards! :O&lt;br /&gt;so i went back to class, took the protective layer off my leg again and started to examine my leg to see where my wound was.&lt;br /&gt;i kept hitting my toe nail BUT IT WASNT PAINFUL AT ALL! :O so i tried stepping on the floor again since that was how my leg so pain in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;and ouch! ):&lt;br /&gt;then i was omg lah where the hell is that stupid wound omg im going to kill that stupid invinsible wound!&lt;br /&gt;and in my anger, i accidentally hit my sencond toe, and to my delightful surprise, OUCH! :O&lt;br /&gt;hah, so in the end, it wasnt my third toe hurt, it was my sencond toe! :D&lt;br /&gt;im so glad i found it :D hah, and siyun was still asking me why i was still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ANYWAY. apparently my third toe nail jabbed into my seond toe skin and caused the wound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary nails and their power! :O&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this answers alot of people. alot of people have been asking me how i got hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit test was hard and funny (:&lt;br /&gt;i want to totally kick siyun's butt. :D&lt;br /&gt;macbeth was total shitness. and i dont give a damn about mock anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i can bet with ANYONE that my chinese will fail&lt;br /&gt;please lah, i never even finish my shortening of the passage&lt;br /&gt;AND. the close passage, out of like 10 points, only 8.&lt;br /&gt;woah i suck man ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really funny how the exams are like just A FEW DAYS away&lt;br /&gt;and i still dont want to study.&lt;br /&gt;wth, i hate myself omgomg i want to kill that procrastinating brain cell thats telling me to do this instead of studying ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah (:&lt;br /&gt;i love school life :D&lt;br /&gt;and i love torres omg so cute okay okay okay&lt;br /&gt;look at this omg small school boy omg so cute okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/omg%20so%20cute%20small%20boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/omg%20so%20cute%20small%20boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAMIN! dO_Ob, headphones! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115832034871223088?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115832034871223088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115832034871223088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115832034871223088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115832034871223088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/wisdom-doesnt-automatically-come-with.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115824268076538693</id><published>2006-09-14T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:04:43.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;that thing you do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today so cute can&lt;br /&gt;okay, actually i cant really remember what happen.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. i remembered bball was super cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like keep passing to the wrong people and laughing and laughing&lt;br /&gt;and halfway i have to go toilet?! :D&lt;br /&gt;poor peiwen ):&lt;br /&gt;hah, regina abit too frustrated?&lt;br /&gt;AND. out of 139 tries of the two pointer, I FINALLY GOT IN MY 3RD!&lt;br /&gt;muwhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;oh wth, whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THEN. chinese no one was listening to luo laoshi?&lt;br /&gt;hah :D&lt;br /&gt;then english ms nair on course!&lt;br /&gt;:D yay yay yayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;so went table hopping and talked about some VERYVERY funny stuff (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese mock so rubbish lah&lt;br /&gt;i had ABSOLUTELY no idea how to do the stupid paper&lt;br /&gt;and it was like raining and the whether was so nice to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep halfway, and woke up with a start.&lt;br /&gt;woah, super embarrasing. :/&lt;br /&gt;hah :D&lt;br /&gt;THENTHEN prank call omg so cute can&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know shirley is police!&lt;br /&gt;haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh, jasmine got  out ):&lt;br /&gt;so sad lehhh ):&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT'LL BE A BORING REPEAT OF LAST YEAR'S GRAND FINAL.&lt;br /&gt;lets just hope hady wins ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay my lovely samsoon, HERE I COME! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115824268076538693?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115824268076538693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115824268076538693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115824268076538693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115824268076538693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/that-thing-you-do-today-so-cute-can.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115805628256524459</id><published>2006-09-12T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:18:02.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh freak eoy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me your rumbles.&lt;br /&gt;shut up i say. just holy shut up and give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;ive got my own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP. &gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115805628256524459?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115805628256524459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115805628256524459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115805628256524459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115805628256524459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-freak-eoy-save-me-your-rumbles.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115787148844104468</id><published>2006-09-10T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:58:08.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>liverpool lost. OH GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;first spain, now liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why like that lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man u won though (:&lt;br /&gt;ronaldo so cute okay his smile omgomgomg :D&lt;br /&gt;muwhahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;why must things be so bloody difficult and complicated.&lt;br /&gt;life is so messy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I FEEL LIKE GIVING UP.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;saying i surrender.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im sorry things have to be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but im glad youre happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;afterall, you planned it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up. i surrender.&lt;br /&gt;the white flag.&lt;br /&gt;now let me go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115787148844104468?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115787148844104468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115787148844104468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115787148844104468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115787148844104468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/liverpool-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115769014925836846</id><published>2006-09-08T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:10:09.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF YOU DONT WANT TO READ ALL MY FOOTBALL NONSENSE, SCROLL DOWN LIKE ALOTALOT ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eurgh, i still hate northern ireland like hell.&lt;br /&gt;you are the host lah, CAN YOU JUST STOP JEERING!&lt;br /&gt;but hell with it, i still love spain alotalot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/454095_MEDIUMLANDSCAPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/454095_MEDIUMLANDSCAPE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think xabi looks a little like gerrard. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:240%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;TORRESSSSSSSSSS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, I KNEW ITALY WAS SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW ITALY DIDNT DESERVE THE WORLD CUP.&lt;br /&gt;I KNEEWWWW IT.&lt;br /&gt;idiotic pieces of shit.&lt;br /&gt;just 2 minutes and the french scored. thats called POWER.&lt;br /&gt;that will show those idiotic long spagettis.&lt;br /&gt;and italy is so pathetic, they cannot do without cannavaro&lt;br /&gt;despite that head incident and i bet cannavaro was going to die in pain, he still continued playing.&lt;br /&gt;simply because he knows that his team is total shit and chaos w/o him.&lt;br /&gt;and its absolutely true. stupid pathetic italians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/453687_BIGLANDSCAPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/453687_BIGLANDSCAPE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muwhahah, GO FRANCE. italy, you can just die with shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/453261_BIGLANDSCAPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/453261_BIGLANDSCAPE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIERRY HENRY SO POWER.&lt;br /&gt;MUWHAHAHAHH&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i simply hate the italians.&lt;br /&gt;well, except for cannavaro. ;)))&lt;br /&gt;all hail coupet! all down with that buffalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portugal = dissappointment.&lt;br /&gt;(i told you cristiano only perform when he has mood! hah)&lt;br /&gt;aiyyuuhhh, sad fate lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germany omg omg omg that match super funny.&lt;br /&gt;it was like you cannot dont watch for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;the goals just kept coming lah can.&lt;br /&gt;and klose could have done a hat trick if he wasnt substituted.&lt;br /&gt;but i bet he was tired lahh :D I LOVE KLOSE (:&lt;br /&gt;podolski not that bad lah huh (: 4 goals leh :D&lt;br /&gt;and they very funny lah, score until their celebrations also dont want le (:&lt;br /&gt;hitzlsperger super cute leh (: and so young. hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;i still have high difficulty pronouncing their names. especially him ^&lt;br /&gt;stupid euro cup only have one pathetic photo of podolski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/453626_BIGPORTRAIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/453626_BIGPORTRAIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i love germany! (:&lt;br /&gt;but no more klinnsman ):&lt;br /&gt;ANDAND. lehmann was supposed to take the penalty lah&lt;br /&gt;schneider so extra ):&lt;br /&gt;haha :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;podolski 11', 43', 64', 72'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Schweinsteiger 28', 47'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Klose 30', 45'+ 1'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ballack 35'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hitzlsperger 66', 72'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;M. Friedrich 87' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Schneider 90'(pen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, germany POWER MAN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;KLOSEEEEEEE :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! those who once laughed at me beacause i support crouch.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY NOW HUH.&lt;br /&gt;HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH&lt;br /&gt;he was the only one who scored okay!&lt;br /&gt;muwhahahah, now my turn to laugh at youre!&lt;br /&gt;muwhhahhahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/453651_BIGLANDSCAPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/453651_BIGLANDSCAPE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only guy who scored in that match okay! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;and the number nine looked so good on him&lt;br /&gt;he's so comfortable with NINE!&lt;br /&gt;i wish rooney is suspended forever okay.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe he can take the number 21 shirt ;)&lt;br /&gt;lalalala, I LOVE CROUCH CROUCH PETER CROUCH! :D&lt;br /&gt;he scored in EVERY game he played so far since world cup okay.&lt;br /&gt;power power power (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/452297_MEDIUMSQUARE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/452297_MEDIUMSQUARE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.uefa.com/MultimediaFiles/Photo/competitions/EURO/452297_MEDIUMSQUARE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CROUCHHHHHHH! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention how much i prefer world cup because there are so many more photos&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention how much i prefer ESPN to the other two channels cause of the cam, the sound system? starsports and starsports plus channel suck ):&lt;br /&gt;but what to do? they feature the matches ):&lt;br /&gt;hah! there, i mentioned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;my blog is once again a place for all the results&lt;br /&gt;hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;huixian is so right.&lt;br /&gt;and there goes my studies.&lt;br /&gt;im so bummer im so dead.&lt;br /&gt;when will i have self discipline! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;can you just bloody stop being so emo and thinking all of us will be there to entertain your shitness. frankly speaking, i dont give a damn that she is scolding you. and you keep bloody showing off. like fine. you know how to do things nicely and good and i cant. i know. you dont have to bloody ake it so obvious okay. you just keep on showing off. i thought that you were better than your sister. but i was wrong. sometimes youre even worse. you just keep showing off and things that you cant do, you refuse to do. and you expect coach to keep staring at you and what? reward you when you do a move nicely? dream on lady. people dont like your showing off okay. so just bloody stop showing off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;somehow im glad youre not coming. and finally i can feel better&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sylvia, if you want you can read that small print thangs. but its kind of useless.&lt;br /&gt;you wont know who im talking about anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;muwhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday ended up no need to do the gym thing ;)&lt;br /&gt;the little girl was so cute! haha (:&lt;br /&gt;trng was very funny. natasha just needs warming up i guess.&lt;br /&gt;and im so glad that shona didnt roll her eyes at me.&lt;br /&gt;i think i would just flare up and box her if she did. hah (:&lt;br /&gt;"waterpolo" was very fun!&lt;br /&gt;and im so power please. whatever team i go, i score.&lt;br /&gt;muwhahah, IM THE FACTOR OF THE TEAM MAN :D&lt;br /&gt;muwhahah&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i got carried away.&lt;br /&gt;yay (: today got funny pretty comical face at trng! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(and no showoff snub up face!)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo lala i love cutecute chen family! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;WELL, and natasha's ball? haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;why does everything have to turn for the worse just when the sky just starts to clear?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115769014925836846?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115769014925836846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115769014925836846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115769014925836846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115769014925836846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-you-dont-want-to-read-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115760046341450927</id><published>2006-09-07T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:41:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE NORTHERN IRELAND SHIT SHIT SHIT OKAY THEM IDIOTIC PIECES OF SHIT LIKE THE STUPID ITALIANS. WOAH FREAK I WANT TO KILL THEM &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;like that then my spain howhowhow!&lt;br /&gt;i want to squash them like how i want to squash the stupid stingray that killed steve irwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;TORRES LOOKS SO CUTE DESPITE HIS BOTAK HEAD OKAY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE LITTLE SMALL LITTLE BOY OMG OMGOMG SO CUTE CAN.&lt;br /&gt;with his cheeks so pinkish cute omg i love him ultimately. (:&lt;br /&gt;but he low form &gt;:/ WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tankage.com/torres/gallery/latest/060902_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tankage.com/torres/gallery/latest/060902_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH, SO CUTE SO CUTE SO CUTE SO CUTE SO CUTE (:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;puyol was being super irritating with his stupid hair and fouling every irish player&lt;br /&gt;i want to bash him up before he pick up a red card can.&lt;br /&gt;EURGH.&lt;br /&gt;and all the irish players look alike! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i gotta go and continue my football tv marathon (:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;come see lampard, HE AINT LOUSY OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SfeEpLNwbZs" width="400" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens, spain, your supporters will always be here (:&lt;br /&gt;muwhahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; ELNINO!&lt;br /&gt;my love my love my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115760046341450927?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115760046341450927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115760046341450927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115760046341450927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115760046341450927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-northern-ireland-shit-shit-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115753292050901978</id><published>2006-09-06T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:55:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man, it is still so shit to remember that earth's one and only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;STEVE IRWIN&lt;/span&gt; has died.&lt;br /&gt;and no one can like take his place.&lt;br /&gt;look at that jeff corwin, he is not that brave at all lah, stupid man trying to imitate steve irwin and almost got killed by a snake.&lt;br /&gt;how can this man, full of courage and stuff like just DIE like that?&lt;br /&gt;killed by the most idiotic thing, STINGRAYS&lt;br /&gt;EURGH. LIFE IS UNFAIR. I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU!&lt;br /&gt;its proven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42047000/jpg/_42047206_irwindaughter_pa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42047000/jpg/_42047206_irwindaughter_pa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can this loving guy die lah please.&lt;br /&gt;his children so cute = no father&lt;br /&gt;his wife so pretty = no husband&lt;br /&gt;crocodiles so want to bite him = no one to go after anymore&lt;br /&gt;snakes treated by respect by him = everyone scared of them already&lt;br /&gt;stingrays = the next big hate icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to see the canadian national team yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;omg, absolute proness&lt;br /&gt;i know i'll like never reach that standard ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/synchro%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/synchro%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/synchro%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/synchro%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/synchro%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/synchro%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must as well give up if i have to as good as them before im something :/&lt;br /&gt;sam was very cute omg.&lt;br /&gt;her collar bone! hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/synchro%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/synchro%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear the chen family is damn cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, tomm is like going to be watching football nonstop&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah, i cant stop myself.&lt;br /&gt;and somemore got my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;TORRES&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;finally! (((((:&lt;br /&gt;but he go and shave his hair can! i was hoping he will never shave his hair ever.&lt;br /&gt;-gives disapproving look&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i shall study while glued to my wonderful tv (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaka is superb i agree&lt;br /&gt;but ac milian suck, he should go some other club.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BARCELONA :D&lt;br /&gt;and I LOVE LIVERPOOL TOO!&lt;br /&gt;haah, its kind of a shock to me too, i thought i will support man u.&lt;br /&gt;apparently im wrong :D&lt;br /&gt;kaka looks much nicer when he was younger, cuter ;)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/36/31056317/32346263516602l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/36/31056317/32346263516602l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i told you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think shevchenko was better in ac milian than now in man u. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut, kaka kept diving.&lt;br /&gt;uhemuhem. does all young people dive so much? tsk.&lt;br /&gt;torres doesnt dive!&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, i love torres, i love spain :D&lt;br /&gt;and im going to be glued to the tv from 8am-530pm.&lt;br /&gt;im addicted :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRISCILLA! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115753292050901978?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115753292050901978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115753292050901978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115753292050901978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115753292050901978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-man-it-is-still-so-shit-to-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115729913862466942</id><published>2006-09-03T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:58:58.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some FIVE survey from yuqing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im a good sport! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago I was :&lt;br /&gt;a girl named karon. and i was 9 years old at that point ;) and apparently i started being tupid from that time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks which I Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1) CHOCCHOCCHOC (:&lt;br /&gt;2) potatooooo chipsssss. yuummmmmm&lt;br /&gt;3) i have taken a liking on oreo! :D:D the black and white! haha (: now they have BLACK AND BROWN.&lt;br /&gt;4) hello, panda, do you like to eat hello panda? :D&lt;br /&gt;5) SANCHA! however you spell it. hah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Songs which I Know All the Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) unfaithful! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;2) bad day (: it was my favourite song for a period of time&lt;br /&gt;3) anywhere is paradise! nicenice (:&lt;br /&gt;4) i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair, i found the title so cute (:&lt;br /&gt;5) ONE YEAR SIX MONTHS! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5Things I Would Do With 100 Million Dollars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) SAVE LIKE 3/4 OF IT (: in like a bank? :D:D&lt;br /&gt;2) make even more money by investing ;)&lt;br /&gt;3) save 3/4 of the made money&lt;br /&gt;4) buy a nice car/ house (:&lt;br /&gt;5) GO MEET MY IDOLS :D or start an international club/squad myself! MUWHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Places I Would Run Away To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) SOME REMOTE OPEN FIELD with friends/UHEM (: TO STAR GAZE :D so lovely, imagine that&lt;br /&gt;2) libray! i want the books, influenced by gets lahhhh (:&lt;br /&gt;3) spain! muwhahahah&lt;br /&gt;4) i wouldnt mind germany! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;5) somewhere where im the best and im the richest and BLAH. hahah, i can slowly wait ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I Will Never Wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i have something about tube cause of my tan mark :S&lt;br /&gt;2) fake things. UHEMUHEM. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;3) those stupid bra i saw with jacq, i swore i'll never buy them ;)&lt;br /&gt;4) hah, those super long socks my father wear. STAY AWAY SOCKS, OR I'LL TEAR YOU APART! MUWHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;5) ahlian clothes &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Bad Habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. procrastinate, in other words, no self discipline ): sorry lah &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes, my report book! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. blaming others. really i just keep doing that&lt;br /&gt;3. killing myself. i should just stop slapping myself. hah, i can see that im insane :/&lt;br /&gt;4. get sad over some stupid random stuff and make a big fuss of it. aka, MOODSWINGS. i can be totally shit when i moodswing ):&lt;br /&gt;5. stuck to the comp. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Biggest Joy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) HAVING THE BEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD :D&lt;br /&gt;2) watching football matches :D muwhahah&lt;br /&gt;3) my joy and fun from FF/F and ball fam! :D:D i love ball games :D&lt;br /&gt;4) hah, reading ;) i learn something about myself. i can actually get addicted to reading! :O bravo.&lt;br /&gt;5) music! lalalalalaalalal~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Famous People I Would Date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uhem, i would date LOVE to date famous people!but it aint possible! so, the question = I WOULD LIKE TO DATE! ;) hahah, my english IS getting better right! please say right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;FERNANDO TORRESSSSSSSSSSSSS &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;2. TORRES (:&lt;br /&gt;3. TORRES (:&lt;br /&gt;4. cristiano ronaldo / crouch. im sorry lah ):&lt;br /&gt;5. klose! hah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{basically, i love famous footballers. maybe jake abel could have been one of them ;) }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 People To Do This Quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, people cant copy and paste thing quiz cause like my blog is special (:&lt;br /&gt;so unless you are as smart as karchian, or you decide to type it out ( like if youre free enough ) you don need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;but just for interest:&lt;br /&gt;1. janice&lt;br /&gt;2. shirley&lt;br /&gt;3. teo (:&lt;br /&gt;4. maykun! haha (:&lt;br /&gt;5. sylvia!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{eh, sylvia can just tell me the answers lah huh :D}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115729913862466942?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115729913862466942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115729913862466942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115729913862466942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115729913862466942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-five-survey-from-yuqing-im-good.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115726645041356936</id><published>2006-09-03T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T14:54:10.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im supposed to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like i WAS happy.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like&lt;br /&gt;how can i not be happy when england crashed andorra 5-0&lt;br /&gt;how can i not be happy that my crouch has scored like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2GOALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. a stupid lunch with my father has spoilt it all &amp;gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like i am given all the responsibility to know all the timings for all the trng.&lt;br /&gt;and its pretty difficult since coach only talks to the &lt;u&gt;parents&lt;/u&gt; and not like me.&lt;br /&gt;and my father doesnt even give a damn to try to know whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;unlike pris's dad&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still fine with that, after all, syncro is MY thing. not his.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;he expects me to have a super good memory and super good hearing sense.&lt;br /&gt;and expects me to be a bloody big nose and know what the hell is going on when the coach doesnt even talk to us about all these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and he blamed me for not telling him about the selection.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;first, i only KNOW theres a bloody selection and NOTHING ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;like when, where, how, what FISH.&lt;br /&gt;so of course i didnt tell him.&lt;br /&gt;and now he SENDS me to go and find out. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;and how exactly am i going to?&lt;br /&gt;he said natasha's mother told him, then why didnt he just ask all the details from her so that it can save more space for studying and the damn routine.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently i got the timing wrongly for the daily trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FINE LAH, IM SORRY LAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i do? i told you i dont have excellent memory what!&lt;br /&gt;eurgh, i want to box him.&lt;br /&gt;and he just KEEPS FISHING ASKING ME TO WATCH THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall cool down.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;torres scored in euro cup qualifyings! :D&lt;br /&gt;against Liechtenstein&lt;br /&gt;final 4-0 2 by villa, another by luis garcia (:&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;hearts; spain! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;crouch 2 goals! (((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so lovely, and he finally showed SOME footwork. (:&lt;br /&gt;i love him.&lt;br /&gt;and GERRARD! YESYESYES. scored one, supplied a nice to defoe too.&lt;br /&gt;lennon was superb (: i love england players.&lt;br /&gt;but andorra was a very easy opponent.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. just hope they do better than in world cup :/&lt;br /&gt;this time w/o BECKS! :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah, but becks no more pace can.&lt;br /&gt;Hargreaves super poor thing, he hit the goal post twice, and one got saved by gk.&lt;br /&gt;but i think he did great for a midfielder (:&lt;br /&gt;and he trying to copycat gerrard long goals! hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;i was very disspointed at crouch's miss though, that opportunity was like SO GOOD OKAY. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;france won (: didnt watch it though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germany won too!&lt;br /&gt;w/o any decent defenders, its damn good already (:&lt;br /&gt;podolski scored on free kick :D&lt;br /&gt;but klose got booked ))):&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyuh, i love world cup lah&lt;br /&gt;alot of photos (:&lt;br /&gt;but euro cup &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;tsk&lt;br /&gt;hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; ELNINO! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115726645041356936?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115726645041356936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115726645041356936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115726645041356936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115726645041356936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-supposed-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115712392353257650</id><published>2006-09-01T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:18:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent started studying.&lt;br /&gt;to think of it, i havent done anything really at all today.&lt;br /&gt;well, except watching pride and prejuduce.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, ITS SO NICE OKAY. OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;i lovelovelove kiera knightly (:&lt;br /&gt;im so glad theyre together in the end.&lt;br /&gt;i love these kind of stories (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother has been using the comp for 10 hours and he dont feel guilty or has any of my fam members come and scold him.&lt;br /&gt;its like i use the comp for 2/3 hours and i get scolded already.&lt;br /&gt;i use up to 6 hours and i start to feel guilty already.&lt;br /&gt;why dont my parents apprieciate me and learn not to overpower me? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;tekk!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it cant be what, i mean RC doesnt HAVE qualifyings! how can they suddenly want to have qualifyings! and plus, there arent so many random teams in singapore! i mean, who is as free and boliao as us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;sam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really good of you to care. i promise you that i will think everything through before i do something okay. i'll try not to rash anymore ;D thank you thank you oh so much. loves! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can judge me all you want. i can be selfish, i can be mean, i can be total shit. but dont you dare say anything about my friends you loser. you freagling loser. i mean who goes around badmouthing the person you just talked to sweetly to one second ago? i may suck. but let me tell you a fact. you suck even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;______&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this what you really want? does this make you so happy? this is the way things HAVE to end isnt it. it was all part of something, all part of a plan, your master plan. now you have hurt me, now youve hurt everyone that once cared for you, you fulfilled your plan. you know how all those words were to us? its like after all we went through, after all the concern and thoughts, you were just &lt;b&gt;using&lt;/b&gt; us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i guess this is the way things have to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its funny how it all seemed to be planned, and you a conman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;is this all a joke? or is it meant to be&lt;br /&gt;the way how you are always here when things go wrong&lt;br /&gt;its like you know it'll go wrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the situation gets even worse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115712392353257650?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115712392353257650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115712392353257650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115712392353257650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115712392353257650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-havent-started-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115701495437611127</id><published>2006-08-31T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:02:37.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;happy teachers' day! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been quite fun lah&lt;br /&gt;but the rain had to spoil everything.&lt;br /&gt;i bet luo lao shi was disappointed, she really trained for this can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta say the organisation skills is not good :/&lt;br /&gt;its like we keep clashing with primary school and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuqing didnt come that early, so we the shirts had to be given out in hall.&lt;br /&gt;and its super small ):&lt;br /&gt;its like i was supposed to have 30, it was the smallest t-shirt i ever wore.&lt;br /&gt;(i wear big shirts to hide my fats uhem ;))&lt;br /&gt;and it was super uncomfortable\:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but what can we do ):&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i had someone to change with.&lt;br /&gt;poor teo ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bball was quite entertaining to watch.&lt;br /&gt;although it was VERY unfair \:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, this is their day loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and mrs nath played! super cute (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;charlyne&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;cheryl&lt;/b&gt; rocks the house down man (:&lt;br /&gt;shuai ge :D&lt;br /&gt;(macs incident is super cute :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come, see the fashion trend in teachers (:&lt;br /&gt;1) ms stella was super cute and she was just like a student can! :O why cant we have HER as our teacher instead of UHEM.&lt;br /&gt;2) LWW decided to go for the little school boy look that set alot of people to laughter! :D:D regina was getting highly excited.&lt;br /&gt;3) mrs cheong looked super weird with her "went-through-tornado" hair. (: and her bag + pinafore! she aint young anymore she knows?&lt;br /&gt;4) seth tan looks highly ridiculas and disgusting with his singlet. was he trying to act macho? :O&lt;br /&gt;5) that andrian teacher was wearing a very tight shirt showing off his breast lah huh. \:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;6) that irritating woman evidently isnt very good figured but decided to go for sleeveless, smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be a fashion journalist! ((:&lt;br /&gt;(GETS! NOTE THIS! :D:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got photoshop! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;yesssss, but i seriously need to read more tutorials ):&lt;br /&gt;im stupid lehhhh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays! (:&lt;br /&gt;although its really studying and studying. but still (:&lt;br /&gt;but i bet there will be extra trng ): EURGH.&lt;br /&gt;tired lahhhh ):&lt;br /&gt;i cannot remember one can. my brain is limited ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUWHAHAHAH, IM SECRETLY A GUY.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; ELNINO! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115701495437611127?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115701495437611127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115701495437611127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115701495437611127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115701495437611127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-teachers-day-today-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115685929405395847</id><published>2006-08-29T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:13:56.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;when things turn for the better, when the light of hope finally shone&lt;br /&gt;you have the ability to go around and turn the whole situation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;into a whole new beautiful disaster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;now its time to move on, onto the next phrase of life and put behind everything else&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is getting more and more fun by the day&lt;br /&gt;well, not counting the lessons of course.&lt;br /&gt;not really anyone has the mood to study now&lt;br /&gt;its like 2 more days to end of term? :D&lt;br /&gt;1 more day to bring back everything under my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which by the way is ALOT of things)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs nath is weird&lt;br /&gt;i dont like her despite the fact that shes getting better&lt;br /&gt;so im weird too, oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i want the waffle stick that luo lao shi gave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN, TEACHERS DAY PRESENTS.&lt;br /&gt;oh smart me, maybe im not going to give this year&lt;br /&gt;ah, heck it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate graphs and how it confuses me&lt;br /&gt;and how if one line is drawn wrongly, things will be rubbed off BLAHBLAH.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY, at least the term is ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thats SUPPOSED to be a good thing right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bball today, was ENJOYABLE until uhemhemhemhem&lt;br /&gt;i abit trying to play basketball, someone else trying to play tag along.&lt;br /&gt;sure it was fun blah but im never going to play with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(NOTE THIS, YUQING. i know you will read. tell me you read. please ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell down and furthur injure my knee.&lt;br /&gt;woah good and happy lah, see how i die in swmg tomm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOTING!&lt;br /&gt;omg, so exciting&lt;br /&gt;although 7/8 of the time we are waiting for our turn &lt;strike&gt;and at the same time talking and making a hell lot of noise&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the recoil is OMG&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH 8O&lt;br /&gt;and cannot do double action lah! cheat one they all&lt;br /&gt;practise so hard for double action and the clearing, then actually dont need.&lt;br /&gt;stupid revolver i want my double action.&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt hear anything &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;so embarrasing :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tek!