<?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-13252269</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:17:52.031+08:00</updated><category term='Live it'/><category term='somewhere a clock is ticking'/><category term='Get over it'/><category term='the hardest thing'/><category term='Numb'/><category term='or not =/'/><category term='Bullet theory'/><category term='silent heartbreaks'/><category term='happy friday'/><category term='so you sailed away'/><category term='my sweetest heartache'/><category term='to be the last one'/><category term='I WANT A TIME MACHINE'/><category term='reticence'/><category term='Attitude without history'/><category term='Yours truly'/><category term='ten days'/><category term='The lies that wound your tongue'/><category term='credits to nicol (:'/><category term='The games that plays us'/><category term='The wind that blew my heart away'/><title type='text'>taking up the cross___//*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-5043676096836044119</id><published>2007-06-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:33:27.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I shifted! And i'm still learning how to use it properly! (: Anws, its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://all_thatrage.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://all_thatrage.livejournal.com &lt;/a&gt; See yall there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-5043676096836044119?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5043676096836044119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=5043676096836044119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/5043676096836044119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/5043676096836044119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-guys-i-shifted-and-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-6206449151214503782</id><published>2007-06-25T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:49:40.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be the last one'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know what it feels like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, smts its really hard to give things up.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when that thing matters to you the most.&lt;br /&gt;And you know its for the better to let things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some how the mask that separates you from you&lt;br /&gt;Just wont budge.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, smts it made you feel better cos&lt;br /&gt;You the world accepts you for who you are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to be?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;But one major fact.&lt;br /&gt;Your connected to strings from this world.&lt;br /&gt;You live with strings.&lt;br /&gt;Strings pulls you down, it makes you more vulnerable than you already are.&lt;br /&gt;It influence you with good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;Strings dont grant you freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay school's tmr and i'm not done with hw. In fact i'm only done with 2/7. &lt;em&gt;Great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talk abt regrets :/ Plentyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-6206449151214503782?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/6206449151214503782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=6206449151214503782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/6206449151214503782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/6206449151214503782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-know-what-it-feels-like-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-4350417259367671864</id><published>2007-06-23T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:51:04.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hardest thing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO CLOSEST ONE! (:&lt;/span&gt; Now its my turn to write a 500 word post for you. Omg i swear its gonna be damn loooong and i'm feeling giddy already! I feel like i'm floating like some dead squid. LOL! I better get my brain started. Happy 5th month btw! We must celebrate okay! We are always having a belated celebration lehh -.- That must change! Hah. Thanks spanks for the post anws! (:&lt;br /&gt;OHH! Your such a bobo pipi can! Once a moron always a moron! (: (: now dont be hurt! I dont have scotch tape or glue to stick it back for you! How bout breast tapes? I bet you dont know what's that. You and your 'pure and innocent' mind. Define pure and innocent! Maybe pure yes, but innocent? I beg to differ! Beg already(homeless kiddo), but still not differing(?!) Hah. And i dont think you know whats hao yi! YOU STILL DARE TO ANYHOW USE! NOT COOL AT ALL KAY! OKAY! (: HAHAHA! And did i mention that talking to you online is the worst? You keep getting lost/confused and huh huh huh all the way! If not you just talk too many things at one go, making yourself confused. Poor me gotta explain things to you! So please go and do me a favour. Fix your anti-multi task brain before I die of brain cancer! I must as well go talk to an ape or paris hilton! Just kidding!! (: Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;And we're suppose to elope right?! Let's elope to hongkong! There are many yellow car plates there! I can trip you until i'm satisfied! Now thats what i call 'the sweet escape'! HAHAHA! And yahlahoola! I missed you there luh huh! I even did smt for you and wished you 5th there can! See, your significant to me too okay! (now you can feel significant) And i know i'm irresistable, fancy crying in public and at home out of a sudden cos you miss me too much and really wanted to talk to me. How embarrassing. Hah. But i'm really really really touch (: Really! Feel feeling feeling feeling.. FELT SIGNIFICANT! WAHH SHOIK! Haha! But despite your embarrassments, silly brain, moronic faces and actions, i still love you plentaye okay! Dont ever doubt that okay! OKAY! (: I really missed you when I was there! Absence is horrible! And when we budget-ed and walk like crazy, I thought of you crawling! And those yellow car plates! Sunsets! Everything! BAHHHH! I felt like flapping my fats to go home! And sorry for not being there for you when you needed me when I was away? (touchdown turnaround) But now, I’m back here! I’ll definitely try harder for you! I’ll be everything you know, that makes you believe, your not alone and will never be (: I’ll be there for you! This 5 words I swear its true (; If you wanna cry, cry on my shoulder. If you need someone who cares for you, if your feeling sad, remember that you have me! You always do kay! (: And its pass 500 words alr! Spledid! my work is done! Now left with letters and emails i owe you! Oh noo! Anws, see you on monday okay! i want to see you! I love you very much!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-4350417259367671864?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4350417259367671864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=4350417259367671864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/4350417259367671864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/4350417259367671864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-closest-one-now-its-my-turn-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-8232385750502478659</id><published>2007-06-20T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T14:25:34.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you closest one&lt;33</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnjGqh0v_YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yAlX7uy0Lho/s1600-h/P6050012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078027013796658562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnjGqh0v_YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yAlX7uy0Lho/s320/P6050012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnjGKx0v_XI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ISV7VaeIW4c/s1600-h/P6050011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy 5th month closest one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay i am here to help this person to blog since she is away in hongkong and i said i would blog for her today. she is sweet because she sent me a message to wish me and since i cannot reply her there i am replying here! aiyarh whatever i want to say i already said in my last email so you can go and read it there! love you and miss you closest one. hope you are enjoying yourself? oh oh! and i looove your tan mark! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bye. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-8232385750502478659?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8232385750502478659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=8232385750502478659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8232385750502478659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8232385750502478659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-you-closest-one33.html' title='i love you closest one&lt;33'/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnjGqh0v_YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yAlX7uy0Lho/s72-c/P6050012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-7059735438919012215</id><published>2007-06-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:28:10.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bullet theory'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Will you welcome this confession&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnP_sB0v_VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7cblFiXtELg/s1600-h/CIMG1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076682336845692242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnP_sB0v_VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7cblFiXtELg/s200/CIMG1732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnP_9R0v_WI/AAAAAAAAAH0/B5bEOv0eK34/s1600-h/CIMG1752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076682633198435682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnP_9R0v_WI/AAAAAAAAAH0/B5bEOv0eK34/s200/CIMG1752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one can run away from weakness.&lt;br /&gt;You must fight it out if not perish.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has weakness,&lt;br /&gt;its just how you deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you have in mind, do it now.&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on the moment as&lt;br /&gt;everything else in the world is uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;Take advantage of what's in front of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world (: Thanks jasmine and Lyt for the entertainment last night (; I drank 4 packets of bandung! Kill me please! I'm lazy to post pictures up! There's too many! So head to jasmine's blog for all our camwhorings! (: Fantastic 4 was not bad luhh! Teared when Jessica alba was stabbed. She's hot! Hah! Hokay! This is probably the last post for the holidays! Cos i'm flying off till the end of the week! (: Good day everyoneee! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh yes! happy 5th month in advance &lt;3 Miss me many many okay! OKAY! HOHO! Then i shall consider loving my tan mark which makes me look like i got jaundicceee! Pfft! I dont wanna emo and cry! Your so moronic ask me to cry when i emo! SIAO! Haha! But still i love you la huh! Though you were rather annoying today! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come to think of it, i'm aching.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-7059735438919012215?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/7059735438919012215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=7059735438919012215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/7059735438919012215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/7059735438919012215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/will-you-welcome-this-confession-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnP_sB0v_VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7cblFiXtELg/s72-c/CIMG1732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-5885259773254912015</id><published>2007-06-15T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:16:04.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The lies that wound your tongue'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Masters inc'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFtrB0v_PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lxxY0zKnpdU/s1600-h/PICT0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075958841014746354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFtrB0v_PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lxxY0zKnpdU/s200/PICT0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFtrR0v_QI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iQjAJ0f-xkQ/s1600-h/PICT0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075958845309713666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFtrR0v_QI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iQjAJ0f-xkQ/s200/PICT0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFwMx0v_RI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lclXA4-7Z2Y/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075961619858586898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFwMx0v_RI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lclXA4-7Z2Y/s200/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFwOB0v_UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/MG2lHdTTKso/s1600-h/PICT0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075961641333423426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFwOB0v_UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/MG2lHdTTKso/s200/PICT0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFwNh0v_TI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NCqHGA3nhWg/s1600-h/PICT0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075961632743488818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFwNh0v_TI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NCqHGA3nhWg/s200/PICT0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFwNR0v_SI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TkNDJxz_8oQ/s1600-h/PICT0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075961628448521506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFwNR0v_SI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TkNDJxz_8oQ/s200/PICT0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is so irritaing. Wanna put somemore pictures, it hanged on me! Tsk! What picture cannot be displayed please! This is ego master and killmood master!(thesunlookslikeabigmole) WO DE HAO PENG YOU (: (: Spent the entire day with her! I realised when i go out with her, its kinda hard to be on budget! :/ My legs were kinda breaking. And now i've a masters inc' tan on my hand! I look like i've jaundiceee! ): But had fun la huh! Taking stupid pictures and walking around and going to different new urban male and check out hot guys! HAHAHA! Its good to carry a camera (: Plenty of candid shots of you hor! HAHA! Oh yeah! We saw so many actors/idols/people?! Elvin ng/jessica liu was there too! Omg damn cute and hot! Now my mind is filled with Elvin ng! Hoho! Ohh and I even saw my neighbour -.- Haha. What a day! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YAY! Thanks for the 500 words post! (: (: I didnt know you really did that (: And now i have your name on my legs, MORON! And i so dont want it okay! Its not mean! Its just not suppose to be there! Pfft! Anws your coming back on saturday?! Double yay! (: I'll write your 500 words soon la huh (: Lovelove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-5885259773254912015?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5885259773254912015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=5885259773254912015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/5885259773254912015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/5885259773254912015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/masters-inc-blogger-is-so-irritaing.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RnFtrB0v_PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lxxY0zKnpdU/s72-c/PICT0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-8758110939734057023</id><published>2007-06-12T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:40:57.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attitude without history'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;A little faith amongst the doubt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world (: My budget days are going fine. I went out with 4 bucks today and didnt even spend a buck (: And i think mika is really weird. But their lollipop song aint that bad. Hah. And i'm in a happy mood today i guess. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Totally not emo!&lt;/span&gt; BUT I LOST MY SPECS! I'm gonna be blind! I cant find it! How weird! I'm starting to have cravings again! Shitzx! All lyt's fault! Damn! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pineapple tarts/Tcc/sakae/pasta mania!&lt;/span&gt; ): ): &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hurry come back and eat those with me! Oh wait, you come back i go.&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little piece of me grows old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep on walking down this road.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure i've seen this scence before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've seen a million people changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so does their hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit/&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Cheryl gan wants me to blog abt her. Tsk she's such an eeepy eeepo. Tell me what to blog abt you huh? When your not very nice. You look down on my cooking skills and said burnt down the kitchen?! And i'm only doing it cos its an order? Haha! Just kidding! Okay, i miss you la huh! After so loong of not talking to you and seeing you? Oh my, i think i forgotten how you looked like! Haha! Oh wells. But hey i still love you, Eeepy Eeepo! (: &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-8758110939734057023?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8758110939734057023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=8758110939734057023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8758110939734057023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8758110939734057023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-faith-amongst-doubt-hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-4893437480565397899</id><published>2007-06-11T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T02:52:13.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Numb'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Erase myself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures today, but it was all a failure. So kinda deleted everything and left with nothing. At least we had a fun time. Poking balls, eating and eating, talking and pointing out of nowhere and see who looks? Haha. And LYT stop being emo already lah loh luhhs! (: I'm here to make you happy oh! (: ( i know your giving me the -.- face now) Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OMGZX! Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; cry on my shoulder/would you be there/will you wait or me was playing. Does that remind you of anything freak? Hah. Are you happy now that there's an orange part for you? (: And yes, i miss you la! Your like at the other end of the earth? Is it? Okay i'm a failure in countries. I dont even know where is vietnam! Hoho. You can stop being angry at me already! (: I blogged and replied your email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; (: Arent you proud? And yes i swear to be there and watch the sunset with you. Even if there is no more sun and we are stuck watching the lamp post. Hah. And you are already away, aint i thinking of you now? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's just something about the way.&lt;br /&gt;I could use a fresh beginning too.&lt;br /&gt;All my regrets are nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you just feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-4893437480565397899?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4893437480565397899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=4893437480565397899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/4893437480565397899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/4893437480565397899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/took-pictures-today-but-it-was-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-4461066347988939180</id><published>2007-06-10T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:50:15.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours truly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What makes the rising sun so new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmrN8h0v_HI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2huzA3gwG9M/s1600-h/Photoshot!000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074094369941748850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmrN8h0v_HI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2huzA3gwG9M/s200/Photoshot!000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmrN8h0v_II/AAAAAAAAAGE/CWp_KBma3F4/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074094369941748866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmrN8h0v_II/AAAAAAAAAGE/CWp_KBma3F4/s200/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmrSHx0v_JI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LqbGfO_3wDc/s1600-h/PICT0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. This is practically what i did for the past few days. And thanks jasmine for that treat to chomps when i'm budgeting like mad (: I love them much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, once again contradictions and superficialness everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Like whats up with the sacarsm and irony man.&lt;br /&gt;Arent we suppose to be who we are made to be?&lt;br /&gt;If you support that, why judge people?&lt;br /&gt;What's there to judge even if i'm a pk? tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aint no ifs, buts or maybes.&lt;br /&gt;There's just promises, and broken ones i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-4461066347988939180?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4461066347988939180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=4461066347988939180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/4461066347988939180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/4461066347988939180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-makes-rising-sun-so-new-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmrN8h0v_HI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2huzA3gwG9M/s72-c/Photoshot!000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-4678488055848834249</id><published>2007-06-09T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:16:30.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reticence'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;High voltage heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073723310537178210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rml8eB0v_GI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7Hbe7PbOSHY/s200/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073722747896462402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rml79R0v_EI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cGU1oS0yEkE/s200/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Caught men in white. Eliza went to the toilet 3times in a row (: I was expecting it to be real funny since everyone was saying 'go watch go watch'. And guess what, we got pissed after the show. Damn, wasted like 9bucks?! I nearly fell asleep la! WHY ARENT I 16 YET! Now i wasted 9bucks on a stupid show! ZODIAC ZODIAC! :( :( :( I'm gonna start &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sulking&lt;/span&gt; again. Ohkay, anws chomps after that. Jasmine was nice enough to treat me since i was on budget! Try going out with only 10 bucks, it feels great without having money to spend. Dont have to worry abt saving any (: I just poked my eyeballs while trying to take out my contacts -.- And zaboof is a lazy/spoilt brat! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh where oh where have my waiyang pirate gone too? -sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Omg, i think she flushed her head down the aeroplane!&lt;br /&gt;Or she drown herself in the sea while watching the sunset!&lt;br /&gt;Or she left with johnny depp on the pirate ship! Tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just kidding! Emails are cool this days (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whootsypoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-4678488055848834249?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4678488055848834249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=4678488055848834249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/4678488055848834249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/4678488055848834249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/high-voltage-heartache-caught-men-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rml8eB0v_GI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7Hbe7PbOSHY/s72-c/DSC01157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-8463032056895004788</id><published>2007-06-06T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:01:35.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so you sailed away'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love will remain a mystery&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola hola! 4 of my finger nails are red. JaniceNg painted them, coated them twice somemore! Can you sense my boredom and everyone else's? School holiday is boring. It makes me spend more, and much &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lazier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get up, or get out of the house. Should i try and&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;crawl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Maybe i shall try and stay at home next week and complete my homework before i leave. Haha, that was a lie. I doubt i can do that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's go to the park, i wanna watch the sunset! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something real behind that mask?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something true that we dont know about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it happening.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i would.&lt;br /&gt;Now i wish i had never.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, what did i get myself into :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-8463032056895004788?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8463032056895004788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=8463032056895004788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8463032056895004788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8463032056895004788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-will-remain-mystery-hola-hola-4-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-4347598097584855022</id><published>2007-06-05T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:08:35.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ten days'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmV6qx0v_DI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yJgoSSd-4Pg/s1600-h/PICT0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072595430650412082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmV6qx0v_DI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yJgoSSd-4Pg/s200/PICT0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This freakically freak and me on the beach (: I went from vivo all the way to downtown to see her kay! I'm sucha nice person! Arent you glad i spent your last day here with you? (: And now your happily sipping on champage and trying to act glam in the airport :/ You cool loh, lead a great life and me the homeless kiddo who survived on only 50cents for the entire day! And still wants me to go pasir ris beach at 12.55 to see your plane fly! -.- I'm not a fart queen! You were the farter and blame it on me! Fart so smelly some more, if not you who could it be please! Hah, you and your excuses and changing of topics! Hah! And maybe more than 16 days i wont be able to see you! Your back and i'll be gone! You make me feel like not going! But i cant! You dont worry anws, i will wait for you (: So you can stop singing &lt;i&gt;will you wait for me &lt;/i&gt;anymore! (: Take care there freak! Dont die there hor! If not all the more i wont be able to see you! Rmb to bathe and change your shirts and underwear! Dont be lazy! (: I'll miss you! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay grace tien li maine is still very annoying. She thinks she's so nice! Like wth please! Hah! She's such an obnoxious, self-praise owner can! Forever hallucinate that she has a lovely castle, staying with different prince! And she claimes i'm an unfaithful servant! Tsk. Well i wish i was, then i dont have to suffer under her hands and get better owners! She makes me clean her toilet with a toothbrush! And she kept firing me for no particular reason -.- HAHA! Just kidding! Ahya, the main point is she's mean! ): ): ): I shall stop posting. I'm too sad to post anymore!&lt;/span&gt; ): &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm sulking! Watch me sulk ):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-4347598097584855022?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4347598097584855022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=4347598097584855022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/4347598097584855022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/4347598097584855022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmV6qx0v_DI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yJgoSSd-4Pg/s72-c/PICT0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-5612083992837769507</id><published>2007-06-03T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:20:06.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The wind that blew my heart away'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To wish impossible things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looks doesnt says it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at the heart, not outside. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Superficial-ness! Tsk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmLOdYDo6mI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VUnNqkXx7tU/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071843134441843298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmLOdYDo6mI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VUnNqkXx7tU/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071842876743805522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmLOOYDo6lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dAcqmX2qnnM/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hello! Good day, how do you do? (:&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to fenyx. This is the moron who i have not seen for a really really loooong time (: She is a poor old soul that only has 20 cents with her for the entire day. At least i had 2 bucks for the entire day. Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna watch two bush mountains! Pfft! But i gotta wait for the stupid moronic annoying rahh rahh bang bang kimberly cheng hui-xin who is leaving really soon! How am i gonna watch it soon! How am i gonna spend my days properly without her! And when she's back, i'm gone! The rest of the holidays without a glimspe of her! OMG! I will just dieeeeee! Just kidding, i'm exaggerating. I think i'll just stone only -.- Hoho! The main point is how to watch ONE TREE HILL! Tsk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, grace tien li maine wants me to blog abt her. She is still as silly, and small, retarded (: Well at least she stopped calling me lazy and unfaithful servant (: And so far she still has not reach the height of 158. And i knew that she wont! I was so right (: SMALL PERSON! Heehee! She thinks talking to me can decrease her life spent. Oh please, i'm not that annoying la. Your just too petty. HAHA! Kidding. And i have a good memory okay, maybe your just really insignificant to me! JUST KIDDING! (: Well arent you happier now that i blogged abt you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy today (: (: not gonna spoil this post with stupid emo questions and stuff. And please, its not true that after i get my skinny i became much more emo kay! Wait, i think.. Oh wells. And jasmine, your not even fat! How to be some pig's long lost sister! Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-5612083992837769507?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5612083992837769507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=5612083992837769507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/5612083992837769507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/5612083992837769507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-wish-impossible-things-looks-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RmLOdYDo6mI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VUnNqkXx7tU/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-4752687486967530659</id><published>2007-05-31T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:01:57.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweetest heartache'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever loved someone so much, that you'll give everything?