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, its not that i dont want to do it. i mean i love this thing we're doing, its like part of my life. but now i really dont know anymore, i guess i just need some time to think about things over. RC means another few months of playing. and its really alot. i really dont know things anymore. i hope youre will understand and like just cope with my irritatingness. i know how irritating i can get. i hope youre will give me time. i need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;jonn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know how difficult im making things for you. but i really cannot promise you that i will commit myself through the whole tournament. as much as i want to do it, i know it is highly impossible. as i said, give me some time to thing about it. i have alot of things going on and time is really tight. i cant promise you i'll be there permanently for FF/F forever. i want to and i hope i can. but there are limits to my ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sylvia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you know as much as i hate to say this, you can really cheer people up. and fine, so you rock. but you seriously have to stop going around saying you rock. thanks for unintentionally bringing up my spirits! and i still cant believe you actually strained your eyes to read my post. am i supposed to be touched? and well, you can go on thinking that FF/F stands for fishermans friend (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;alex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lion! i know how i've been avoiding you these few days. but i really need the space and i know that if i talk to you, you will surely probe everything out from me. right now, i dont want to say anything and just want to think about things through clearly myself. im not daoing you okay. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jacq&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestfriend ! things will turn out right. dont be sad! it makes me sad too ):&lt;br /&gt;she is not worth it if she really did those things. (: CHEER UP DARLING (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sam!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im really great things are getting better between us. and you really dont have to be sorry dear. i should be the one sorry. youre right, i still have other things in life and i have to take them into consideration. what was i thinking? but really, you dont have to worry about my parents part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;thank you, &lt;b&gt;thank you for waking me up, &lt;/b&gt;for caring&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;_____&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is the way things have to end. i feel so useless now. i feel like im just like any other human that passed your paths in the mrt stations. you talk to others so much more now and all the times we had, all the trust we had just died along with the laughter we shared. all those memories that seemed so joyful have been overtaken by all the -iwanttokillyou stares. im not stopping you from talking to others. but the trust we had, must it die away? remember the time we sat looking at the stars puring out our problems, i guess that memory has to die along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is the way things end. so much for happily ever after&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt this high and happy de, but i guess some rock cheered me up&lt;br /&gt;being so lame and all. :D&lt;br /&gt;no matter what rock, you rock but you can stop being ego.&lt;br /&gt;UHEM.&lt;br /&gt;yes. please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop pestering for the post! HERE IT IS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when will things fall into place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115685929405395847?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115685929405395847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115685929405395847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115685929405395847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115685929405395847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-things-turn-for-better-when-light.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115678265158975752</id><published>2006-08-28T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:30:51.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;FINE. im jealous ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;im always jealous, heck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;its like he has a almost PERFECT childhood and me? with almost the same parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5+&lt;/span&gt; of age, he has &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;flown a kite, got his bronze certificate for swimming, get a 500 piece jigsaw&lt;/span&gt;, etc. ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;my first jigsaw was at 7 or 8 if im not wrong and its only what? 50 piece or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and im like 14 and i havent flown a kite? (i know not many people have :/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i started learning swimming at 7! like hello. now my brother can be groomed into some fast and furious competitive swimmer while i struggle with stupid syncronised swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and he will certainly get more medals/trophy/SHIT than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he gets to have a loving father that pampers him and scolds his evil step daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he gets to have lots and lots and lots of memory of his father, and these are like HAPPY moments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and me? my only two memories of my father is as follow :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) our last meal together was at some stupid cafe in suntec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) he promised to spend my 7th (or is it 8th? or 6th!) birthday with me but he broke his promise and i never saw him again. what a liar. &gt;:/ JERK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what beautiful memories i have of him eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the thing is, mr chris chan wei zhang and ms karon chung yun lei has the same mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;life can be so unfair, i forgot the meaning of fair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bball was quite fun lah (:&lt;br /&gt;MAYKUN is damn good ;D&lt;br /&gt;hah, and so is the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;holickpink&lt;/span&gt;.(however you spell it :S)&lt;br /&gt;i love blocking teo :D&lt;br /&gt;and charlyne's group is the only one we lost so far.&lt;br /&gt;i think thats supposed to be good right. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aiyuh, im so frustrated and i know its not only because some idiots cut my queue for the water cooler. but i dont know why im frustrated and i cant fix it ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess with janice, foong and panshin.&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe it ):&lt;br /&gt;i know im being really selfish but i really dont want janice to go luhhhh ))))))':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homeecons was independance day?&lt;br /&gt;hah :D library was very shuang :D with the aircon&lt;br /&gt;but the librarian was NOT SHUANG AT ALL. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;stupid rude woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate reflections. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FF/F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i think we rock (: im sorry i didnt perform. i know i messed up. my mind wasnt there ): im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but im glad we did it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;especially with all the difficulties we had (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im really sorry for the mess up. i know we could have done better ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tek!}&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really glad things are better now :D things being cleared up&lt;br /&gt;never doubt it again our trust okay (:&lt;br /&gt;we all love you, we really do :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jonn&lt;/b&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;eh, im really sorry i messed up.&lt;br /&gt;you were right, my mind was wondering off somewhere else. im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i promise not to do it again okay. im sorry ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEO}&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey thanks alot for like trying to cheer me up, like at the basketball court. i know i cant and im still frustrated but the effort you made really meant alot to me. i really apprieciate it. thank you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAM!&lt;/b&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;i know im a great disappointment to you. but i really dont know how to explain things to you.&lt;br /&gt;everything is just so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im making it complicated myself, maybe i shouldnt have done anything from the start.&lt;br /&gt;but now that i have started, i really have to carry on being wrong.&lt;br /&gt;as wrong as it may be, it has to continue this way. i cant do anything about it now.&lt;br /&gt;what you said and things really hit me very hard. it had like almost the greatest impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;it was just so harsh. and it really affected me alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it was even more than coach's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i want to say is just that i have really tried my best to make everything right, but it is now beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;i know what i must do, but it is beyond the stardard of utmost impossibility to do it.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope you will understand. one day.&lt;br /&gt;until then, im sorry. i know the change is necessary, but i cant do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;im sorry i let you down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;its funny how you seem to be a mother, the ideal one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe im supposed to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;after crouch scored, after lampard scored&lt;br /&gt;after WE won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when will things turn out right. when will the light shine from the end of the tunnel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh teo, i love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and tek &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115678265158975752?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115678265158975752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115678265158975752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115678265158975752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115678265158975752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/fine_28.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115665940298342983</id><published>2006-08-27T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:34:06.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you wonder why they all shun you now, why they dislike you now. and i finally know why too. you know how freagling irritating you were? you are just so attention seeking you just want to have fun and nothing else. its drills for God's sake. and you have to act pai and roll up your sleeve, make a joke out of everything. yes, drills can be fun and funny, but you are seriously bringing things too far. and fine, you might make a good timer, but when another person wants to be the timer, why cant you let her? maybe she IS better. and you have to give others a chance. what if next year you become a NCO or a OIC or shit, then another girl has to be the timer what, and she wont be able to be a timer because she doesnt know the timings. you know selfish you are? you are just trying to impress the seniors and hope you can become great. it irritates people alot. this is called SUCK UP you know. i dont know if youre aware of it, but it is really highly irritating.i mean so what if youre the best? you dont have to show off what. EURGH.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday np then swmg.&lt;br /&gt;uniform check was horrible&lt;br /&gt;i hate my uniform :(&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i dont care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pt was quite fun lah (:&lt;br /&gt;grouped with josephina, sylvia and vlau.&lt;br /&gt;i realise sylvia moves back when she does situp, how .. interesting! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;and the counting wrong part was super funny :D&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think josephina got a little shocked when i snapped at her that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im sorry, i moodswing. :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bball was quite fun lah&lt;br /&gt;at least sylvia finally actually touches the ball and is of use ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention how fun friday's bball is?&lt;br /&gt;i acutally shot in goals (:&lt;br /&gt;like finally. hah&lt;br /&gt;and playing against &lt;b&gt;yuqing&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;regina&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;charlyne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the score is actually very good already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drills was okay luh&lt;br /&gt;other than some irritating things that irritated me.&lt;br /&gt;or i was simply moodswinging :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time its for swimming, i was really tired&lt;br /&gt;the dance is getting more and more retarded.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;routine was okay luh, other than my NUMEROUS mess ups&lt;br /&gt;and i dont look forward to learning more of it.&lt;br /&gt;my memory is limited.&lt;br /&gt;figure was quite retarded&lt;br /&gt;i still cant do it, ah, who cares (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerrard is so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;muwhahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Syph6ARF7Tw" width="400" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gowEk32RCWk" width="400" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, that was so cute RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crouch scored for liverpool again (:&lt;br /&gt;he's so wonderful, and he's getting BETTER LOOKING. i swear okay&lt;br /&gt;at least his hairstyle is nicer now :D&lt;br /&gt;and he's like scoring for every game he played now.&lt;br /&gt;(: even the england one against greece.&lt;br /&gt;but he got substituted at the 2nd half by kuyt.&lt;br /&gt;and not like kuyt is great :/&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;okay he is lah (:&lt;br /&gt;i love liverpool :)&lt;br /&gt;more than manu &lt;i&gt;(im sorry, sam ;D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the manager still pisses me off. heh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why doesnt espn shows LALIGO? :(&lt;br /&gt;even it shows also show the big clubs like real madrid :/&lt;br /&gt;i havent even seen atletico madrid play before can! :(&lt;br /&gt;whatever, im insane :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tek&lt;/b&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;oh my, no one is blaming you dear! i know you are sad and i cant do anthing about it. but please cheer up and if ever need a listening ear, remember im here, and so is my ear. partn, CHEER UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FF/F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the big challange awaits (:&lt;br /&gt;and we can do it, we know. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when will you realise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tek! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115665940298342983?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115665940298342983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115665940298342983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115665940298342983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115665940298342983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-wonder-why-they-all-shun-you-now.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115651036143213922</id><published>2006-08-25T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:52:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE SCHOOL LIFE MORE AND MORE EACH DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;erica&lt;/b&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;hey my dear nerd! dont be sad anymore! maybe you just need some time to discover all the things. maybe it isnt meant to be. i know how feels to be at that point. but ever want to find whats wrong? dont be so hard on yourself alright. (: and remember, as long as you hang in there, IM ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU. and i believe many others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHEER UP&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tek!&lt;/b&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;PARTN! i know it seemed a little harsh on you. but jonn meant nothing of that sort and he wants to make sure you know it. dont hold it against him okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when is it going to turn out right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115651036143213922?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115651036143213922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115651036143213922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115651036143213922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115651036143213922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-school-life-more-and-more-each.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115642748842534025</id><published>2006-08-24T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:51:28.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was so fun today okay (:&lt;br /&gt;SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;its like LWW on course, mr foo leadership camp (:&lt;br /&gt;but i would have loved it if it was ms nair who didnt come instead :/&lt;br /&gt;i mean shes nice lah, but SO .. boring :(&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i needed that art period.&lt;br /&gt;my brochure is kind of shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBALL WAS SO FUN CAN. despite the fact that it was highly irritating to have regina shouting JIAOLIAN throughout the game :/&lt;br /&gt;really, regina and charlyne shouldnt be same team lah huh (:&lt;br /&gt;then got &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, play bball like an old man.&lt;br /&gt;hah (:&lt;br /&gt;i love maykun omg. so cute can. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;i love talking to her, and yo her and laugh at her lame jokes (:&lt;br /&gt;EH, SHE CAN BE A FOOTBALL COACH.&lt;br /&gt;she is so much better than eriksson! :O&lt;br /&gt;maybe she will be the first &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG SHOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; female football coach :D&lt;br /&gt;that will be so cool and exciting! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bball was very sweaty :/&lt;br /&gt;and i love shannen (:&lt;br /&gt;so cute :D&lt;br /&gt;oh man, everyone's cute? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luo laoshi is really nice lah (:&lt;br /&gt;too bad chinese aint my genre :/ hah&lt;br /&gt;the poem we were going to guess already LOH ):&lt;br /&gt;made us so sad can&lt;br /&gt;we were so close! )):&lt;br /&gt;hah (:&lt;br /&gt;chinese was exciting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppr was shit.&lt;br /&gt;im going to die and im not doing anything about it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise my post is all over. whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, today was DAMN tiring.&lt;br /&gt;its like i thought ______ were rough, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;they are worse. i almost died from tripping ):&lt;br /&gt;and it was embarrasing :(&lt;br /&gt;tsk, i shouldnt have _____ just like THERE in front of them. ):&lt;br /&gt;eurgh, stupid me&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, we damn zai!&lt;br /&gt;and we rock&lt;br /&gt;and im very tired !&lt;br /&gt;and my physics is going to die, worse than die. im going to repoach myself like what i did for maths. EURGH.&lt;br /&gt;like running around for 2hrs!&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;we did it (: nonetheless :D&lt;br /&gt;although i was so horrible its like im losing the touch .. TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;eurgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FF/F!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;dont worry so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;we're the most zai and we can do it de!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;we have believed the faith and it has brought us along :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to play football with shannen and maykun (:&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling they rock in it ;D&lt;br /&gt;and i suck :/&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want PHOTOSHOP lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;all the second thoughts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115642748842534025?l=vogue--.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-26167589.post-115624087272525633</id><published>2006-08-22T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T18:01:14.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was super moodswinging lah :(&lt;br /&gt;im sorry to like EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;i was aware.&lt;br /&gt;so moral : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KEEP AWAY FROM ME WHEN IM MOODSWINGING, FARFARFARFAR AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i even put it in red so it serves as a warning ;)&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i know my posts are so long and boring.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its like only for THAT SOME loyal readers ;D&lt;br /&gt;like myself.