&lt;br /&gt;Not just an expression, but literally &lt;em&gt;give&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But what happens if you become the main source of the pain?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last night at kimbo's was entertaining, yet emo, yet tiring. How ironic. Hah. Everyone were drained after their hyper activeness throughout the night. I think me, serene and janice ng is the coolest loh! We are tough! Hah. Me and serene went home at 7am. And were stonning in the train back home. And i fell asleep once i was home. No sleep leh, how to live the day right? So its not lazy kay! Home is the sweetest!(at times) You guys cheer up alright! Especially jasmine and kimbo, since you both bitches really cried like hell bitches last night! I hope you guys are feeling much much better! (: &lt;3 And thanks nerissa for the party (: Happy sweet 16th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is school tmr. I really dont want to go ): I dont wanna take my report book! Oh wells. I shall just try my best and drag my lazy ass to school tmr (: School MIGHT be good. There, my positive attitude! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt; then again, positive-naive-denial-high hopes-a letdown. Whoops? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-4752687486967530659?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4752687486967530659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=4752687486967530659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/4752687486967530659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/4752687486967530659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/05/have-you-ever-loved-someone-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-89038585647317640</id><published>2007-05-28T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:01:26.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The games that plays us'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What is and what should never be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell whether she/he is a friend or a foe?&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell whether it is a lie or denial?&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell whether that is who you can trust?&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell whether that is who you can depend on?&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell whether she/he is true to you?&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell whether its not just another game of pretence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, my circle of trust = me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe i'm just pissed/confused now.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i'm trying to depend on myself.&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why? Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;And i need to go ikea.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, but i'm super lazy. Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-89038585647317640?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/89038585647317640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=89038585647317640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/89038585647317640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/89038585647317640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-is-and-what-should-never-be-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-6276469073437573609</id><published>2007-05-27T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:19:50.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='somewhere a clock is ticking'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Life in a glass house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went tanning on friday. I didnt get tanned as usual. Serene and jasmine became black pepper crabs :/ Only my back has a sport bra mark? So gross kay. Chomps after that. Jasmine hair take so long to cut. I feel so tired this days. I should go and sleep soon but i'm waiting for serene to come online.. And why am i called EOEO? Its like ---------.-------- Hoho, I have draggy eyes (: Its cool (: Actually its stupid. Lol. And i didnt know laozhabor.blogspot really existed?! I thought they just anyhow say in 'just follow law'. Tsk. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay self denial, self denial.&lt;br /&gt;Hostility protects the denial.&lt;br /&gt;Deal with the denial before the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing our hurts and rejections below and building a nice life on top of it,&lt;br /&gt;Cause an eruption especially when we're vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;Time heals? I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;Time doesnt heal, forgiveness heals.&lt;br /&gt;If you had forgiven, you might not fall deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-6276469073437573609?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/6276469073437573609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=6276469073437573609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/6276469073437573609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/6276469073437573609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-in-glass-house-went-tanning-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-3854273045976523669</id><published>2007-05-23T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:51:39.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RlQ4v7rCEOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oN6MWRattHg/s1600-h/CIMG1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067737876821840098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RlQ4v7rCEOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oN6MWRattHg/s200/CIMG1670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RlQ4wrrCEPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-229r1WnLnI/s1600-h/CIMG1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067737889706742002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RlQ4wrrCEPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-229r1WnLnI/s200/CIMG1671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello world! My life sucks (:&lt;br /&gt;Dont bullshit and say yours sucks more if you havent hear my story.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I think i'm pmsing or maybe just emo. Even spidey sit on church and emo. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;And i look weird in the pictures above though its small..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was superb boring and emo! I should have ponned school la! Pfft! Waste my time only. Slept for 2 periods and woke up with lines on my face when some moron was singing 'oh when the saints'. Stupid kimberly cheng hui xin! Wake me up from my beauty sleep. Okay maybe not beauty.. Hah. Heck la. School is just a bitch la. I dont enjoy it as much as i do anymore.. It became such a depressing place. Rahh. I should stop complaining (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, the great singapore sales is here soon! Whoopeedoo! But i spent alr ): Oh wells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me smt to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cos i dont believe in you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to try.&lt;br /&gt;Done trying, i cant cope with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the part when we were moving forward now.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe someday, i'll be smt more than love.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we speak in different voices,&lt;br /&gt;when fighting with the ones we love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-3854273045976523669?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/3854273045976523669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=3854273045976523669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/3854273045976523669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/3854273045976523669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-world-my-life-sucks-dont-bullshit.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RlQ4v7rCEOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oN6MWRattHg/s72-c/CIMG1670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-5994891213535830936</id><published>2007-05-20T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:08:11.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Papers are over and done with!&lt;br /&gt;Just that i wrote loads of crap.&lt;br /&gt;Sure salah salah(?!) fail one!&lt;br /&gt;But who cares :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing fatter each day!&lt;br /&gt;Especially during exam periods!&lt;br /&gt;Now my butt looks huge with skinnies.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares again! (:&lt;br /&gt;I shall be positive and say its a &lt;em&gt;HOT&lt;/em&gt; butt! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws happy 4th month &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes beginings arent's so simple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes goodbye's is the only way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause soon i'm lossing you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it would be effortless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont even have to try. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i wish you were a stranger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then can i disengage myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-5994891213535830936?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5994891213535830936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Invitation only grant farewells.&lt;br /&gt;Bright lights turn to night.&lt;br /&gt;The world is insincere.&lt;br /&gt;They love to watch me fall.&lt;br /&gt;They think they know it all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lost cause, not a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday there's nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'll just try to find some hope&lt;br /&gt;But this will never end.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to even dream?&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are for fools.&lt;br /&gt;They let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bend the pieces till they fit,&lt;br /&gt;Like they were made for it.&lt;br /&gt;But they were never meant for this.&lt;br /&gt;It can never replace that missing piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear i might break.&lt;br /&gt;I shall just save my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Cut the crap the world is giving.&lt;br /&gt;And stop my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a role we play;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-1778874041110693726?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1778874041110693726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=1778874041110693726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/1778874041110693726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/1778874041110693726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/05/invitation-only-grant-farewells.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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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-13252269.post-5104707213349912686</id><published>2007-05-02T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:02:00.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get over it'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrated with parents for their anniversary again this year. Went to stay at a hotel during labour day. The day that mostly women goes to the hospital! GET IT? HAHAHA! Finally managed to take a family photo but its stupid :/ Everyone looks weird. My brother looks gay as usual. His gay anws! Lol. Here, let you take a look! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059952967313600258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RjiQajzpLwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wdOiTbXRum0/s200/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059952967313600274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RjiQajzpLxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/an-kFUoQhi4/s200/DSC01052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059952967313600290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RjiQajzpLyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nbCdC14usWE/s200/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059953392515362610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RjiQzTzpLzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/F6gS9iPmQdQ/s200/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh yes, thats my dad's new haircut by the way. Cool eh? Lol, anws i shall hit my books again! I feel so accomplished today! Did so much studying! And shopping do really help relieves you (: Oh oh, and i think glenda's so weird! She falls down when she wear shoes, but she fits comfortably and walks stably with shoes! And she's going hong kong on the same day as me! So unlucky! -grumbles! HAHAHA! (: Adios world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-5104707213349912686?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5104707213349912686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=5104707213349912686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/5104707213349912686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/5104707213349912686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/05/celebrated-with-parents-for-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RjiQajzpLwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wdOiTbXRum0/s72-c/DSC01051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-5251155884309182723</id><published>2007-04-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:49:23.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live it'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, i've always thought this year would be a great one. But i was wrong. Till now, i've still been feeling horrible :/ maybe cos i'm gonna have my period soon or smt. I just feel that things are taking a toll on me. Filled with so much lost and fear, questions with answers no one can supply. I want to email God lehh! Hah. Everything is just so hard to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world seem to be playing some game of pretence. I see you, you see me. Like some hide and seek game. But the difference with this game is that, we have our masks on. And people are just superficial to almost everything. It just so hard to be yourself? You might think that your actually being yourself, but when you look at how you live, you begin to stop and think. Is that even me? Wait, how was i even like? You start to lose yourself with the influence the world had on you. And your friend/parent tells you that 'its okay. Dont care abt the world thinks'. Do they even really know how it feels? Especially how when ppl look down on you. And when they indirectly say your the fool? That's practically just what they think is an advice or words of consolation to perk you up.. That sucks okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, its really terrible to find how wrong you can be about someone. You thought you did. You grow up and realize that people who once said they cared really never did, and that people who once made you the happiest are now the ones who make you cry. This sucks even more. Sometimes, even church doesnt bring much comfort like it use to. So screw up can. ROARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, my wai yang pirate! (: I wanna eat pasta at pasta mania again! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-5251155884309182723?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5251155884309182723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=5251155884309182723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/5251155884309182723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/5251155884309182723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-know-ive-always-thought-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-6625364919339564437</id><published>2007-04-21T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:21:18.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey world! (: I'm back, missed me? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws this week totally sucked okay. 5 tests and i'm gonna fail all of them. I felt so lousy too :/ which made me really vulnerable and sensitive. Until like can cry anytime even over tiniest things you know. Roars! I feel lazy to type whatever that made me feel like crap this week. I'm too lazy to type an emo and long post. So i guess here are some pictures again? And i'm so gonna miss st john year 4 ppl! So that's how it pays to be stupid. Darn it! ): Oh and that how we went to town by the way. -points below. I detest farewells! Why does good things have to end? tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055898644118825922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RiopB48U68I/AAAAAAAAADE/Aaih5QkBXnA/s200/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055900310566136898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rioqi48U7EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/y3pqGbAce8w/s200/soar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055900997760904274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RiorK48U7FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/paW6bU8Ug-w/s200/P1020380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055898648413793250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RiopCI8U6-I/AAAAAAAAADU/iP0wUFqXG2c/s200/DSC00977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055898648413793266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RiopCI8U6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/oiUI92K03wk/s200/DSC00965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055898648413793282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RiopCI8U7AI/AAAAAAAAADk/qt9xPL_gQCs/s200/mysteryman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-6625364919339564437?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/6625364919339564437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=6625364919339564437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/6625364919339564437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/6625364919339564437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-world-im-back-missed-me-hah.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RiopB48U68I/AAAAAAAAADE/Aaih5QkBXnA/s72-c/DSC00932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-123226082649128592</id><published>2007-04-05T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:20:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049960209417730258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RhUQDfwzeNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2tHz7doJq-0/s200/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049959878705248450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RhUPwPwzeMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lxN1U8chelY/s200/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay, we went to carina's house! But that was rather looong ago, as i havent been blogging. LYT is chewing her gum! Hah! She is always chewing gums nowadays la! Its super tiring please! I wonder how she last! She even chewed it in geog class today -.- Hah. And carina's house is scary! Just looking down the windows gives me creeps already. Like i can fall anytime! Hah! But had fun la (: &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049959432028649634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RhUPWPwzeKI/AAAAAAAAACk/PCkJAe4RjaI/s200/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049959432028649650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RhUPWPwzeLI/AAAAAAAAACs/eb7vhXLV9f4/s200/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RhUPV_wzeJI/AAAAAAAAACc/xMiXC3goP0E/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Kimbong(!) and kia hwee at bugis. I think i'm seing kimbong too much already! I'm getting bored of her. She's so R! Haiyah! Hah. Oh and this time i didnt eat pasta for one hour plus okay! In fact i was rather fast already! Be proud! =D Kia hwee seriously laughs like a machine gun. So cool can! Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with eliza one fine day! Like finally please! Managed to catch up with her and talk to her (: I missed them like millions can! Gosh, stupid new system thingy which separated everyone else. Dang it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, talking abt that studies and class thing makes me think of writing an emo post which i have in mind, but i'm too lazy to do so! So yeah, next time! I shall now limp away from the com and head to bed (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world is becoming a better place! &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When you came along (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, goodnight world (:&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;  And to you &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-123226082649128592?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/123226082649128592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=123226082649128592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/123226082649128592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/123226082649128592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-we-went-to-carinas-house-but-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RhUQDfwzeNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2tHz7doJq-0/s72-c/DSC00797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-8322594822675803573</id><published>2007-03-25T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:28:20.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I WANT A TIME MACHINE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello dudes and dudettes! (:&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are over, school has been fine (:&lt;br /&gt;BUT i have to start panicking for mid years!&lt;br /&gt;The pressure is here!&lt;br /&gt;AAHHHHHHHHH! -screams and runs arnd&lt;br /&gt;Can shout yahoo and jump down the builing already =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i conclude that i wont be here often =D&lt;br /&gt;And most probably if i'm here, my post will either be short, crappy or emo.&lt;br /&gt;Signs of stress what.&lt;br /&gt;So too bad lor.&lt;br /&gt;What to do? Tsk, roars!&lt;br /&gt;Life not so interesting anymore. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! (: (: (: (: &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-8322594822675803573?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8322594822675803573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=8322594822675803573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8322594822675803573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8322594822675803573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-dudes-and-dudettes-holidays-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-467640292304543719</id><published>2007-03-16T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:01:41.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay did quite some stuffs during the holidays. Havent started on homework yet. I shall just talk abt the most happening events? Haha. Monday night, went to jasmine's. Stayed up, hang arnd the pool past midnight. Avery said very scary ghost stuffs. His good. Morgan was just draggy. Then 5.30 we walked to macs to eat breakfast. Didnt sleep. On wednesday was camp! It was slack and fun, sudoku and camwhore makes it fun. Hah. Well i'm lazy to elaborate on what happened, so here are some pictures for monday night and camp (: Oh oh, we had pjs night on camp! Everyone just looked so cute with their pillows and everything. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq61gsKm1I/AAAAAAAAABI/E3fLogDf2ms/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042548161265703762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq61gsKm1I/AAAAAAAAABI/E3fLogDf2ms/s200/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042551730383526834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq-FQsKm7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/GF9URYSNbIk/s200/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042551726088559522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq-FAsKm6I/AAAAAAAAABw/fKpMWAi7ltQ/s200/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq61wsKm2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/6utlPmdDRUI/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042548165560671074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq61wsKm2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/6utlPmdDRUI/s200/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;At camp&lt;/u&gt; (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq61wsKm3I/AAAAAAAAABY/A_i0lhnpWxM/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042548165560671090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq61wsKm3I/AAAAAAAAABY/A_i0lhnpWxM/s200/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042548169855638402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq62AsKm4I/AAAAAAAAABg/z-qm8tWXTTM/s200/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042548169855638418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq62AsKm5I/AAAAAAAAABo/uNQoifyr5Oo/s200/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042551730383526850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq-FQsKm8I/AAAAAAAAACA/G5eIUvc4SJE/s200/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042551734678494162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq-FgsKm9I/AAAAAAAAACI/4U2rdiratEc/s200/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To sum it all up, another good week (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-467640292304543719?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/467640292304543719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=467640292304543719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/467640292304543719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/467640292304543719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-did-quite-some-stuffs-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/Rfq61gsKm1I/AAAAAAAAABI/E3fLogDf2ms/s72-c/DSC00676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-633754371243994813</id><published>2007-03-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:05:21.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credits to nicol (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from IT fair, it was so packed, bought some games. And some oldies have attitude problem. They keep TSK-ing as if i push them, want to rob them or smt! They pushed me instead! Lol. Crap, i just choked on an orange seed, and sijia said that's for dumping her, she claims its karma. Oh wells. BUT SHE DESERVED IT! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, learnt smt from nicol yesterday. Its about &lt;em&gt;Manthropology&lt;/em&gt;. Its definately something that many dont know. Hah, but rather cool la (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manthropology, is a group of 'cattle' people called the Danisan that bathe in cow urine. They regard their cattle as their 'wealth and holy' animal because it provides food, milk, etc and acts as a machine to plough the filed. So highly revered that they regard the urine as 'cleaner' than water as if its some kind of 'blessing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that eh? But i dont understand why they still bathe if its in cow urine. Must as well dont bathe.. I think its smellier than humans urine right? Lol. Anws, nicol! When you go to america after this year, i'll send you off! And miss me hor! Cos your coming back after 12 years!? Perhaps with husband and kids! And they could be blonde with pretty eyes! 12 years is THAT looong! You got one more year to try and grow taller! Haha! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-633754371243994813?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/633754371243994813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=633754371243994813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/633754371243994813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/633754371243994813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-came-back-from-it-fair-it-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-8756489728322302222</id><published>2007-03-09T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:35:06.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='or not =/'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, now i know how it really feels like when the truth is right in front of you (or rather i think it is the truth) which can actually be another lie. I think this is a lil contradicting. Hah. Well, i will never know what its gonna be like in a few weeks time or whatever. Its either it goes back to like before or it just doesnt. And i should blame myself for that. I have no rights for over reacting anws. Its kinda dumb. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well, time changes everything. This year, everything is abt time time and more time. So leave things to time! =D And i guess conflicts can also be another way of realising how much something actually means. And perhaps maybe also showing how much both parties do actually care. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watch super sweet 16. I think they are very spoil brats but i'm totally jealous over the amount of money they have! They present can be like a car and its their dream car! I think all i can get it, uhh a bicycle? Hah. Anways, today was alright. Results sucked, but somehow my mind isnt focus on results. So didnt cry or whatever crap, i deserve it too anws for not studying hard. Wahh i think i need to be hanged! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-8756489728322302222?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8756489728322302222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=8756489728322302222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8756489728322302222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8756489728322302222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-now-i-know-how-it-really-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-6136031065394043901</id><published>2007-03-08T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:03:52.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RfAg9WBiDfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yASLiY4Lkqs/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039564221283700210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RfAg9WBiDfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yASLiY4Lkqs/s200/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RfAg9mBiDgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LxwcyI5BwO8/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039564225578667522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RfAg9mBiDgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LxwcyI5BwO8/s200/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RfAg92BiDhI/AAAAAAAAABA/esQ7Yu5r0nI/s1600-h/070320071572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039564229873634834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RfAg92BiDhI/AAAAAAAAABA/esQ7Yu5r0nI/s200/070320071572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's what we did in school ytd. Got so bored during geog class, since TING wasnt in class at the second period. So suddenly camwhore lor. Got many more, but they all look ridiculous, so took the top 3?! Hah. That reminds me, i got geog hw to do. Shoots. Alright, i shall make this quick then. Cos i'm sleepy already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, sports heats. Anyhow throw shot put, its such a waste of time. The ball so dirty and heavy. I dont know why is all this compulsory. Oh, i think trackers are really cool! Tuesday, went out, wednesday went out, and today, stayed in school to accompany gurleen once again. Watched the rest of 'stand by me'. Its kinda weird. The kids are really vulgar for their age, and they swear on their mother's name as if their mother dont mean anything. Anyways, i think I'm such a nice friend to stay back with squeaky =D Haha. Wow and today there's a small cake fight. Cheebye hair's fault that i'm all dirty! Then later slowly one by one attacked! Clara thinks i'm veryu nice to bully! I shall proof that i'm not nice to bully! HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And freak, i just got bitten! Omg, the bite is so damn mega big! It looked like its swelling up! I think i'm gonna die form dengue! Haha! Alright, goodbye for now. Tonight is kinda screw up (; So yeah. Adios (: &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-6136031065394043901?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/6136031065394043901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=6136031065394043901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/6136031065394043901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/6136031065394043901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-thats-what-we-did-in-school-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RfAg9WBiDfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yASLiY4Lkqs/s72-c/DSC00496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-8785370166235700596</id><published>2007-03-01T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:51:27.