&lt;br /&gt;i actally read my own posts :O&lt;br /&gt;hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how lah&lt;br /&gt;maths is having such a great impact on me :/&lt;br /&gt;as much as im like ignoring it.&lt;br /&gt;i cant help it :(&lt;br /&gt;its like before i got back my paper i got very worried&lt;br /&gt;and all the thoughts of how it was after i had my test flowed back&lt;br /&gt;i felt like REBECCA BLOOMWOOD lah omg.&lt;br /&gt;like so trapped and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so helpless :( i didnt want to take back the paper&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to like retake it or never see the paper ever again to be reminded of the paper that made me so handicapp, so failure :(&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to get back the paper lah, i mean like DUH.&lt;br /&gt;i got quite high acutally, alot of people will wonder whats wrong with me and probably hate me for being a hyprocrite but it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;this test had a great impact on me and i dont care if i appeared as a hyprocrite bitch.&lt;br /&gt;when i first got the paper, i got quite pleased lah&lt;br /&gt;my first page is actually quite clean&lt;br /&gt;then i turn to the back and felt as if im the biggest moron in the world.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i &lt;u&gt;CLEARLY&lt;/u&gt; wrote &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at the first line, then i had to go and write &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;66&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the second line.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like just stabbing myself or something :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, according to darling melissa, i must be more OPTIMISTIC (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally watched the WHOLE show of go figure. like i watched it alot of times of course, but always miss the beggining :/&lt;br /&gt;so yest, I WATCHED THE WHOLE SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;and realise jake abel is like even hotter than jonathan rhys meyers.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not lah, BUT DAMN HOT (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/25/22/49f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jakeabel.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/headshot_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.jakeabel.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/headshot_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jakeabel.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/Jake_-headshot-1JPEG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.jakeabel.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/Jake_-headshot-1JPEG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jakeabel.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/Jake_-_Headshot-2JPEG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.jakeabel.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/Jake_-_Headshot-2JPEG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so gorgeous (:&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, im easily obsessed with good looking guys ;)&lt;br /&gt;but i like peter crouch ALOT too (UHEM)&lt;br /&gt;and his eyes are SO :DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jakeabel.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/Jude_Headshot.jpg__Blue_Eye_Crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.jakeabel.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/Jude_Headshot.jpg__Blue_Eye_Crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the brother is so cute! his name in the show was brandon i think ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0322330/malgarini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0322330/malgarini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it doesnt appear, refresh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblah (:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CABLE&lt;br /&gt;today got matches again&lt;br /&gt;but not big clubs ):&lt;br /&gt;oh well, its football nonetheless (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MACS is somewhere to lift up my spirits (:&lt;br /&gt;like i before i went, i was totally moodswinging, then i went with janice and had so much fun&lt;br /&gt;talking about some LIME GREEN uhem? :D&lt;br /&gt;heheheh (:&lt;br /&gt;and like i go with tessa also (:&lt;br /&gt;laugh like mad? :O&lt;br /&gt;(: i love macs (:&lt;br /&gt;and i love the people that i go macs with :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115624087272525633?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115624087272525633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115624087272525633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115624087272525633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115624087272525633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-super-moodswinging-lah-im.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115608791590009819</id><published>2006-08-20T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:31:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>swimming is getting horrible.&lt;br /&gt;i know its routine time and i should be happy really.&lt;br /&gt;but its like its group routine and all, so we should accomadate to one another right?&lt;br /&gt;like adapt to one another, give in to one another.&lt;br /&gt;and become a team of one person. unity, synchronisation.&lt;br /&gt;why impossible it is.&lt;br /&gt;i ponder how all the video things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;its a team thing for God's sake, cant you act like youre in a TEAM? holy shit you. its like its highly impossible for the worse to be muchmuch better right? so you can only slow down and adapt to the slower ones, the lousier ones, in other words, ME. im not good enough i know. i cant do it know. im too slow for you i know. it was proven in the duet, and now the group routine i have to be beside you again. its really difficult trying to appear to be good when im beside i professional, a fast and like the best? i know im not fit enough for you, to be beside and will only pull you down. but the fact remains that this is a team effort. and as a team we have to act as one. and since we cant catch up with you, why cant you slow down? and be with us, and move together with us, so that we will appear as a team, and be one. just slow down? for us? for ME. its really a high difficulty to watch out for you to slow down when you appear stationary at the danba shit, then speed and sprint after you when you do the yulei. like hello, can you stay at a constant speed? you are ALWAYS moving, even when youre not supposed to. and im already slower than you, and in the part where im not supposed to move, i have to act like a moron and speed to try to catch up with you. i mean if i hadnt tell you and here i am bitching about you, then im at fault, but ive told you a million times and you still dont want to listen to me. you made me appear so lousy, so much below your level. i know im lousy, but is there a need for you to boast and make me feel worse? i dont know lah, maybe im being IGNORANT and SELFISH but i cant take it anymore. im tired of always being behind of you, and not voicing out, too scared. im tired of forever laughing with you just to entertain you. im tired of putting up with your nonsense and wtvr. im tired of entertaining you. im tired of listening to your shit. im tired of trying desperately catching up with you when i know i cant do it.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously tired, cant you just give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see lah, just as i talking about all the shit below, telling myself i have to change ..&lt;br /&gt;i blame others again&lt;br /&gt;when its clearly about me being slow, being lousy.&lt;br /&gt;eurgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i actually even have passer-by trying to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;oh freak it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epl is enjoyable (:&lt;br /&gt;and i love man u lah (:&lt;br /&gt;and their coach is much better than that stupid liverpool coach&lt;br /&gt;i hate the liverpool coach can, even more than i hate eriksson.&lt;br /&gt;who is it anyway&lt;br /&gt;and i have to go out today to eat KOREAN food.&lt;br /&gt;:/ until i miss 5 goals in the match. eurgh :(&lt;br /&gt;rooney scored 2, ronaldo 1, saha 1, 1 own goal, MAN U is lovely lovely.&lt;br /&gt;im going mad&lt;br /&gt;along with samantha&lt;br /&gt;hehehhehe (:&lt;br /&gt;but i'll love to see my torres run across my tv lah.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be like what 2008 before i see him again :(&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;and i keep seeing ronaldo nowadays and i go gaga over him and jump up and down &lt;strike&gt;and moan when he missed that easy clear shot&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i really want is my darling torres and moan when he misses something and cheer when he scores and even jump up and down whenever the camara focuses on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, wheres my torres&lt;br /&gt;of course my cristiano is really nice to watch too.&lt;br /&gt;but my torres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and euro wont have cristiano.&lt;br /&gt;so now i miss torres, i will miss cristiano later ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;soo&lt;/b&gt;s;&lt;br /&gt;i know its really hard on you two. especially you, lukray. but hold on okay, hang in there. the storm will pass and all will be fine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jacq&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;hey lovely bestie, dont be so sad anymore. we're here for you okay, no matter rain o shine.&lt;br /&gt;a guy aint worth it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lew&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;i know you will read this, alien. so you dont pretend you didnt. i just want you to know that times may be tough now, but hang on there. your fam will be alright. everything will turn out fine. believe the faith (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lion!&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;eh my darling lion! dont be so sad! influenced is it! dont be okay, cause you know that im always there for you, to watch the stars through the phone with you ;) cheer up ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tek&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;eh womanwoman! you are essential to us! you are like the best please, dont look down on yourself, cause we look &lt;u&gt;up&lt;/u&gt; to you. you are not the one letting us down. we are letting you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;marvell&lt;/b&gt;s;&lt;br /&gt;omg, you crazy brothers (: but i know something is up. i dont need to know what, but bear in mind, youre need someone to talk to? we're always there, im always there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mac&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;i miss macs with you! and your father will understand one day. believe me (: and you have to trust and hang in there. we'll be there for you as you hang in there, you can count on that ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;creek&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;your father wont come anywhere near again, dont worry. everything is fine (: you are not yourself lately. dont be so troubled! :) smile like what you are here for :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;khor&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;daris&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;dont quarell anymore :( you sad = team sad. you two have to work together and be a team. remember all for one, one for all? i know youre can achieve it. give in! (: remm the bridge story! (:&lt;br /&gt;FF/F! times are difficult for us, for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;and i know, but hang in there, and bear in mind we each have each other to lean on (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;teo&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;thank you my dear (: i love you alotalot :D you really helped me alot.&lt;br /&gt;and dont worry, epl kindof cheered me up :D&lt;br /&gt;you stay cheerful too alright! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sam&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;i rock dont i (: you will know more about football than i do one day ;)&lt;br /&gt;heh, until then your dream of cristiano! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the friends i have and rock my life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when will you learn to know me, to give in, to give me a break&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115608791590009819?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115608791590009819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115608791590009819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115608791590009819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115608791590009819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/swimming-is-getting-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115605731878427652</id><published>2006-08-20T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:01:58.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love &lt;strike&gt;all&lt;/strike&gt; the people around me and realise im seriously blessed.&lt;br /&gt;so blessed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im getting jealous.&lt;br /&gt;jealous over a boy that received his first trophy when he was 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;over a boy that will probably get his second medal/trophy at 6 yeard old.&lt;br /&gt;over a boy that is showered with love from his parents.&lt;br /&gt;when i only got my first medal at 12 years old. a pathetic medal on maths.&lt;br /&gt;im not a nerd. :/&lt;br /&gt;and his medal? on some running relay blah.&lt;br /&gt;over a boy that doesnt even share the same surname as me but share the same parents with me.&lt;br /&gt;over a boy named chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when can i get over this jealousy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115605731878427652?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115605731878427652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115605731878427652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115605731878427652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115605731878427652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-all-people-around-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115605279525247790</id><published>2006-08-20T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:52:16.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;11 reasons for myself to hate myself / why i suck totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; i slept only like &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;half an hour&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on thursday/friday morning to rush some stupid &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;(which i totally hate) newpaper thing knowing that the next day im going to have a important and difficult &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;maths test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and that im going to stay back for cip/np till &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;630+&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;in the end, i still &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;didnt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hand in the newspaper thing on friday because i was &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;too stupid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strike&gt;forgot&lt;/strike&gt;last minute realized that we had to &lt;u&gt;gather at 2&lt;/u&gt; when school &lt;u&gt;ends at 2&lt;/u&gt;. and i couldnt find my newspaper last minute. so i couldnt finish pasting/decorating/blah the stupid thing &lt;b&gt;despite all the help i had&lt;/b&gt;. i suck lah, even with so many people halping me, i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;still cant do&lt;/span&gt; it. and despite all the time i had during recess, i still didnt make full use of it to do it. i suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;i didnt even &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; maths on thursday, so the maths test on friday proved that maths &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to revised and practise and studied. the maths test was the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; i ever had and i barely want to talk about it. for the first bloody time there are easy questions that i fail to do. that i dont even &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how to go around and tackle it. for the first time there was absolutly no extra time for me to even look through to see if i left out any questions. for the first time i &lt;b&gt;declare and admit that&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i hate maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. and i have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;disappointed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; myself so much i feel sorry for myself and at the same time hate myself so much for letting myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;after maths test everyone was talking about it and i realized what a &lt;u&gt;stupid idiot&lt;/u&gt; i am. im a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;total moronic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; human that think that i can get through a maths test set by ms rocky easily &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;without &lt;strike&gt;any&lt;/strike&gt; revision&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i thought too highly of myself. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was too proud, too ignorant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and in the end i knew that if i had stayed any longer in that little room with all the people discussing all the maths issue, i would &lt;u&gt;breakdown and cry like how paul will when his hair is all shaved&lt;/u&gt;, being a total coward and loser. so i had to cowardly &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;retreat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the toilet with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ultra nice peiwen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that comfort me. what a pathetic little shit i am, needing a nice girl to comfort me after a maths test that i had confidence in, that i didnt study for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt;the maths test had such a big impact on me. everyone was talking about it, in class, in np. and emily(or someone else?) &lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt; to remind me of the test when we are at the bus stop, just as i was forgetting about it. getting over it, getting ready for &lt;strike&gt;exciting&lt;/strike&gt; 3hrs of cip at taka. the test seemed so difficult to me.just so &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bloody difficult&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me, and yet, pretty easy to janice. what i bloody loser. i hate myslef. so i had to again &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;retreat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to a corner all by myself to shut myself out of all the maths discussion knowing that if i continued, i could probably &lt;i&gt;bash&lt;/i&gt; someone up or something. and apparently i appeared very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; or someone that is dying or something. cause rachel and audrey started talking about me and had to gather everyone to remind us that if we're not feeling well, we can tell them. i know its because of me. im actually letting people get worried about me because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im a loser&lt;/span&gt; and did not &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dare&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to live up to reality that i am indeed controlled by maths, by some &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;operations and numbers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;i told grace to chill about maths. that maths is just&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; - + / x&lt;/span&gt; , and that &lt;u&gt;she should be the one &lt;b&gt;controlling maths&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, not letting maths control her. in the end? she was &lt;i&gt;so confident, so sure&lt;/i&gt; about the maths test, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; the one that needs &lt;u&gt;chilling&lt;/u&gt;, the one that needs to learn &lt;i&gt;how to control maths&lt;/i&gt;. im actually &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;overtaken&lt;/span&gt; by maths&lt;/b&gt;, maths that is just - + / x. for the first time &lt;i&gt;maths is evil&lt;/i&gt;(just like chem). for the first time i &lt;u&gt;dislike maths, &lt;b&gt;hate maths&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. and maths becomes my point of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weakness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. maybe LWW is evil, he is my KE XING. ever since he came about, my maths deproved :( oh shoots, see lah, im &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;blaming&lt;/b&gt; my lousiness on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. on someone that teaches me things. what a loser i am. i have to stop blaming others. especially when its all my fault that i didnt study for it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;failure&lt;/span&gt; lah me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt;i keep blaming my plight on others, keep saying nothing is my fault, its &lt;i&gt;all about others&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;im perfect&lt;/strike&gt;, others arent. everytime, its about him/her, nothing about me. i do everything right. its just that &lt;u&gt;he/she blahblah&lt;/u&gt;. but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;none of it is true&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. im &lt;b&gt;guilty, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guilty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of blaming others, guilty of blaming my brother. my brother so &lt;u&gt;innocent&lt;/u&gt; now &lt;b&gt;learn to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt; himself &lt;u&gt;against me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. i keep blaming all the fights are caused by him when &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;im&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; the one that provoked him. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im a bloody liar&lt;/span&gt; and dont want to admit it. im the loser im the selfish one, not my brother. im the one that &lt;u&gt;never study for the test&lt;/u&gt;, not because LWW was a lousy and slow teacher. its my fault, and im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;i didnt dare to even say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;excuse me&lt;/span&gt; to some strangers on orchard road at first despite all my experiences (UHEM) and i was &lt;b&gt;such a loser&lt;/b&gt; i didnt sell 4 tix but 3. and we didnt even really did it, we had to &lt;u&gt;resort to such a loser method&lt;/u&gt;. and i was the loser that suggested it. the freakling loser. even when i had such a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nice partn like janice&lt;/span&gt;, i still showed the loser part of me. the racist/biased side of me. and i influenced her, from the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;innocent to the evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. just like how i transform my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt;i self-pity so very often and &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;moodswing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; so much and talk to others about my plight, expecting &lt;i&gt;people to pity me&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i admit it&lt;/span&gt;. i know, its such a loser thing. and i hate myslef for that. seeking pity? omg, that is actually me. wth. and i moodswing so much and i blame it on others, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i get angry so very often and &lt;i&gt;kill and scold and shout&lt;/i&gt; at people because of my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moodswings&lt;/span&gt;. and my poor victims have to accept and silently absorb all my shouting because im moodswinging. like regina, im sorry alright. maybe you should just keep away from me. jtc .. the &lt;u&gt;sec ones&lt;/u&gt;. im &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freagling biased&lt;/span&gt;. and i know i &lt;i&gt;shouldnt have shouted at youre until like that.&lt;/i&gt; im sorry, even if you deserved something, &lt;u&gt;it wasnt that loudy shouting and all that. &lt;/u&gt;people have to suffer because of my loser-ness. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt;while yuqing is loving maths more. im hating maths more. and actually liking chinese more (jianbao was &lt;u&gt;quite&lt;/u&gt; fun lah). im actually liking a subject that i &lt;b&gt;cannot achieve&lt;/b&gt; in more and hating the subject that is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my only hope&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. the subject that will actually score for me. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11)&lt;/span&gt;i talk about all these &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;telling myself i have to change&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. telling myself i should &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stop moodswinging, i should start to pioritise, that i should stop blaming others, stop thinking highly of myself, learn to be humble. learn not to lie, not to set my brother up.&lt;/span&gt; i know i should achieve all these. but the fact remains that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;i cannot do it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i know i have to do it, i tell myself to do it, only knowing that &lt;u&gt;i wont change&lt;/u&gt;. i will remain as the loser that i am. i guess my parents are right. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;i will never learn. i will never change. and remain the loser that i am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;the loser within me. so this is the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even EPL fail to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;liverpool was a disappointment. and i hate the stupid biased coach (like me) that refused to play crouch when it was so clear that the team needed crouch.&lt;br /&gt;and liverpool was playing just like england. only goal from a penalty kick.&lt;br /&gt;although arsenal was disappointing, they were much better.&lt;br /&gt;at least their goal was real, was worthy.&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised how walcott rocks, he is seriously good.&lt;br /&gt;now i understand why eriksson brought him to germany.&lt;br /&gt;but still, why didnt he play walcott?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cip was okay lah (:&lt;br /&gt;on friday.&lt;br /&gt;some people were so obviously &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;flirting&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with ___&lt;br /&gt;weirdos&lt;br /&gt;then it was highly amusing to see ____ chasing shannen around (:&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting the painful expression on her face ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst swimming. the routine again ;)&lt;br /&gt;enjoying lah, no need dan ba, no need whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother just return from swimming selection.&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to go .. just for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;but i remembered his bronze test and know i cannot go.&lt;br /&gt;it will turn out as a total disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;where is the me that i want? when can i take off this mask&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115605279525247790?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115605279525247790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115605279525247790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115605279525247790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115605279525247790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/11-reasons-for-myself-to-hate-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115572226059665231</id><published>2006-08-16T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:57:43.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah (:&lt;br /&gt;i love football and i love ESPN :D&lt;br /&gt;oh man and i swear LEE YOUNG-PYO is damn good (:&lt;br /&gt;even better than that curly hair ahn okay :D&lt;br /&gt;and tottenham wasnt as good as i expected :/&lt;br /&gt;and that robinson is kinda weak :/ hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;but keane rocks (: heheh :D&lt;br /&gt;proness (:&lt;br /&gt;each match i watch, i learn a couple more new faces and name (:&lt;br /&gt;but where was aaron lennon lah, carrick sucks :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.ohmynews.com/down/images/1/internews_222096_1[303389].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://image.ohmynews.com/down/images/1/internews_222096_1%5B303389%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall shut up before i get complains from UHEMHEMHEM again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway to sum up today (:&lt;br /&gt;1) english marathon is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;boringly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;boring&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) the newspaper test was quite nonsense and so were my answers.&lt;br /&gt;3) mrs nath is really weird. but shes getting better, really&lt;br /&gt;4) LWW is weird too and he takes 2 secs to understand what im saying.&lt;br /&gt;5) i still hate talking infront of audience&lt;br /&gt;6) i &lt;b&gt;messed&lt;/b&gt; up IPW, i know it. im sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, SWIMMING.&lt;br /&gt;here i come.&lt;br /&gt;and im still sick&lt;br /&gt;damnit. fine lah :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115572226059665231?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115572226059665231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115572226059665231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115572226059665231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115572226059665231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/hah-i-love-football-and-i-love-espn-d.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115565448348367461</id><published>2006-08-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:08:03.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;im in GOODY MOODY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) crouch scored like recently (refer below (; )&lt;br /&gt;2) CRISTIANO RONALDO is like once again running across my tv and like NOWNOWNOW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my mum is excited about cristiano okay (:&lt;br /&gt;oh man (:&lt;br /&gt;im on happy girl :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. because my grandmother wants to catch the last episode of whatever show there is, channel 23 have to be switched to something else ):&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind (:&lt;br /&gt;i think i've got enough of running in and out of the study room to go to the living room to watch every now and then. its kindof tiring :/&lt;br /&gt;and there was at least &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; times he almost scored.&lt;br /&gt;well, 2 really. one was a VERY good pass to scholes who was like LIKE INFRONT of the goalpost&lt;br /&gt;and he had to miss :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cristianoronaldo7.com/forum/fanzone/Boy/CR70001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" height="378" alt="" src="http://www.cristianoronaldo7.com/forum/fanzone/Boy/CR70001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at how cute he was! :D&lt;br /&gt;so adorable lah (:&lt;br /&gt;he was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;born&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a normal day lived by a very happy girl (:&lt;br /&gt;hope tomm will be the same :D&lt;br /&gt;yay (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass today morning&lt;br /&gt;went to it and almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;people tired lah huh&lt;br /&gt;then the scary thing was we had to report to SL&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness we dont have to run&lt;br /&gt;-looks at the non-catholic girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent done the village by the sea&lt;br /&gt;havent even &lt;u&gt;finish&lt;/u&gt; reading it.&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; okay. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and luo lao shi deserves my pity.&lt;br /&gt;no one listens to her&lt;br /&gt;with the exception of maybe yuqing? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirdly, im looking forward to cip ;)&lt;br /&gt;i know im not supposed to. :(&lt;br /&gt;and shannen not happy she doing with me lah fine.&lt;br /&gt;she trying to spite me lah fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME. we shall brighten up our days with a article on torres (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;07-08-2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Torres, the spaniard most required for the mass during the World Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The forward of the National Team figures in front of Raul and David Villa, according to a study of the University of Navarra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Germany World Cup keeps generating good news to Fernando Torres. According to a study announced the last week by the Center for Sport &amp; Business Management of the IESE of the University of Navarra, the forward of the National Team has been &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;considered the highest mediatic value of Spain after the match of the World Championship&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Torres rose up in front of Raul Gonzalez and David Villa as the most required footballer by the mass.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The study based on the sistematic analysis of the appearance of the players, clubes and national Team at web pages and in the mediatic cover at the period of the World Cup. In all, it has analyzed 736 football players members to the 32 represented selections.This investigation considers, as highest the presence of the football players in the mass, highest the benefits bring to the clubs and to the representated selections. On other hand, Zinedine Zidane has been the football player worldwide most valued in this study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see those i highlighted?&lt;br /&gt;you dont even need to read the WHOLE article ( which i know you will most unlikely wont unless youre like me : )&lt;br /&gt;see, im so caring ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, something &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;thierry henry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; said about torres :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28-06-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Torres is an  extraordinary forward, and If he has a good head he will become a worldwide player. He is young and he has everything to be grandiose"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;beckham&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; has praises for him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15-01-2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For me Fernando Torres is one of the best players I’ve come up against in Spain, and he’s one of the best forwards in Europe. The problem is that, as he is a forward, people only look at his misses but he’s a great player"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? stop looking at his misses :/&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells (:&lt;br /&gt;i love football lah (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115565448348367461?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115565448348367461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115565448348367461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115565448348367461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115565448348367461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-in-goody-moody-1-crouch-scored-like.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115556378319316757</id><published>2006-08-14T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:57:36.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crouch&lt;/span&gt; scored lah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell that im happy, cause im really very happy :)&lt;br /&gt;did i mentioned im happy?&lt;br /&gt;cause crouch scored :)&lt;br /&gt;yay hiphip horray (: come 3 cheers for peter crouch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hiphip HORRAYE hiphip HORRAYE hiphip HORRAYE :D:D:D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, im one happy girl on the 14th of august 2006 cause on 13th of august 2006, crouch scored a terrific header in for liverpool (:&lt;br /&gt;that other guy was good too lah, &lt;u&gt;heard&lt;/u&gt; his pass to crouch damn nice&lt;br /&gt;yes, i have to resort to &lt;u&gt;HEARING&lt;/u&gt; cause the stupid match is at 930 and my father thinks its an useless match as its for the COMMUNITY SHIELD and thus, dont want to watch :/&lt;br /&gt;smart eh. i know :/&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, CROUCH scored.&lt;br /&gt;i know he abit ugly and stuff lah but he's not that bad okay! and he seems nice (?!) (and he's not THATTHAT ugly can)&lt;br /&gt;and i like him (: yay :D:D&lt;br /&gt;i told you i like people who are weird.&lt;br /&gt;rachel ask me why i like people who always gena talk bad about.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strike&gt;(lampard and crouch?!)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder too .. HMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so sad i cant find the picture of his header online lah.&lt;br /&gt;i guess either the web is too slow (UHEM) or they think that this match is nothing too (like UHEM)&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind, we shall have to make do with some NICENICE quotes on gerrard :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;"He is our talisman - I mean you just can't replace him. Thank goodness everything was sorted out last year! Everything's settled down now and I know he will be with us for life. He's an unbelievable player and I wouldn't swap him for anyone. He has got everything and never ceases to amaze. He has been magnificent, different class."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-LFC Chairman David Moores on Steven Gerrard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;"I'd put Steven in the top five or six players in the world. In my opinion, I would say he was probably the best. I don't think anyone else could play for Liverpool and do more than he does."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Jamie Carragher on Steven Gerrard. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hah (: see gerrard rocks too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, this is supposed to be about &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;crouch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay crouch (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, jeanice is asking me to shut up before this whole post is about football. and it better not be because i still have loyal readers like &lt;u&gt;tessa&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;lyanne&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyhow. we played bball today (PE you see :D)&lt;br /&gt;but 2 purity was SO LUCKY because it rained &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; before PE.&lt;br /&gt;we are so fortunate arent we ;D&lt;br /&gt;yeah but then our group rocks lah (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FURRY BANANA HUHUHU (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i didnt know how to spell HUHUHU okay :/&lt;/strike&gt; thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;the point was. the court we used was the primary school one.&lt;br /&gt;and it was FLOODED i tell you FLOODED. :/ so you can imagine my disgusted level.&lt;br /&gt;that was before the game okay.&lt;br /&gt;after the game i felt worse than after i play football for 90 min can :/&lt;br /&gt;EURGH.&lt;br /&gt;but. the turning point was that &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;rachel teo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is a very fun to block girl&lt;br /&gt;i love to mark her lah (: just like how i love to rub her hair :D&lt;br /&gt;but i'll love to play with them on DRY ground&lt;br /&gt;cause by then i'll be able to run around and block teo and see what shes capable of (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;AND MELISSA IS SUPER CUTE OKAY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;our game was so full of screams :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GRACE IS SUPER FUNNY OMG.&lt;br /&gt;pluck banana pluck pluck banana! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LWW is driving everyone mad.&lt;br /&gt;especially melissa. oh man :/ shes so mad she scares me.&lt;br /&gt;shes worse than porlin! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and UHEM is super irritating oh man.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like slapping him.&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with him! he and his super loud voice, think he very great is it.&lt;br /&gt;his class smart loh, FINE LAH.&lt;br /&gt;come to us and condemn us. wth :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today chiong all the way ;D&lt;br /&gt;history chiong&lt;br /&gt;homeecons chiong&lt;br /&gt;zuo wen chiong&lt;br /&gt;and to think that i finished all of them!&lt;br /&gt;although my zuowen is sure fail one. :/&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE CHEAT OUR FEELINGS LAH&lt;br /&gt;say today due the stupid &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;ten&lt;/span&gt; newspaper articles when its actually due on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i did do okay. :/ the only chinese work that i started at home.&lt;br /&gt;cheat my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;now you know why i dont do chinese homework at home.&lt;br /&gt;but its not like i did all ten articles already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-looks at regina and shakes head&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;poor regina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah i told you life is full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i dont plan.