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent heartbreaks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RebjuiDFyTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3McDcqA5eo8/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036963621813733682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RebjuiDFyTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3McDcqA5eo8/s200/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, closest one! ♥ You got your wish, now your picture is up there. Haha! I deserve a pat on the back dont I? =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, i spent 7 1/2 hours with this moron on wednesday! Its even longer than school hours! We watched 2 movies la. And she sucks, she doesnt wanna eat. Keep going arnd and drink lemon tea. Lemon also dont wanna eat. Popcorn got seed, take out from her mouth and throw it on the floor. And she made 1 popcorn went into my bra. Grabs me by the neck when i say smt wrong. And she's soo tall! When i slipped and fell on the drain and it hurts like crap, she even said smt like 'this is so embarrassing'. She was simply annoying! But i still had fun with her la huh! Be glad! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm suppose to add in more! So i'm not editing it. Tsk. Cos kimbelly claims its not accurate. But it was true, just that i didnt mention me and lack of some facts! (: Ahya, whatever la. She's the first person that i watch 2 movies in the cinema since i was born! Really really, other than that, i only watched twice with my brother? Haha. So she should really be touched that i spent so much time with her(: Seeds, should not be spitted out just like that. You should take the seed out from your mouth and place it inside a piece of tissue paper! Uncivilised person! And anyhow throw popcorn into people's blouse! And fine fine! when i slipped and fell on my backside at least you asked whether i'm alright! But i was embarrassed okay! how come your not easily embarrassed? You remind me of breaking the cup at tcc! HAHA! OH OH! You stop taking note of my words okay! If not i'll feel very restricted to talk! Yes yes you had good intentions when you stepped lower but not use to looking down at you la, so ask you step back up lor. You should be proud of your height but just not the age for that height! HAHA! And i saw you teared! And you were like 'walao, damn it' or smt like that (; but its okay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And stop being pissed already alright! Its scaring me! And besides you are one of those who can make me very happy when i'm down. So cheer up! CHEERS CHEERS! =D (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: Smiley attack! I love you kay! I really do! Virtual hugs! &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School isnt how it use to be now. Its kinda screwed for me. If i'm able to pon, i'll pon for the enire week of more weeks i tell you. Goodness. And i feel so distrated! Help! Emo marco polo la! Hah! And did i mention i'm gonna be shot putting on monday? how embarrassing, My upper body strength had decreased. And have to run for sports day relay! so embarrassing! I run like some crazy chicken, worse than Eliza chasing for a bus! HAHA! And i have to help cheerlead! Ahh! Go C-H-E-W?! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you no matter what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-8785370166235700596?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8785370166235700596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=8785370166235700596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8785370166235700596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8785370166235700596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-closest-one-you-got-your-wish-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RebjuiDFyTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3McDcqA5eo8/s72-c/DSC00485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-8307623171568304255</id><published>2007-02-24T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:35:10.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RebygyDFyUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8OLFLHjgA3E/s1600-h/CIMG1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036979878264949058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RebygyDFyUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8OLFLHjgA3E/s200/CIMG1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised i havent been blogging since 20 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;CHEERIOS! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;But still, happy valentine's day, total defence and a happy new year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most imptly;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CLOSEST ONE FIRST MONTH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND OH HAPPY WEDNESDAY! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FLOWERS FLOWERS FLOWERS! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE CLOSEST ONE SO SO MUCH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALLY REALLY REALLY! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOR THOSE WHO DONT, YOU OUGHT TO TOO! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, now comes to the serious stuff. COMMON TEST! BANG BANG! I cannot make it! Melycmifs cpcp. LOL! Go figure what i was trying to say. Its just the initials, but actually who cares? Hah. Common test sucks i tell you! But thank god maths is over. And i screwed up poa, though it was rather okay. I suddenly teared la! Even mrs wong looked at me. I ought to be shot for not studying properly. And when i can, Demelza just had to be there and push me into the drain. Thanks ah, my butt pain! Lol. Next time, push me down then pull me up again la huh! Haha! I'm bored, prettyone and her friend is mad. AND MY INTERACT CLUB FISH IS STILL LIVING! HEE HEE! So anws, adios! Monday is coming! YAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've taken all I can take &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I cannot wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're wasting too much time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being strong and holding on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't let it bring us down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, i'll try to do it right this time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's start over, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try to do it right this time around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not over &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This love is killing me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're the only one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, &lt;em&gt;absence&lt;/em&gt; does make the heart grow fonder,&lt;br /&gt;does it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-8307623171568304255?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8307623171568304255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=8307623171568304255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8307623171568304255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/8307623171568304255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-realised-i-havent-been-blogging-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQUH6NAyPjU/RebygyDFyUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8OLFLHjgA3E/s72-c/CIMG1517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-117059751513856539</id><published>2007-02-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:00:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear cupid,&lt;br /&gt;You can be lovable at times&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really think&lt;br /&gt;You ought to be shot&lt;br /&gt;Sign;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I killed my cupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;Graceyy said smt that made me think;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever felt like&lt;br /&gt;the truth lies infront of u, but it might also be another lie ?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe a lie that could actually be the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah cupid, thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now both of us want&lt;br /&gt;Not only shoot it,&lt;br /&gt;But crush it and&lt;br /&gt;make sure it doesnt come back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We killed our cupids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-117059751513856539?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/117059751513856539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=117059751513856539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/117059751513856539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/117059751513856539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-cupid-you-can-be-lovable-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-117051592129344007</id><published>2007-02-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:36:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody (:&lt;br /&gt;Hello cupid &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V's day is coming soon! Time to throw money into the pond and wish for love. Climb the wishing stairs and hope for fate. Haha! Lau yuting says i have no life just cause i dont want/have anyone in my life now &gt;.&lt; Tsk, crazy friend. And everytime she sees me she sings, i wanna be your naughty girl or i wanna fuck you. Haha! She wants me so bad. HAHA! Just kidding. So gay la please. And i didnt see closest one and favourite ♥ today. Not nice not nice. But at least i spent a day with Eliza and jasmine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, i bought the fish from interact club on friday! An dmy hands were so full, thanks closest one for helping take my books (: Took a cab, it cost me 12 bucks! And the taxi driver was saying that my small cute fish will definately die tmr, my dad says it too. Closest one kept blowing into the cup thinking it gives more oxygen. For a smart person, she doesnt know that blowing gives out Co2. So silly la! Haha, but i still love her.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and be suprised peeps cos my fish didnt die. Its alive and well under my care! And daddy went to china early in the morning and i didnt even know his going today. Walao so sad, at least he msged. I miss my daddyyy(and some of his money) Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going nuts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me how to figure you out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-117051592129344007?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/117051592129344007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=117051592129344007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/117051592129344007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/117051592129344007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-everybody-hello-cupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116994720954389274</id><published>2007-01-28T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T10:40:51.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;closest one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;alrights i am here to blog on your blog. and let my blog slowly go into a coma. hey hey i insist that pasta mania is jinxed and now i am convinced that tea valley is jinxed too!! weird and embarrassing things happen there , okay maybe i did not feel embarrassed when the things happened. but they are weird and dont happen anywhere else!! therefore, i conclude that they are jinxed! omg omg. the translation thing is nutts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;translation for what you posted on my blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Inclusief ga u alot alot alot houden van! Ik weet dat u dat weet! Ik vertel altijd u dat! Verderga met wees nonsical honig! Vreemde uitvoeringen de wereld gaat ronde. En uw het best dichtst een! Of veroorzaak liever uw de enige! (: Ik mis u zo dat veel nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Including you will love alot alot alot! I know that you that knowledge! I tell always you that! Verderga with ups and downs nonsical honig! Strange exports the world goes round. And your the best most closed a! Or cause rather your the only! (: I miss you so that much now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bad bad. and what in the world is verderga supposed to mean? what is honig? translation website really screwed man! I FIRE YOU! cheelakah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you on monday then, my best of the bestest, one and only closest one! see you got promoted again! promotion... whoo hoo. i love you a lot a lot. no matter how many times you say you sianz to see me, even though there is a just kidding behind, and i promise never to reject you again(:&lt;br /&gt;Ani ohev otach &lt;33 (hebrew)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116994720954389274?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116994720954389274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116994720954389274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116994720954389274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116994720954389274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/closest-one-alrights-i-am-here-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116991330802390488</id><published>2007-01-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:55:08.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a bad day. Not high not low. Just not happy. Well then finally went to translate smt that closest one&lt;3 said in different languages. It says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ik hou van u en u weet hem. zo dat glimlach omdat ik geef om. ik dat voor zei en ik beteken hem.(dutch) vederla intorno il tesoro (italian)pienso que este total que traduce la cosa es divertido(spanish) bem acabarei aqui. último de justo. ama-o(portuguese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In english its suppose to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'I love you and you know it. so smile because i care. i said that before and i mean it. see you around darling. i think this whole transating thing is fun. alright i shall end here. just one last one. love you. brighten up my day baby'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it came out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'I love you and you know him. so that smile because I give round. I that furrow said and I mean him' to see it around the treasury' I think that this total that translates the thing is amused' well I will finish here. last of fair. loves-the'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! How weird. Never trust website translations mans! Hah. Well, at least that made me smile a little. translation website so anyhow! Nonsensical stuff! Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116991330802390488?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116991330802390488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116991330802390488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116991330802390488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116991330802390488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116982760640906319</id><published>2007-01-26T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:06:46.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I'll be just fine, pretending i'm not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is friday. Thank God! Can sleep late already! Met closest one&lt;3 for dinner! (: Seen her everyday for 2 weeks straight already. Sianz. Haha! Just kidding. School is fine. But for some reason i'm starting to feel stress already. Its only the fourth week of school. Everything seems just wrong. And like one whole chunk of things just anyhow drop. Hah. Maybe i shall start taking heroin to relieve tension! Lol. Ahyah, i wanted to blog but i got nothing much to say. No mood. Ohkay, i'm having a tummy ache now. Ouch. Why doesnt people find rain cute with short hair? Come on lah, even janice chan's mother went for the concert. Hah! Well, at least favourite&lt;3 likes him too. Adios! I'm hungry. =D Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need something average&lt;br /&gt;will someone please just give me&lt;br /&gt;Hit me, knock me out&lt;br /&gt;and let me go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116982760640906319?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116982760640906319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116982760640906319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116982760640906319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116982760640906319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/ill-be-just-fine-pretending-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116947850310872605</id><published>2007-01-22T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:08:23.