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i suck and i fail at everything.&lt;br /&gt;OHWELLS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;IM ONE HAPPY GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;(yellow = sunshine = happy! (: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(red = liverpool colour! :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i listen to art lessons! :) )&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115556378319316757?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115556378319316757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115556378319316757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115556378319316757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115556378319316757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/crouch-scored-lah-d-can-you-tell-that.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115545706006167974</id><published>2006-08-13T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:17:40.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;lampard is &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; lousy okay :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. why does &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;every&lt;/b&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; think he is lousy just because of a messup in the world cup!&lt;br /&gt;one messup, even if its a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; messup doesnt mean he is lousy can.&lt;br /&gt;he didnt shoot in any goal for world cup doesnt mean he cant shoot in any goal.&lt;br /&gt;just recently he shot in one for chelsea :D&lt;br /&gt;SEE. he is CAPABLE of it okay :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.news1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/fifa/gen/fi/20060626/i/1440526996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.news1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/fifa/gen/fi/20060626/i/1440526996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im happy terry's capt :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i should shut up about football now.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, THIS IS FOR YOU LYANNE.&lt;br /&gt;since you dont order newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;man, how do you LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;and now im sick :/&lt;br /&gt;but get to go off early yesterday and avoid that pull back thang that i entirely hate.&lt;br /&gt;and watch the LOVELY FIREWORKS.&lt;br /&gt;oh man (; its so nice okay.&lt;br /&gt;and we didnt even have to squeeze with everyone and sweat super much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hey sam take care okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;your muscle will be okay de (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;jian chi xia qu ba!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe i lasted through the whole of np.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i came home dying and pissing everyone at home off.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;(: TUG-OF-WAR (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love mr bean's pancakes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still dont have a map of the darn school.&lt;br /&gt;the school EXPECTS us to know the school inside out?&lt;br /&gt;IN CHINESE? :O&lt;br /&gt;hello. they are insane.&lt;br /&gt;10 newspaper reflection IN CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;i should seriously get a professional traslator :/&lt;br /&gt;EURGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PHO&lt;i&gt;TO&lt;/u&gt;SHOP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115545706006167974?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115545706006167974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115545706006167974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115545706006167974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115545706006167974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/lampard-is-not-lousy-okay-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115521744959368018</id><published>2006-08-10T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:00:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YbWGz_FN6Bo" width="375" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just so hard to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL MISS YOU SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i should just stop saying oh man and eh.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant help it!&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115521744959368018?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115521744959368018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115521744959368018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115521744959368018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115521744959368018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-just-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115520961444941871</id><published>2006-08-10T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:36:36.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;the BELIEVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is thursday.&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day ruiyi is officially in singapore&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss her so much :/&lt;br /&gt;sending her off was sad&lt;br /&gt;but we had alot of photos (:&lt;br /&gt;went to burger king and had alot of laughs (;&lt;br /&gt;like in filling up the form?&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know melissa has a 35 year old daughter/son ;D&lt;br /&gt;and i know choryi and eunice secretly likes my brother! :D&lt;br /&gt;hah fighting to give that little toy? :O&lt;br /&gt;oh man. the age gap is 8 years!&lt;br /&gt;is my brother THAT attractive! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;match was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;and super rough lah :/&lt;br /&gt;AND SUPER ITCHY.&lt;br /&gt;omg, the mosquitos there are like havent eaten for 3 months? :O&lt;br /&gt;CELEBRATION was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;i bet we seeked damn lot of attention lah.&lt;br /&gt;screaming like maniacs (:&lt;br /&gt;but it was so fun (:&lt;br /&gt;almost got chided for returning home so late :/&lt;br /&gt;but it was worth it :D&lt;br /&gt;but it had to go into penalties even when theyre down to 10men.&lt;br /&gt;i suck man :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i didnt know what i was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i didnt know what was i thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im sorry i was distracted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im sorry i let that in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just FYI.&lt;br /&gt;especially for people like &lt;u&gt;foosiyun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend is &lt;b&gt;fernando&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;FERNANDO JOSE TORRES SANZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tankage.com/torres/gallery/es_ses/064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tankage.com/torres/gallery/es_ses/064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;he&lt;/u&gt; is the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;okay, &lt;u&gt;he&lt;/u&gt; is my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;the one. the one im always talking thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tankage.com/torres/gallery/es_ses/042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tankage.com/torres/gallery/es_ses/042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thats&lt;/u&gt; my love.&lt;br /&gt;so hot and style. THE HAIR :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im being ridic here&lt;br /&gt;so you should know im not taken.&lt;br /&gt;even if i DO have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;it would be MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;see im the guy. and im the girl (:&lt;br /&gt;yay (: how wonderful. i go on dates with myself :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115520961444941871?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115520961444941871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115520961444941871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115520961444941871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115520961444941871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/believe-today-is-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115513790826837112</id><published>2006-08-09T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:38:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched singapore idol.&lt;br /&gt;and was wondering what the hell was happening.&lt;br /&gt;:O SO HORRIBLE! :O&lt;br /&gt;hady was good though (:&lt;br /&gt;and so was jasmine :D&lt;br /&gt;BUT paul omg. his hair! his tune!&lt;br /&gt;oh man :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this year's ndp was so dissapointing.&lt;br /&gt;no appeal&lt;br /&gt;no feeling :/&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;but i thought the fireworks were great :D&lt;br /&gt;so nice (:&lt;br /&gt;wait, when is fireworks never nice? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;todays 'celebration' was okay lah (:&lt;br /&gt;but i think it was quite geek? :O&lt;br /&gt;AND PHILIP OMG.&lt;br /&gt;what was he trying to do!&lt;br /&gt;he totally looks like a geek.&lt;br /&gt;AND the dance is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;all the hardwork all the worrying (:&lt;br /&gt;went pretty well i thought.&lt;br /&gt;but it was super embarrasing and well, we didnt really know what we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;or rather I didnt :/&lt;br /&gt;and the hair omg, so lovely!&lt;br /&gt;and I came up with the idea. oh genius-ie me (:&lt;br /&gt;oops, ego? :O&lt;br /&gt;THE STAR IS OMG SO PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/P1030180.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/P1030180.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stupid face i've got there. i know. (: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/P1030214.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/P1030214.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;compare it with AFTER i went out. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/P1030181.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/P1030181.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the pro at work (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/P1030186.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/P1030186.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doing the star :D &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/P1030187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/P1030187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the work of a pro (;&lt;br /&gt;ahhahah :D&lt;br /&gt;sorry. i shall stop being ego (:&lt;br /&gt;but its really nice right! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out after the celebration to j8&lt;br /&gt;w/o coach. kinda sad though&lt;br /&gt;but NEVRMIND (: we still had loads of fun :D&lt;br /&gt;we watched ANT BULLY (: so nice! and funny :D&lt;br /&gt;BUT. i still cried. super embarrassing lah&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even know why i cried. to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN! :/&lt;br /&gt;hahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;natalie was really cute :D&lt;br /&gt;and all the drinks were finished by half the movie lah! ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;and we were so attention seeking omg. :/&lt;br /&gt;imagine &lt;b&gt;SEVEN &lt;/b&gt;peopl with the star, two ponytails? :O&lt;br /&gt;i bet we looked like bimbos :/ hhahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home expected to be scolded.&lt;br /&gt;but i wasnt!&lt;br /&gt;AND I GET TO SEND RUIYI OFF (:&lt;br /&gt;and play :D&lt;br /&gt;oh so exciting :D&lt;br /&gt;but its really sad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'LL MISS RUIYI! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man cute little ruiyi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey my lovely synchro ladies :D&lt;br /&gt;we will go out some other time again&lt;br /&gt;WITH COACH :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115513790826837112?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115513790826837112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115513790826837112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115513790826837112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115513790826837112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-watched-singapore-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115496287195938568</id><published>2006-08-07T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:01:12.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;my leg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really sucks when someone really doesnt understand you when you most need it.&lt;br /&gt;im bloody rushing for the rubbish elit essay and my grandmother has to come and talk to me at 10pm + about the new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;of course i flare up. im DESPERATE omg.&lt;br /&gt;and she had to show her temper like shes of my age or something.&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN, YOURE ALREADY 60+ PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;omg :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so pissed at someone omg. :/&lt;br /&gt;MY LEG IS SWELLING LAH.&lt;br /&gt;one step and my even my left leg is injured.&lt;br /&gt;and i still have march past tomm.&lt;br /&gt;how LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;how FORTUNATE.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like punching her, really.&lt;br /&gt;buy a voodoo doll man&lt;br /&gt;its hurting like ALOT and what if it swells up too much.&lt;br /&gt;and the dance on wed.&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;you dont even want to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even look forward to thursday now that my leg is in this state.&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt even go for prac today.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised my posession is easily lost cause i toyed around with the bball during pe.&lt;br /&gt;its like im really lousy lah omg. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;ruiyi's last official school day ):&lt;br /&gt;i told you life was unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;LAST PE, LAST HOMEECONS LAST SCHOOL DAY W LESSONS.&lt;br /&gt;omg, i'll miss her lah (:&lt;br /&gt;shes so cute :D&lt;br /&gt;and so is her phone. (:&lt;br /&gt;speaking of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPW WAS SO FUNNY (:&lt;br /&gt;we didnt bring the ppt slides cause apparently SOMEONE was sick&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we got chased out bcause we've got a really irritating high pitch voice teacher.&lt;br /&gt;like truth also had people who didnt do it lah.&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;halfway, ruiyi and peiyun came out to go toilet&lt;br /&gt;after returning from toilet, they just sat down and talked with us (:&lt;br /&gt;how fun :D&lt;br /&gt;hanxu wasnt enjoying the chat though.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear she was thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;she should just SLEEP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my leg is going to swell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and im still depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and i cant see how im supposed to march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MY LEG. OMG. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUIYI, we'll really miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115496287195938568?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115496287195938568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115496287195938568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115496287195938568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115496287195938568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-leg-it-really-sucks-when-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115476238934926552</id><published>2006-08-05T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:19:49.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;football is still in me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know football is like something that happen like SO LONG ago and its super old news.&lt;br /&gt;but i seriously still watch it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching half of the repeat of the amsterdam tournament match between man u and fc porto.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw the scores of manu were by rooney and scholes.&lt;br /&gt;but rooney was NOWHERE to be found! :O&lt;br /&gt;i only realized after awhile rooney got sent off.&lt;br /&gt;MYMY. whats up with him omg.&lt;br /&gt;especially when i start to like him (after that big article on his forgivings (: )&lt;br /&gt;oh, but i did get a shock when we was handed the captain's band :O&lt;br /&gt;its like :O:O:O&lt;br /&gt;and the manager is super biased lah&lt;br /&gt;so obvious he LOVES rooney :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i watched the videos on rooney, c.ronaldo and messi.&lt;br /&gt;i know theyre supposed to be the top 3 rising brightest stars&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta sadly admit the best is messi.&lt;br /&gt;gosh his speed, his accuracy, his passes.&lt;br /&gt;and he doesnt dive that much!&lt;br /&gt;and best thing yet, he actually PLAYS IN A TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;no seriously, ronaldo and rooney always goes solo lah.&lt;br /&gt;but messi is different.&lt;br /&gt;he remembers he has a team.&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN. i shouldnt be worshipping him.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant help it lah omg. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he looks weird with oversized shirt and pants.&lt;br /&gt;but its cute nonetheless (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im one stupid football addict.&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop acting like a moron.&lt;br /&gt;some day, one day&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i'll go on watching the videos :D&lt;br /&gt;still got alot more lah&lt;br /&gt;jonn is trying to kill all of us. :/&lt;br /&gt;hahh, from watching videos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I DONT HAVE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; THING LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;IF I DO WEAR MY ONLY RED AND WHITE CLOTHES, I WILL LOOK LIKE IM IN PAJAMAS CAN. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bummer :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115476238934926552?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115476238934926552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115476238934926552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115476238934926552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115476238934926552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/football-is-still-in-me-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115470676941216020</id><published>2006-08-04T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:52:49.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;worst marching experience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not elebrate on that ^ first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come let me tell you about &lt;u&gt;wednesday&lt;/u&gt; and whether i survived.&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, im still here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;so thus, i survived, with only one cell living.&lt;br /&gt;and that cell is desperately splitting now, to help me recover from ALOT of things.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;before today's dry run, i thought the worst marching experience will be that day when we marched for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired lah.&lt;br /&gt;and my hands just refuse to cooperate. they refuse to straighten and became really painful.&lt;br /&gt;then my legs too! OMG &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;to cut it short, MY EVERYWHERE WAS ACHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to go for swimming.&lt;br /&gt;imagine my mood.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, coach allowed me to rest&lt;br /&gt;so pris and i went down at 715. (:&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, i was tired.&lt;br /&gt;and thank goodness there was no underwater.&lt;br /&gt;i would have just fainted on the spot if she expected me to swim 35m underwater with all my muscle aches.&lt;br /&gt;(at that point, my stomach muscles were still aching, but just a little (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and coach was being nice lah&lt;br /&gt;so it wasnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really excited (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art photoshop was fun lah (:&lt;br /&gt;but the test? :O&lt;br /&gt;i havent been listening! :/&lt;br /&gt;and the thang is not progressing well.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, wish us luck. (:&lt;br /&gt;HANXU LURRRRHHHH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indian dance was superb.&lt;br /&gt;i think we won. we won in our own way.&lt;br /&gt;and we won well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went to eat macs with porlin, tomoe and her friend and siyun (:&lt;br /&gt;shit lah, must stop eating macs.&lt;br /&gt;im growing fat lah :/&lt;br /&gt;anyway. PORLIN PRACTICALLY RAN TO MACS LAH.&lt;br /&gt;omg. crazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;then in macs, SHE ATE WITH SUCH A TREMENDOUS SPEED and so did tomoe.&lt;br /&gt;and to the horrors of horrors, tomoe realised her FULL OF EFFORT geog notes were not with her.&lt;br /&gt;and she copied them all over again (not all lah)&lt;br /&gt;and i told her i'll laugh if she does it, so here goes, -LAUGHS AT TOMOE-EH&lt;br /&gt;omg, so cute lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, cause there was no one to stay in macs with me anymore, i went to the roadside to wait for my mum at 340 when she would come at 400 ( AND SHE WAS LATE :/)&lt;br /&gt;i felt like a total moron :/&lt;br /&gt;but there was pris's smses (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY (:&lt;br /&gt;almost couldnt go lah. mother almost caught me :/&lt;br /&gt;but i pulled it off (:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how long this thing will last lah omg. :/&lt;br /&gt;but imagine telling my mum i play football. i think she will blow up like a volcano&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;the other team was super rough lah :/&lt;br /&gt;TSKTSK.&lt;br /&gt;and it was so bloody obvious they were after me.&lt;br /&gt;kept tripping me lah. serve them right for playing with a 9men team.&lt;br /&gt;stupid cocky captain that looks worse than that octopus in pirates.&lt;br /&gt;i swear he's just as evil as chem.&lt;br /&gt;but we were nice. with my nice approach.&lt;br /&gt;THE CHOC WERE HIGH CLASS ONE OKAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebration was super fun lah&lt;br /&gt;best thing? JON PAID :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, i sound so cheapskate :/&lt;br /&gt;i swear creek got drunk from drinking syrup.&lt;br /&gt;mad man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I LOVE FF/F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, almost got caught lah :O&lt;br /&gt;but than still had to call that bitch.&lt;br /&gt;holy bitch, i still had to apologize to her? :O&lt;br /&gt;SENTIMENTAL FEELINGS.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;so im supposed to raise flag for a girl that has SENTIMENTAL FEELINGS for a damn &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it even sounds ridic please.&lt;br /&gt;i cant be bothered anymore. this thing is settled. but i will hate her forever man ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;school wasnt that bad :D&lt;br /&gt;clit was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;especially the part where she did the jian and grace, me huizhen were looking at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;so cute lah (: travelling through time! :O&lt;br /&gt;CHINNY TOO :D&lt;br /&gt;hheheh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. np had to spoil my day.&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired by the time the 2nd dry run. i was so dead i swear half the total amount of cells died in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;im not a robot&lt;/span&gt; loh.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how everyone else does it, but i was really worn out and felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;wth, then halfway i almost cried can. i could feel it coming. thank goodness i held it back. imagine if i cried. I WOULD DIG A HOLE IN THE GROUND AND HIDE IN IT FOREVER&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SJ omg :/&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, they are SJ. we are NP. we are GIVING (:&lt;br /&gt;and we ought to be ashamed of choo. :/&lt;br /&gt;omg lah BOMBOMBOM. omgomgomg&lt;br /&gt;i laugh until i want to pee can.&lt;br /&gt;video cam = belok cam? :O&lt;br /&gt;mr cher = CHERCHER = teacher! (mr foo &amp;amp; shirley! )&lt;br /&gt;mr choo is a clown. he should take part in the new show of the best comedian.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;band was laughing at us, SJ was laughing at us, everyone was.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont blame anyone.&lt;br /&gt;heheh :D because im laughing too.&lt;br /&gt;but then the jokes died down and it was the worst drills session of my life&lt;br /&gt;my legs gave up on me, my hands gave up on me&lt;br /&gt;even my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; gave up on me.&lt;br /&gt;i should just give up on myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, that weixiang guy is cute lah :D&lt;br /&gt;but torres shall always be the cutest :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im so tired of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont want to do this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant you see im tired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS IS MY MAX. this is the ultimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is the last straw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant take this anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh someone run a car over me&lt;br /&gt;do something, kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FF/F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WE ROCK (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;we go on like this, WE'LL BE THE CHAMPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAVE FAITH :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;lion! its okay you underperform! dont blame yourself le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;people do it once in awhile (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;choy! you and your father will improve de (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;dont worry so much (: we'll always be there for you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;lew ! dont be too stressed okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;if its too much, tell us! we will help you de! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and you have NEVERNEVER let us down :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;FF/F, JIAYOU BA! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115470676941216020?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115470676941216020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115470676941216020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115470676941216020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115470676941216020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/worst-marching-experience-i-will-not.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115443974302575003</id><published>2006-08-01T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:05:17.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:220%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY FAKE BIRTHDAY, HUIZHEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, todays so exciting! (:&lt;br /&gt;tomm wont be so exciting though.&lt;br /&gt;NPCC + SWMG. imagine my tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, theres no np today :D&lt;br /&gt;and i studied geog! :D&lt;br /&gt;im so guai please.&lt;br /&gt;the test is like on FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala this week so exciting (:&lt;br /&gt;BUT the lack of sleep is getting into me.&lt;br /&gt;i almost fell asleep? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;barely pass can.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. THIS TERM CHINESE PPR IS GOING TO DROP LIKE MAD.&lt;br /&gt;someone save me.&lt;br /&gt;like THAT tinxie that i failed last term is going to be included into this term's&lt;br /&gt;then my recent tingxie? :O&lt;br /&gt;then my test! :/&lt;br /&gt;OMG. CHINESE. OMGOMGOMG LAH.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its a good idea to be indian or malay lah huh ;)&lt;br /&gt;but im proud to say im happy with my history marks. :D&lt;br /&gt;at least SOMETHING to pull my hist marks up.&lt;br /&gt;lets hope SOMETHING pops up to pull my pathetic chinese up.&lt;br /&gt;and im actually quite shocked im not that sad for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;like i just PASS lah. but for maths its like okay pass&lt;br /&gt;and i can grieve over it.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even bother to listen to wenwei when he went through it lah.&lt;br /&gt;i was so depressed i didnt want to even look at it please.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF AND MY CARELESSNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh :/ i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant i be like .. like .. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAYKUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATTHAT eeurghhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomm is so sian lah. :/&lt;br /&gt;NP+SWMG.&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you if i survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hey people like HANXU (:&lt;br /&gt;cheer up for chinese okay.&lt;br /&gt;and hiutung is not someone you should get upset over with lah!&lt;br /&gt;(: so dont be angry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;although youre like the cutest when you are ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my stomach still hurts so badly and i still hate sneezing. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115443974302575003?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115443974302575003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115443974302575003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115443974302575003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115443974302575003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-fake-birthday-huizhen-yay-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115435125936364164</id><published>2006-07-31T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:10:28.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;disgusting bball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is like one of the most disgusting day.&lt;br /&gt;PE was supposed to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;note that SUPPOSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. my stomach muscles were aching so badly i cant even stand upright. nor can i laugh or cough or sneeze properly. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. the bball was SO wet and slippery from the water on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. the water was so dirty, the water dripping from the ball was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;BROWN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. whenever the ball bounces on the floor, guess what happens? THE WATER SPLASHES. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5. we were playing with&lt;/em&gt; megan, grace and jiamin&lt;em&gt;. who were the BULLIES nath was mentioning and they were bullying huizhen! :O&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how bball can be disgusting? UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homeecons was OKAY lah.&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that the siew mai looked terribly wrong and WRONG, or the fact that we had a high pitch woman screaming at us to hurry up, or the fact that we were quite slow, or the fact that my hands smelled like prawns. :/&lt;br /&gt;because, the siew mai turned out quite nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;AND my partner was nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. the ipw was just stupid :/&lt;br /&gt;its PROJECT WORK PERIOD, hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya (: school was okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;but i do hate it when i sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;and i do hate my parents ever more :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SYLVIA FOONG IS A &lt;strike&gt;&lt;stirke&gt;BLOODY&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/stirke&gt; MOOD SPOILER&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhhhhh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but FF/F cheered me up :D&lt;br /&gt;the sprints were so not helping my knees :/&lt;br /&gt;its coming very soon.&lt;br /&gt;but we still dont know whos playing.&lt;br /&gt;time is SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;so am i :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF/F! we can do it! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115435125936364164?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115435125936364164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115435125936364164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115435125936364164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115435125936364164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/07/disgusting-bball-today-is-like-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115423966998887764</id><published>2006-07-30T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T14:10:30.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;some facts about FT :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his hair is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; dyed now.&lt;br /&gt;the price for breaking the contract between Atletico and torres is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;€90,15 million&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;torres was number&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; 35&lt;/span&gt; when he was first promoted to squad A.&lt;br /&gt;his mole is under his chin.&lt;br /&gt;his brother is called &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mari Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his idol is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kiko&lt;/span&gt; :O&lt;br /&gt;he has a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt; car.&lt;br /&gt;torres would rather want number &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torres was wearing squad number &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; in his spain debut&lt;br /&gt;he scored his first international goal at the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;53' &lt;/span&gt;of the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know who is kiko, he was a spanish striker :D&lt;br /&gt;and he played in the 1998 world cup :D&lt;br /&gt;so did jurgen klinsmenn :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;BUT. kiko is nowhere as goodlooking as torres :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bulgarian-football.com/gif6/kiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.bulgarian-football.com/gif6/kiko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he's the guy signing.&lt;br /&gt;like OF COURSE&lt;br /&gt;so maybe he's not THAT bad lah huh :D&lt;br /&gt;FYI&lt;br /&gt;oliver kahn won both the golden ball and the yashin in 2002&lt;br /&gt;:D so power man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if torres changes his number to 14.&lt;br /&gt;im changing mine too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss world cup too much :/&lt;br /&gt;and i love FT too much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF/F! &lt;3333 four more days :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115423966998887764?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115423966998887764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115423966998887764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115423966998887764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115423966998887764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-facts-about-ft-d-his-hair-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115423725541545282</id><published>2006-07-30T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T13:32:02.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;the girl and the guy within&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swmg was SO SO horrible okay :/&lt;br /&gt;my cramps, my knees, my breath, my tiredness&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;what shit, how i hate myself man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance was so stupid it reached the standard of stupidity where it is beyond the utmost level of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;if you GET what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;to make it simpler : IT WAS SO BLOODY STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;especially the comb hair part. omg :O&lt;br /&gt;and his actions are gayness beyond the utmost standard of gayness.&lt;br /&gt;his BUTT. omg :O&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing and gasping and OMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;land trng kept having cramps can.&lt;br /&gt;i swear im going to wear socks the next time.&lt;br /&gt;and she press my leg until i swear its injured.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even walk properly now.&lt;br /&gt;im a useless handicapp.&lt;br /&gt;damnit&lt;br /&gt;and stomach muscle is aching so bad now can.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even know if its from the trng or laughing&lt;br /&gt;although most probably trng. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water trng was horrible&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even know what came over me&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was the tiredness and my knee and all the on-coming cramps AND THAT PART.&lt;br /&gt;omg, ouch :/&lt;br /&gt;caishui and the side kick totally killed my knee.&lt;br /&gt;my poor knee.&lt;br /&gt;then danba and flamingo some more.&lt;br /&gt;wah fish&lt;br /&gt;and infront of parents.&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO SPLASH WATER AT THEM UNTIL THEY DROWNED OR SOMETHING OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;i know i looked really pekcek and buisong.&lt;br /&gt;but i was seriously just wishing time will go past.&lt;br /&gt;i was seriously so stressed and all okay.&lt;br /&gt;then that STUPID towel guy had to laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK HIM :/&lt;br /&gt;i could have turned around and slapped him if i wasnt so tired okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRUMPY? I'LL SHOW YOU GRUMPY :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(notice its RED. red = ANGRY)&lt;br /&gt;but priscilla was being really nice.&lt;br /&gt;didnt have crappy natalie and stephanie though.&lt;br /&gt;stupid dinner.&lt;br /&gt;then samantha also D:&lt;br /&gt;if only my parents will let me do that.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness theres the marchpast prac on wed = me late on wed = not so long trng = tiring day = no time to do homework&lt;br /&gt;so it might not be a good thing ANYWAY :/&lt;br /&gt;and the next day is so special! WHAT IF I FALL ASLEEP AS I RAN? :O&lt;br /&gt;or my knee give way and my leg is dislocated.&lt;br /&gt;AH, THE HORRORS.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. the price is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/HIS%20BOOTS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/HIS%20BOOTS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lah omg.&lt;br /&gt;so nice please.&lt;br /&gt;and torres wears it = a PROFESSIONAL player wears it = it is GOOD. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/HIS%20BOOTS%20III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/HIS%20BOOTS%20III.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one also not bad lah huh :D&lt;br /&gt;so style :D&lt;br /&gt;and torres wears that too! :D&lt;br /&gt;shit, gets is slapping me to wake me up from the fantasy :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, people say i watch BEND IT LIKE BECKHAM too many times D:&lt;br /&gt;heh :D&lt;br /&gt;and people say its a good thing i swim syncro otherwise i'll be a boy by now.&lt;br /&gt;and i will have short hair.&lt;br /&gt;HOW EXCITING. (:&lt;br /&gt;just like teo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. IM SO IN LOVE WITH TORRES OMG.&lt;br /&gt;but he got tw hairstyles that made him look so wrong. :/&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, his present hairstyle so style :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/fernando%20interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/fernando%20interview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his first hairstyle so guai :D&lt;br /&gt;AH, SO CUTE OMG.&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomgomgomg&lt;br /&gt;okay, i will stop and not torment gets anymore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;someone run a car over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone throw me down from the highest floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stop this torture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should buy a voodoo doll or a punching bag.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i should&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115423725541545282?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115423725541545282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115423725541545282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115423725541545282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115423725541545282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/07/girl-and-guy-within-swmg-was-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115415879354726262</id><published>2006-07-29T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T15:39:53.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;another embarrassing day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is super weird.&lt;br /&gt;im angry at the most QUEER things.&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry i get irritated so easily.&lt;br /&gt;IM SO SORRY. sorry sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squad interaction is weird lah&lt;br /&gt;and the expectations HOR.&lt;br /&gt;uhemhemhemhemhemhem. (:&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, WE CAN DO IT DE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pt is super tiring lah.&lt;br /&gt;let me make this ultra clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE SPRINTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i got it strait, but sprinting with FF/F is fun (:&lt;br /&gt;still tiring, but nonetheless, FUN (:&lt;br /&gt;my knee totally gave way lah.&lt;br /&gt;so did my emotions :/&lt;br /&gt;SUPER EMBARRASSING CAN :/ ughughugh&lt;br /&gt;and once i start, i cannot stop de lor :/&lt;br /&gt;im really okay, its just eh, the tap was lossen (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drills is worse can.&lt;br /&gt;i hate drills and i still do&lt;br /&gt;but for the 8 of us squad, it was super fun (:&lt;br /&gt;super cute lah can :D&lt;br /&gt;retarded sylvia ;D so cute please.&lt;br /&gt;and stephie! (: omg, so cute :D&lt;br /&gt;and i realised my brain process things SUPER SLOW. :/&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;but the big squad then no fun le D:&lt;br /&gt;but was still quite high lah, from all our silly mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sec two squad&lt;/b&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;but ____ was being super retarded please.&lt;br /&gt;and making US retarded along doesnt really help&lt;br /&gt;but it was so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed until my heart pain can, i only thought laughing w tessa will cause heartpain. (:&lt;br /&gt;but im really sorry i couldnt stop laughing :/&lt;br /&gt;porlin! (: hah, infront of me (:&lt;br /&gt;and ____ ___ was pms-ing can.&lt;br /&gt;except __ cannot pms.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm :/ heartbreak maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them though.&lt;br /&gt;as much as they are nice and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i freagling want my breath and knee back.&lt;br /&gt;and im desperate.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super sian about swmg later.&lt;br /&gt;when am i never?&lt;br /&gt;ugh, and THEY are leaving early can.&lt;br /&gt;how unfair is the world.&lt;br /&gt;that leaves me 3 people closer.&lt;br /&gt;im really worried about my knee can.&lt;br /&gt;i bet i will be irritated.&lt;br /&gt;over the most QUEER reasons. im weird.&lt;br /&gt;but i want to be normal. UGHARGH&lt;br /&gt;natasha is cute (: and shes pro and shes good. (:&lt;br /&gt;and shes like me. how cute.&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of my nerdy days, the days when my HAIR is still horrible :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese test was so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt expect much from it anyway, seeing my chinese standard.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;my maths is OMG.&lt;br /&gt;talking about it makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;in school i almost gave way lah&lt;br /&gt;then come back and seeing through it almost make me kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;the whole bloody paper was CARELESSNESS.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;im damnitdamnit upset okay.&lt;br /&gt;and i know what so many people say, they always say, so high already, should be happy what.&lt;br /&gt;they forgot i have a math genius stepfather that does not stand my carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;and im veryvery dissapointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;i expected so much, just to fall from like the highest point.&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;this test is supposed to be EASY okay, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself and the way i dissapoint myself.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT, NOW IM PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. i suddenly miss world cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean it, i wish i could take back what i said.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry, please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;it was unintentional&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i let you down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you alex &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;FF/F! &lt;3 five more days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115415879354726262?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115415879354726262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115415879354726262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115415879354726262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115415879354726262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-embarrassing-day-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115382213789053466</id><published>2006-07-25T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T18:08:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i swear shes is a bloody bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fish her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;her and her bloody mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like child like mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its just a holy watch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i even offered to pay for it already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what the fish does she want now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME TO APOLOGISE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fine, FINE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i call her, say hello NICELY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she just have to freagling HANG UP on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have freakling stoop so low already okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IM A GIRL WITH PRIDE, WITH BACKBONE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if he hadent nicely asked me to do it, do you think i would stopp so low?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOOK BITCH, I HAD MANNERS OKAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF ONE OF US HAS TO APOLOGISE, ITS YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you wasted my time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and make things difficult for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now you want me to apologise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank God i even bothered to CALL you okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;youre a bloody fucking grownup woman, ACT LIKE ONE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why should i be the one giving in please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;responsible, you have the CHEEK to say im not responsible?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELLO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at your daughter please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitch, you wanted me to stoop so low and give in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;think about it, WHY DONT YOU STOOP LOW AND GIVE IN FOR ONCE HUH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idioticly idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;im not going to stoop to your level anymore.&lt;br /&gt;SCRAM :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im just ubber upset over ^&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope she reads this and leave me alone although i know it will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;MATH TEST (:&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt THAT bad lah :D&lt;br /&gt;even gets said it :D&lt;br /&gt;HAH, I LOVE GETSY (:&lt;br /&gt;but that nath just have to make my life MISERABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;and i still have to do some stupid lang of maths.&lt;br /&gt;i mean how to do something you dont even freaking agree? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, next thurs will be so exciting! (:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know to look forward to it anot.&lt;br /&gt;my knee and my ankle is really making me handicap.&lt;br /&gt;i never hated my knee and ankle this much before :/&lt;br /&gt;EURGHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;look, this is too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i mean sure, it started out as an innocent relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;but this is way too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;we got too close, i realised our differences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;we will have a better relationship if we're not so close, trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;forget about this relationship, forget about this vow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;it was just a common mistake we made in life. it was nothing but that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;lets just be normal friends again, forget what we ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;it might still help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;please, give me space, dont always look at me that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;in other words, GO AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF/F &lt;333333333333333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115382213789053466?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115382213789053466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115382213789053466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115382213789053466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115382213789053466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-swear-shes-is-bloody-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115373766708775583</id><published>2006-07-24T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:42:16.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love FF (:&lt;br /&gt;but trng was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;THE SIT UPS ARE HELL. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span color="#ff6600"&gt;when can i spread my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when can i achieve my freedom i desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i feel lost, so trapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i mean what if the logic here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the matter of FAIRNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've been listening to you all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just because of some stupid LI thing that has been drilled into me both in school and at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've got the freaking enough of all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WANT JUSTICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WANT MY WINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WANT TO SOAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i just want to leave okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when will it be time i get my job, MY HOUSE \:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;urgh. \:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HEYHEY GIRL&lt;br /&gt;cheer up (:&lt;br /&gt;things will turn up well. (:&lt;br /&gt;trust is good (: think of cristiano like how i think of torres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115373766708775583?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115373766708775583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115373766708775583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115373766708775583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115373766708775583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-ff-but-trng-was-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115366872800544397</id><published>2006-07-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:44:02.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;let the cowboy get the groove&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall give up trying to update about the combined POP.&lt;br /&gt;too .. much things :D&lt;br /&gt;lets just say it was really nice in sports attire&lt;br /&gt;and im going to miss all the seniors :D&lt;br /&gt;and im kind of er, GUILTY :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and JANICE.&lt;br /&gt;stop saying things about me and HER.&lt;br /&gt;hahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear yesterday was one of the most embarrasing days i could ever ever had.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why lah, i think im a little crazy?&lt;br /&gt;before the whole thing i was feeling so cranky about the damn proposal, then the dance time, i couldnt stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked can, i thought i will totally be angry.&lt;br /&gt;but i wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was the music :D&lt;br /&gt;the music so cute can, LET THE COWBOY GET THE GROOVE :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was my sillyness.&lt;br /&gt;i totally couldnt catch up and didnt understand what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i want to, if i do, it means im a cowgirl? :O&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the silly moves.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha, THE GLIDING IS DAMNIT HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the gayness of the gay.&lt;br /&gt;its the ultimate gayness okay, like the shoulders part, IT GIVES THE SHIVERS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;ahhahah&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its the craziness of natalie around me.&lt;br /&gt;i was like stand behind/beside her.&lt;br /&gt;SHE SO FREAKING CRAZY AND HILARIOUS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i love the sunday group :D&lt;br /&gt;ah i loveiloveilove.&lt;br /&gt;i love how they cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;how they act like TRUE friends&lt;br /&gt;how they seem to be always there for you&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dance thang was ____________.&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt prepare like AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;and jiaolian OBVIOUSLY saw me and then ask me to go up first.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to embarrass myself to dance halfway and stop cause the music is too slow.&lt;br /&gt;and the damn music is like so foreign even though i heard it before.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to FURTHUR embarrass myself by doing the same OBVIOUS moves again and again.&lt;br /&gt;i was like some broken vcd, going over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;i bet i look horrible :/&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;heyhey, people cheer up :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dont worry about it too much kae :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its nothing much, just dance, and the worst is that you embarrass yourself just as much as i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is highly impossible, im the worst you can get. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was yet another hilarious day :D&lt;br /&gt;but my shoulders there are SERIOUSLY ACHING \:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARRIBBEAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW is the ultimate sexiness okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyber-kat.com/potc/images/jackSparrow21024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/1600/CAPTAIN%20JACK%20SPARROW%20x).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5069/826/320/CAPTAIN%20JACK%20SPARROW%20x%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaah (:&lt;br /&gt;dont worry erica, he's yours.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the awful sports school pool.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it had like SPIDERS in there okay.&lt;br /&gt;orange and black, it seemed POISONOUS :/&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;and flies and whatever!&lt;br /&gt;i was doing vertical and this DAMN fly was floating right in front of my googles.&lt;br /&gt;gosh \:&lt; face="arial" color="#33cc00"&gt;hey girl :D loosen up :D&lt;br /&gt;if she gets on your nerves, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;im always here to listen to your complains if you have any :D&lt;br /&gt;always remember, I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE FOR YOU (:&lt;br /&gt;so cheer up girl :D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALWAYS, JUST BE YOUSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115366872800544397?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115366872800544397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115366872800544397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115366872800544397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115366872800544397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/07/let-cowboy-get-groove-i-shall-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115355250320128696</id><published>2006-07-22T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:15:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;the torture but the joy within&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combined pop yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;the timing is veryvery queer lah can.&lt;br /&gt;530-915 :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had maths remedial.&lt;br /&gt;super funny lah. (:&lt;br /&gt;i think he very poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;gena bullied like ALOTALOT :D&lt;br /&gt;super hilarious, and he goes WHATEVER LAH.&lt;br /&gt;he shouldnt teach here, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;hah, the ALGEBRA IS THE LANG OF MATHS is the most hilarious one :D&lt;br /&gt;oh, and shirley imitating MOUSIE :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TWO PURITY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think yesterday's full-u was th best i've ever worn :D&lt;br /&gt;but my swimming badge was horror of horrors okay \:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;the actual pop starts at like 630. \:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i think SYLVIA FOONG WAS A TOTAL GUNIANG&lt;br /&gt;and ___ ______ is not much better, a total GAY :D&lt;br /&gt;what a perfect ______ :D&lt;br /&gt;and she was super ______ can.&lt;br /&gt;her every action. OMFGGGGGGG :O&lt;br /&gt;it is ultra hilarious :D&lt;br /&gt;i kept laughing okay.&lt;br /&gt;HER FANNING ACTION OMG.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i will stop it :D&lt;br /&gt;in janice's lang, i will stop being MEAN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, swimming.&lt;br /&gt;i will continue :D&lt;br /&gt;if i have the mood.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shucks :/&lt;br /&gt;the damn dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115355250320128696?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115355250320128696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115355250320128696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115355250320128696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115355250320128696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/07/torture-but-joy-within-combined-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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-26167589.post-115339949568109452</id><published>2006-07-20T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:44:55.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my knee is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i died in trng yst.&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling coach i cant kick back kick, SHE JUST REFUSE TO LISTEN \:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE SHOULDNT BE THE WORLD FAIR.&lt;br /&gt;if there wasnt this word, we wont even dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;it only makes us more depressed D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and algebra IS NOT the language of mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;i repeat: ALGEBRA &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS NOT&lt;/span&gt; THE LANGUAGE OF MATHEMATICS \:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and SHE even said maths is better than english ( i dont deny though)&lt;br /&gt;giving the example of the numbers thang.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like. HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHERE&lt;/span&gt; does the word "NUMBER" even come from?&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;sillyness.&lt;br /&gt;thus, i conclude that ENGLISH is the language of MATHEMATICS.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe mandarin too if you learn it in chinese. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still hate italy.&lt;br /&gt;im still not eating pasta :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26167589-115339949568109452?l=vogue--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/feeds/115339949568109452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26167589&amp;postID=115339949568109452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115339949568109452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26167589/posts/default/115339949568109452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogue--.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-knee-is-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>KARON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174642206249529840</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>