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Its already the fourth week of school. Time passes really fast this year. Gosh. Anyways, closest one is sick. But i still dont believe its cause of pasta mania. Its so huh? How can? So silly. Hah. Oh wells. Just get well soon bestest closest one! (: HEE! Nice to see you so many times today anyways (: I'm scared of ferng po zhi's class. Eileen keeps touching me during class. And she says my complexion is smooth and tender. Make me sound like some chicken skin! HAHAH! And next to me is angela Foo! she's a drug taker, i'm a smoker and gurleen is a alcoholic. Hah! Angela foo takes pills from pushing it up her butt and injects needles through her cheeks! Hah! Strange right? I know (: Alright i got to get back to my work again. And i dont know how to do maths. I feel so loser. Lol. Adios! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116947850310872605?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116947850310872605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116947850310872605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116947850310872605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116947850310872605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116939096584625953</id><published>2007-01-21T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:49:25.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who stole the shoe from the music room? You stole the shoe from the music room. Who me? Yes you! Couldn't be, then who? Haha. I will respect others and their property. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, i miss favourite! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;         and closest one&lt;br /&gt;                            right now!&lt;br /&gt;Well actually not really missing closest one (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyways, i'm gonna start buying teenage mag now. Hah! Those mms colums are so funny. And my horoscope says today is my love days. But someone threw my love away today. And she is stupid kimbelly! She is the meanest! Tsk! She is such a horrible horrible heartbreaker! ): LOL! I dont like her! I hate you! HAHAHA! So on the ride home, talks with prettyone. I'm shy. Haha! Not so open minded as you! Alrighty, off to catch csi miami and my hw. Gosh! (: Favourite favourite! I miss you alot lehhzzxx! Haha! Okey dokey! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna slap/punch/kick/throwtable at you FOOL. Stupid idiotic moronic freak! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*( How can i even thought you were nice? Gosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116939096584625953?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116939096584625953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116939096584625953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116939096584625953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116939096584625953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-stole-shoe-from-music-room-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116870222012026051</id><published>2007-01-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:30:20.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its not how smart of how dumb you think you are, but its how hard you work to become (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Today was fine. Got up a little grouchy. Now still grouchy though. Hah. Dont feel like replying anything. Just reached home not long. Learn something in leaders conference today, 'to love the God above is no worry, but to love the saints below is another story.' Nice eh? Hah. Today angeline's celebration too? She can go clubbing already, go play and go gay, while I still got to wait. Hah. Oh but new year resolution says no more drinking. Tsk. But at least can watch NC16 shows already. Yay! Too bad still cant drive.&lt;br /&gt;School sucks at first but now it is fine? The discipline case about shoes is funny. Its just shoes &gt;.&lt; And they made such a big deal abt it. Like get real please. No shoe buy lor, or wear phua chu kang boots! Our school got 2 pairs of boots lying arnd for you, some sec 2 to choose already. Hah. And who the hell gets caught for bushy hair? HAHA! Archiac school. Teachers are bias, school is depressing. Other than that i'm fine. Homeroom is just sucky with the climbing of stairs, if not its okay. Get to see ppl more often! (: Teos pe class is torture! Or maybe i'm just too weak. Ahh who cares. I shall head to bed already. Tmr got a stack of stuffs for me to do! Shoots! And i dont even have a day to sleep till 9! Rahhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidos! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116870222012026051?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116870222012026051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116870222012026051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116870222012026051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116870222012026051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-not-how-smart-of-how-dumb-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116852372776093160</id><published>2007-01-11T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:57:11.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;School sucks ):&lt;br /&gt;Lose or gain?&lt;br /&gt;Tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;And i feel vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116852372776093160?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116852372776093160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116852372776093160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116852372776093160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116852372776093160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116774940855536882</id><published>2007-01-02T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:50:13.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, went blading at ECP. While everyone was rushing their homework, we went blading. Haha! We are the bestest. Okay, so went blading. Eliza wasnt really good, (i didnt say she sucks. I just said not really good). She fell 10 times (: Ahma, ah gong, auntie, uncle all laugh at her. Haha! You guys should have seen the shocked faces of the passerbys! Oh, her last fall made me fall. Cause i was behind her and saw the way she fell and laughed till i went out of control. So another new year resolution, be nice to eliza (: But still, i should have snapped a few pictures! Haha. Oh yah, she cant go from the pavement/grass to the path we should blade. I think most of the time she fell there, till she gave up and decided to crawl. She seriously crawl, squart down and crawl, no kidding. Lie to you all also no money to take. Then from the food court, she see the slope, kana shock. And crawled up, stand up and blade. Haha, bestest of the best (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, headed to ps in a cab. SHA1152M? The comfort taxi driver was really nice! Haha! He laugh with us please. Got there, wanted to watch night at the museum. Yous hould have seen the queue. Madness. Went to cine, all sold out. didnt want to watch it without jasmine. Sat at BK drink water. People watch, talked abt guys we like to have. Haha! Saw gays &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; Then later headed home i think. Helped my bro cut his hair until so nice. But my dad thinks its unacceptable, so he shaved it off. And now he looks like a totally gay! My bro cried when we cut his hair. He wanted to have long hair. And my mum said again that we should have a sex change. I think we got hormones problems! Hormones got mixed up i think. HAHA! Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is school. Buggee is coming back to visit (: I should start having my school spirit! HAHA! But the school's paint job is so depressing ): Cement/concrete everywhere. My trees all no more. No more insipration, no more volleywatching. Wahh, very very sad lehh! Hah! Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116774940855536882?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116774940855536882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116774940855536882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116774940855536882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116774940855536882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-went-blading-at-ecp.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116767437958577073</id><published>2007-01-02T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:59:39.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 little duk went out one day, Over the hills and far away. Mother duck went quack quack quack, only 4 little ducks came back? LOL! i still dont get it. I dont think its like that either! Amanda, you must be teach wrongly! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh okay, new year's here. Different classes. Oh wells, at least i got Roopoo(poopee and her new name. Nice right?) and OONN for my entertainment! (: I hope they really do though. Haha! Cause i'm counting on them to make life not so tormenting. Hoho! And everyone is summarising their year. Well, i'm not. I have no idea what to summarise. I just really thank god for another year that just gone by. And friends who makes everything so much better. Serene, we better highlight or dye our hair red next year. Since we are seniors! I hope we can! No more cca as a hinderance! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolution. Hmms,&lt;br /&gt;-take lots of stupid pictures with favourite &lt;3 Spastic ones, and study with favourite. Favourite, i know you can do much much better this year! Dont let me down alright! Cheers! (:&lt;br /&gt;-Or rather pictures with eeepy eeepo, buggee, roopoo! As memory(:&lt;br /&gt;-Stop drinking&lt;br /&gt;-Learn to love ppl i dont like (:&lt;br /&gt;-Be fiercer! (Prove to Roopoo i can be fierce)&lt;br /&gt;-Stop saying vulgarities that much!&lt;br /&gt;-Good grades of course!&lt;br /&gt;-Persuade kimbelly to go to woodbridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! new year resolution is really rubbish. I hadnt really thought of anything. Its just random stuff that comes to my mind right now since Favourite&lt;3 ask me to update. Today is such a tiring day. I wanted to say smt, but i forgotten again! Oh wells, I better go to sleep! If not no energy for tmr! Tsk! HAHA! Sleep sleep! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116767437958577073?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116767437958577073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116767437958577073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116767437958577073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116767437958577073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/5-little-duk-went-out-one-day-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116741403409782481</id><published>2006-12-30T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:01:23.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is gonna be a emo post on the top. Inspired by watching too much of 'two bush mountains'. Haha. Some quotes they made were really true. Got me thinking, so i took it down. but below is really vulgar so you can dont read the bottom. But it's for fun. Thanks to eliza! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire, the other is to gain it. Tragedies happen. What are you gonna do, give up quit? NO! I realised now that when your heart breaks you have to fight like hell to make sure your still alive, cause you are. The pain you feel, is life. The confusion and fear is there to remind you that someone out there is something better. And that something is worth fighting for. Well, sometimes you can get everything you wanted, and everything you wish for, but sometimes, in a way, you lose even more. Like your hearts desire. As we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things we think makes our lives better, money, popularity, we ignore this simple things like friendship, family, the things we already had. Yes losing your heart's desire your heart's desire is tragic, but gaining your heart's desire is all you can hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So hey pretty one! And your friend whom you were talking too, hah. Losing your heart's desire, or rather not gaining it at all, isnt all that. You still got to live your life. Dont numb yourself with all the crying and depression thingy or whatever. That's just ups and downs we all have to go through. You still got to go through with life. Time doesnt stop there for you to grief out your sorrows. Time just keep going like how your life does. So live it. Spend it wisely. I know its hard to stop what your heart's desire. I know its easier said then done. But its not really healthy to hang on for so long either. The longer you hold on, the harder it is to let go. So yeah, just give it a try though it hurts? Its obviously better than sitting there and cant do anything at all. And do know that i'm always supporting you, providing you with tissue paper, even if you do hold on (: i got your back alright! YAY! Handsome one loves you! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;songlist- jimmy eat world: hear me you(may angles lead you in) _________________________________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Studied with mandy today. Eliza that fucking cheebye! She's suppose to be there at 3 and in the end drag to 8.30 when we are suppose to leave at 9.00. What's her fucking problem? KAN NI NAH! Sibei tulan! I very angry with her! She is so dumb lah. People talking about those kind of hats and she ask whether its japanese wear that kind of hat. Na bei lah! JAPANESE WEAR HELMETS NOT HATS! THEY WEAR HELMETS WHICH IS IN ARMY GREEN COLOUR AND HAVE A JAPAN SIGN ON THEM! She's fucking stupid, i swear. Si bak kao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1327/640/1600/630003/eliza..5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1327/640/200/946470/eliza..5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pathetic lah. What kind of hell she live in man? She's damn bloody weird lah. The stupidest and most embarrassing cheebye of all times. Or rather everyday! Ta mah de. What a friend i have found. She can go lou sai, eat sai, he sai, everyday for all i care mans. KANASAI! She calls me lan jiao wannabe! FINE! YOU ARE A FREAKING CHAO CHEEBYE! SMELLY SMELLY! EEE ELIZA IS SMELLY! A SMELLY CHEEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know that's not a very nice thing to do, but oh wells. HAHA! she's writing one on me so i write back lor. And i have not been so vuglar in my entire life. OH MANS STUPID CHEEBYE! YOU INFLUENCED ME! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, Imma Eliza Teo! says:&lt;br /&gt;no i am having a hard time trying to list out all the hokien vulgarities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see i told you she's not nice. She's trying to find all the vulgarities to scold me. TSK! CHEEBYE! =D HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1327/640/1600/699945/DSC00341_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1327/640/200/694855/DSC00341_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Haha! those times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I drew a perfect picture of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Or rather almost perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But anyways i still love my FUCKING CHEEBYE alot lahh huh! Even though she do really stupid stuff! But its good that she does stupid stuff. If not life would really be a bore you know! (: STUPID CHEEBYE! YOU MAKE ME SAD! KAN NI NAH LAH YOU! And i'll miss her like fucking alot next year! Really really! I have no one to bully anymore! OR I will maybe even miss your super chao chao pe pants that never wash that's always blocking my view of volley watching! Its seriously chao chao, but oh wells. CHEEBYE I WILL MISS ALOT OKAY! MISS ME ALOT TOO! COME AND KNOCK ON MY CLASS DOOR! IF YOU DONT YOU WILL REALLY BE A CHEEBYE! LOVES MUCH! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116741403409782481?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116741403409782481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116741403409782481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116741403409782481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116741403409782481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-gonna-be-emo-post-on-top.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116732278415704555</id><published>2006-12-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:19:44.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`CHERYLLERS! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;DEEEEEPOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Moral revolution says:&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEPOO&lt;br /&gt;`CHERYLLERS! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;Moral revolution says:&lt;br /&gt;AWWW&lt;br /&gt;`CHERYLLERS! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;Go dedicate one whole post to me. NOW. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;`CHERYLLERS! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;`CHERYLLERS! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;but still, NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYLLERS! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG DEEPO.&lt;br /&gt;`CHERYLLERS! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;Youre nuts.&lt;br /&gt;`CHERYLLERS! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;OH FINE LAHH, GO WATCH YOUR TWO BUSH MOUNTAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(later)&lt;br /&gt;'CHERYLLERS! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;GO BLOG NOW NOW NOWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms maybe that's why she says she missed me. Cause she wants me to dedicate one whole post to her! And shit, i fell into her trap with her 'i miss yous'. Tsk! Oh wells. Alright Eeepy Eeepo(?), here's one for you. I scared of you already mans. HAHA! I had to sacrifice my ONE TREE HILL, the part when i'm bout to cry, just to dedicate you a post which you ORDERED me to! And the worst part is you called it TWO BUSH MOUNTAINS! You even called me nuts! I'm so disappointed in you Eeepy Eeepo! TSK! But dont worry i still love you lahh though your eeepy. Dont be sad, but be honoured and happy! HAHA! And school is starting like next week. I cant see you in school anymore! Except the 3rd or 4th week your coming for some award. I can only look forward to that day within those weeks. No more looking forward to school that much already. Tsk. How? Arent you sad? HAHA! Hey you should dedicate a post for me too since i did! HAHA! I shall continue with the sad part. No more celebrating birthdays together already! And its really cool to like come out of the womb exactly one year after you! And i really regretted not going to your prom to see and take photo with you mans! Now i dont even have a memorable one! Okay, i dont want to say sad things anymore. We should still keep the christmas spirit alive! Hahaha! So yeah! I want to see you really soon eeepy eeepo! Havent seen you for months i think! I MISS YOU EEEPY EEEPO! Stop dying and burying yourself next to me! (: LOVELOVE! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116732278415704555?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116732278415704555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116732278415704555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116732278415704555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116732278415704555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/12/cheryllers-says-deeeeepooo-moral.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116697630196050448</id><published>2006-12-24T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:06:05.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, someone tell me why is it merry christmas not happy christmas like all the other events like happy birthday, happy new year and all! HAHA! Anyways to save my bills, i shall just type merry christmas here to people. So dont come after me if you dont receive my msg. I didnt forget abt you, you and you all! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:260%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                          EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;! (: (: &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah i know i'm such a cheater)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116697630196050448?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116697630196050448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116697630196050448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116697630196050448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116697630196050448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-someone-tell-me-why-is-it-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116680997063876516</id><published>2006-12-23T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:01:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kimbelly (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay kimbelly, delication for you like you wanted. Why does so many people want a delication from me for them? Haha! Its gonna be crap anyways. Oh and to show you my sincerity, i'm typing with 2 fingers. Smarter than you who types with one and cant type an exclaimation mark cause your only using one finger to type. How silly of you (: and caps are nice. But i dont wanna use them here. It looks like i'm frustrated or smt. HAHAHA! Hmms, okay let me start from your israel trips. Uhh, oh your emails! I'm always looking forward for those! They really made my day and i'm still keeping the note. Hah! See lah, you go israel, make me miss you on saturdays so much. Saturday was miserable man. Tsk! That's how impt you are. I think i have told you many times already anyways. So you should know your importance by now. HAHA! And surprisingly you missed me the most! HAHA! So touched (: Well, and now your back. Even weirder than usual for that day but at least you were back! And i was so nice to stay up with you cause you had jetlag. Before you left i talked to you till late at night and early in the morning i woke up to say bye! And all my mars bars i have to bring for you! I sacrifice so much la. Hahaha! You should repay me someday! And lastly, yes yes your a hot and smart babe! (: Omg its talking very long for me to type. Using only 2 fingers is so frustrating. Oh wells! I shall end here. I LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE YOU! &lt;33 YAY I WIN! THERE'S 8 'LOVE'! DONT FIGHT WITH ME! HAHA! FANCY KETCHUP PLEASE! (: -waves and bows. 12days of christmas! (: dont you love me much more now? Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116680997063876516?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116680997063876516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116680997063876516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116680997063876516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116680997063876516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/12/kimbelly-okay-kimbelly-delication-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116619495073082881</id><published>2006-12-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:02:30.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kaboosh. Okay i learnt one thing abt fangs house. You can never get much sleep there. So yeah, that's my night. Hah and before that was bbq. Naomi and I find it so disturbing when guys wear those kind of trunks to swim. Its like YUCK! Cover up la. Hah! For the first time i feel so lucky that i have my mens. Poor clara and josh got dumped into the pool. So yeah, thank you God! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoots! Kimbelly made my day again though she's in israel (: 2nd email so far. Yay yay! Kimbelly, your such a freak for making me miss you more! And tmr is saturday. Freak you more! BOOO! Haha! &lt;3 12 days of christmas (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and genesis wants a delication. Omg i can finally remember! I'm super duper proud of myself (: Okay so here goes, hello genesis? How are you? Haha! Siao! I didnt miss you when you were in Hong Kong, but i know you wanted me to. And you admitted that you miss me and i was the first you msged. But too bad it was after my camp so i was sleeping. Hah. Oh wells, too bad, dont be sad (: this part of the post is for you only, so all the more dont sad. Hoho! And can you please stop being fussy, make my life very stress. Haha! Omg i feel so rubbishy, i better stop or i will become crazyyy! So yeah. Byebye! LOL! (: See you soon! Like in less then 3 weeks time &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116619495073082881?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116619495073082881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116619495073082881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116619495073082881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116619495073082881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/12/kaboosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116567997073516425</id><published>2006-12-09T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:08:05.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My phone is screwed. No one received my replies today. I had to call. Well I guess at least it can help me with my saving of msges. YAY! People dont be sad hor. HAHA! Whoots (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways hospital attachment is over. Saw porn for 3 days straight. Wahh, all saggy please. Tsk, not nice to see but damn disgusting. And one ahgong wanted us to buy cigs for him and his so stubborn. The other one was a indian. His so funny but weird as well. All of them are so cute. But some realy suffered. I feel so sad for them. Tsk! Monday, judith opened a packet of chili and it sort of spurt onto the pillar and the pond with fishes. HAH! And on friday, i kept sleeping. I tried sleeping standing up, but i cant! Didnt really sleep for camp, so i went to the guest louge and slept while watching tv. We took alot of breaks i tell you! HAH! I keep sleeping while jacintha reads her magazine. But overall its actually not bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And camps are over! Waterbomb was fun. I think many slipped and fell. Its funny but so sad. Hah! We poured pails of water over each other. And slide down the car park with water. Its rather fun but not suppose to be like that. It was suppose to be my game but ended up many people fell so, yeah. Fun mans! Oh, gen snored very loud. His the only guy sleeping at our area cause the guys rooms were super cold. They said they were trying to freeze the cockroach. But obviously, we will be the first to be frozen as humans. Tsk! So dumb. HAH! Oh yeah he snored very loud, cordelia went to put the microphone there and the whole place was like !!! Kept waking up, didnt get much sleep. Came home and my new aircon was fixed so yay! slept for 14 hours i think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Kimbelly you are going to israel on monday. I'm so gonna miss you man! Miss me too! Cut and paste the note onto a piece of paper, print it out and bring it there with you and think of me! HAHA! Pang sai. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116567997073516425?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116567997073516425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116567997073516425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116567997073516425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116567997073516425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-phone-is-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116515444516071352</id><published>2006-12-03T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:25:12.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Camp was ok-ok. But towards the end was good. Kimkong actually do make a difference in my church life. Be touched! HAH! The shirt is nice, though it doesnt look like any castle.. The water was cold, there were frogs, many stars(: So romantic just that i went with the wrong people. HOHO!Anyways, i'm very angry that i didnt go for the sec 4's grad night. I know it has been days but i still havent gotten over it. I wanna see how hot Eeepo is! Tsk! I could have taken a picture with her! I dont have any of her pictures to keep as memory! Double tsk! I'm annoyed Eeepo! ): i shouldnt have went home and sleep after camp. Pang sai la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, went to vivo first. It was the grand opening. My mum wants me to go there and buy vege. 3 bundles for 45cents, tomato(100g for 12cents). Normally is like a few dollars or smt. So she expects me to carry a plastic bag with veges for concert? Siao! Later went vs concert. Eh jasmine! TERENCE! HAHA! His damn good looking from far. WE keep starring. Jasmine please note that its not only me hor. When he sat down you also still starring. HAH! But when we see him face to face, we ran away and laugh. Until now still talking abt terence. Tsk you jasmine! But still cute la. I'm gonna take saxaphone classes with demelza and jasmine. I hope we cant pass man! I wanna play for my husband. And he cant play the trumpet for my pet elephant. HAHA! Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you more more than the sun and the stars&lt;br /&gt;like the caramel in a mars bar&lt;br /&gt;your words reach right into my heart&lt;br /&gt;like a cherry on top of a chocolate fudge cake&lt;br /&gt;you top the best things in life&lt;br /&gt;making it so much more worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;and yes however far the ocean has seperated us&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember and treasure you&lt;br /&gt;so your african dagger will never be needed&lt;br /&gt;and even if someone else does bring me joy just like how you do&lt;br /&gt;take comfort in the fact that&lt;br /&gt;you will always be the first &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;always and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kimbelly ah, kimbelly you really made my heart sink(: Loves-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116515444516071352?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116515444516071352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116515444516071352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116515444516071352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116515444516071352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/12/camp-was-ok-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116420875437518770</id><published>2006-11-22T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:07:20.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to town yesterday. Caught step up. Tyler and nora is like so WOW tgt please. They are so cool, even when they fought. I didnt cry for the gunshot part but i did teared when tyler and nora fought. HAHA! Too bad kimbelly! You didnt get to see me tear! Muahaha. Oh clara and kimbelly is still as weird as ever. Hah. And fenyx seems to like crossing her arms. Went to billy bombers and tcc to eat! Poopee cant find tcc. So in the end we didnt meet. How sad. Tsk tsk. We gave kim and fenyx christmas presents! HAH! We ate at burger king and gave them the toy. We are so nice laa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was tv day! The tv and xbox360 day. It was on from 10 to now. Hah! I just had to play today, cause from tmr onwards, no time for them! Tsk! My room is very blue now. Hah! I feell like i'm drowning into the sea. But actually the blue is rather nice. Hoho! Anyways bye peeps! And eliza dont you dare die! Dont care about your twitchy eye while your now gone(: And did i mention my dad installed an air con in the kitchen? HAH! Say his insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahhrahh bangbang oh no! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116420875437518770?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116420875437518770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116420875437518770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116420875437518770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116420875437518770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-to-town-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116395566241234253</id><published>2006-11-20T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:01:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we did public duty. It was super slack please. Gosh. Its some exhibit. We were given 10 bucks voucher then we goteen alot of free things. I gotten 4 free radio thingy. Ended up being nice and gave up one for the sir. Hah. And i learnt today, smt it really doesnt pay to be nice please! Walao eh. Walked arnd collected more free stuffs! I WANT RAIN'S NEWEST ALBUM! He looks soo good half naked with wings and short hair? HAHAHA! Oh i took picture with a malay civil defence person. He looked so good in those suits! HAHA! OH btw, the picture is not for myself or rather my personal interest. It is to show what we did for public duty. So his picture is now in my phone. He waved/smiled/say bye to me please! My heart sank! HAHAHA! Omg and i wanna complain about how irritating persie is! Judith, grace and me were listing it all out! HAH! Persie was laughing when we tell her pelase. Wait, was she? Anyways, the last annoying thing she did was too make us wait for her for so loooong! She is such a disgrace to us. I'm so disturbed by her actions. She definitely has issues and we have tissues. HAHA! Okay, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i get to see eliza teo kaileng today! And talked to demelza only for a few secs on the phone. But at least there's a few seconds. They anyhow die somewhere, and suddenly came back to life. HAHA! Nice talking to you eliza! I have no idea i can spent a few hours just by talking to her. At least we have a heart to heart talk. HAHA! And demelza, i'm so proud of you for talking to me first! (: When we meet up one day, i will bring the paper fan along! And you can show off your hair! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm still too lazy to work. I still have my parents to throw money on the floor for me. HAHA! So i shall be lazy! And i dont wanna grow up ): I dont want to be wrinkled and ugly! HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116395566241234253?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116395566241234253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116395566241234253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116395566241234253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116395566241234253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-we-did-public-duty.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116342938535626449</id><published>2006-11-13T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:53:14.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, I think my life is rather pathetic. I can go join a begger on the street already. Just feel rather restless and moodless. I can stay in bed all day without food and not sleeping, playing xbox 360 the entire day, watching movies all over and over, well simply just lazing arnd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, i still think its a grave mistake. Maybe some things are better off left unsaid? I guess things really did change huh. I have no idea what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, this is killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eliza i missed talking to you(: Hah! Though staying away from communications is good. It makes me think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116342938535626449?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116342938535626449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116342938535626449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116342938535626449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116342938535626449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/11/firstly-i-think-my-life-is-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116256476313507540</id><published>2006-11-03T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:55:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel very very ultimate lazy today. I just dont feel like eating and just sit on my bed and watch tv. Woke up at 12 plus and watched many movies. And i just finished another one. Hah! Lunched ytd with rest. I'm suppose to wake up at 8 and wake demelza, eliza up but i left my charger at the chalet and my batt was dying, so i off-ed my phone and overslept the next morning! Sorry guys! I cant be a good kokoge, so ended up not going to school. Too hopeless already. Cause i'm very lazy and grumpy. Haha! Oh and thanks carina for tuesday! It's very nice of you! (: And i'm suddenly scared of swings. WHY?! Tsk. I shall go off now. I am too lazy to finish blogging(: Bye world, and bye you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm starting to think you suck, dont ask me why, you just do, ALOT! Why are you doing this? Tsk. Shoo mans! I dont know what to say, i just cannot stand it anymore! RUNS-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116256476313507540?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116256476313507540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116256476313507540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116256476313507540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116256476313507540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-very-very-ultimate-lazy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116204898020324570</id><published>2006-10-28T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:37:31.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kohteoliuang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/1600/PA261482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/320/PA261482.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strictly no smoking please! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/1600/PA261457.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/200/PA261457.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh unglam! And hello to volleywood, doing the volley dance with the pole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/1600/PA261452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/200/PA261452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating grass? but i was trying to lick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/1600/PA261445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/200/PA261445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us doing the ballet(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i wanna thank those we wished me! My day wasnt really happy, but you guys have made it better! So thanks once again you all! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kohteoliuang pledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, eliza, eunice, demlza, jasmine, pledge ourselves that we'll open coffeeshop despite our craziness, differences, level of intelligence and nakedness that we WILL WILL WILL WILL WILL OPEN THE COFFEESHOP AND BE LISTED and shaved bald. And promise to eat lunch at least once every month together. Whoever betrays, will have fungi mouldy butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza(:&lt;br /&gt;Hello eliza! Okay anyways, next year we will be in different class. No longer able to hear your terrible singing anymore! No longer able to sing 'get out right now to you'! No longer scolding you for stonning and waking you up by saying 'qi chuang le' anymore. No longer able to volley watch with you and your smelly felly welly pe pants hanging there blocking my view anymore. No longer having you smacking me in the head, when i say smt annoying and stupid to you. No longer hearing you say retarded words that much like BAHnana, and even high class ones like dine! No longer having study group cause you guys ar eso much smarter! Hah. NO longer drawing stupid cartoons of you. No longer, ahyah got alot. I think i shall just write a letter for you with all the no longers. Well eliza, i will miss you alot, really really alot. We had been lab partners for 3 whole years. And because of this thing, our fate of being lab partners for 5 years start to change. But dont worry! We still got memorise to keep! So let's keep in touch! And rmb what i said, you still got me(: I swear i'll be there for you! i love you alot&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demelza(:&lt;br /&gt;Hey demelza! Or rather ha- dymirza (hah demelza)! Whoots! And so the aim of being in the same class for 7 years was dashed when a teacher came in and make us have this really huge decision making thing. Well, i'm not gonna start with no longers again. Cause it makes it really looong! Anyways, i have treasured the times we spent. Especially this year! Cause you never fail to make me laugh till i get abs and collapsing on the floor, and having low tai li running towards us thinking that smt happen. No more going crazy over our bald headed obsession, bullying eliza and making a fool out of ouselves, and no more hitting you accidentally. We will have less visits to gelare to see that cute hair guy, and less visits to your house for movie marathons. Less times to make fun of eliza's 14 naked kids and talking about the farm and talking about giving me apples to count. Oh wells. I can just go on and on. But good things never last. So that's it! Yay, i will miss you very much next year, and yes, i love you alot too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/1600/PA261453.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/200/PA261453.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this picture, it is really hilarious! Eliza and demelza both jumping in the air thinking they could fly? and most imptly i took it! Just one shot and i did it! I'm good mans(: oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how next year be like,but i'm damn sure, i will miss you guys alot and things are going to change. Each of us might grow fungi mouldy butt! Thanks for the fun and joy you both gave me(: So this post is all for you guys! Sad to say but no more 4. 2 of you all, and two of me and jasmine(: Goodbye to the fun, and hello zoo! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116204898020324570?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116204898020324570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116204898020324570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116204898020324570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116204898020324570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/10/kohteoliuang.html' title='Kohteoliuang'/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116179345718972577</id><published>2006-10-26T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:24:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Build that wall up high. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause all the while i was waiting for you to talk to me, since 9plus till now. and you finally did (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Build that wall up high. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cancel your plans la, plans plans plans. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Build that wall up high. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee then i can't see you tomorrow! ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wasted days and nights says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant stand not seeing me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Build that wall up high. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Build that wall up high. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what's the point of going to school tomorrow la. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;owner(:&lt;/span&gt; Missed me then say la huh! HAHA! And see! I blogged about you! So you cant complain anymore hor! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i mention how much i love you Buggee and Eeepo? Well i do alot!&lt;br /&gt;So dont stress Buggee and for Eeepo, dont be sad eeepo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116179345718972577?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116179345718972577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116179345718972577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116179345718972577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116179345718972577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/10/build-that-wall-up-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116160915410687173</id><published>2006-10-23T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:12:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kill me please. Buggee bring me to cold storage and buy me ice and i shall choke myself to death! And merril is being so dumb today. Annoying the ass out of shiyun but it was quite funny though. I wanted to use caps but i think it would make the post very exaggerated. There will still be kohteoliuang or at least kohliu coffeeshop okay. Stop being such a stubborn head jasmine. Your making me sad ): You can do it okay! your not dumb and stupid. Your actually really smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITE bishan here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116160915410687173?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116160915410687173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116160915410687173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116160915410687173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116160915410687173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/10/kill-me-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116126970432024823</id><published>2006-10-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:58:54.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;owner(:&lt;/span&gt; today and ytd. She's mean and evil! Laughing at those peeps dancing. Tsk! And i'm so nice to fan her durin gtrng ytd. Tsk. Anyways &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;owner(:&lt;/span&gt; your missed! I hope you grow soon! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday had grooming course. Our instrutor looked like a gorilla in a tutu. She looked so weird with her big nostrils and thick red lipstick and purple, smt eye shadow. The lipstick made her look like garfield's gf and the eye shadow is just weird la. I think i can have a better dressing sense than her when i'm girly. I cant believe she actually graduated from aus la. Her hair was spiked like some bean sprout. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was quite boring. The dance is damn stupid. Me and some freaks(: were practically playing a fool. Jumping here and there and anyhow turn as if the whole hall was ours. Hah, walked in and out like so many times. Almost had to do it on stage, good thing my female reproduction problems saved me! HAHA! Played gameboy for a while during the nyaa talk. Super boring la. And demelza didnt come. We were suppose to connect our cables for pokemon. But mine got virus! And my mirror in my wallet broke! Mr eng can be quite annoying. Oh wells, i'm going to sleep early today! But not just yet, so goodnight people(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two faces shitheads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116126970432024823?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116126970432024823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116126970432024823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116126970432024823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116126970432024823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/10/saw-owner-today-and-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116110004551886482</id><published>2006-10-17T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:47:25.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didnt go to school today. Didnt felt like going. But i was bored. Way too bored till i ended up doing maths. It's stupid, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, didnt see &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wner(:&lt;/span&gt; today. So sad eh. But it's okay, there's always a tmr right?(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116110004551886482?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116110004551886482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116110004551886482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116110004551886482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116110004551886482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/10/didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116101585384234839</id><published>2006-10-16T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:35:42.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello coconuts! (: i'm calling everyone coconuts today! And eliza doesnt like me calling her that. And she's so angry till she said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&gt;it's not suppose to feel this way says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop calling my coconut friend, i will spank you butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&gt;it's not suppose to feel this way says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell everyone that you have a big mole on your butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a mole on my butt for goodnesss sake! But even if i have one, i will cry if you whack it! But at least i made her life. I spice up her life when she's sad mans! See for yourself! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&gt;it's not suppose to feel this way says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit you, you made me laugh becus im imaginating my spanking your mole now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&gt;it's not suppose to feel this way says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not suppose to laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&gt;it's not suppose to feel this way says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to be sad. so shit you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Talking to her can be so nonsensical, laugh till i get abs please. I think sooner or later i can appear on the health magazine. Like what demelza said. We might appear like bald, shagged skin, armpit hair, wearing a bikini, with 6 abs and a mole sticking out from our butts. HAHA! And we will be known as the kohteoliuang, the only coffeshop with women having similar moles on butts! And tmr is gonna be a mass ponning session(: Poor eliza, she will be there in class by herself playing uno with chiochio ahmani. Lunched with demelza, eliza and amanda today. As usual we never failed to not laugh. Haha We went popular, library and the cool guy from gelare has nice hair. Afterwards head home. i felt super sleepy. I was playing xbox and end up sleeping half way la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;owner's(:&lt;/span&gt; turn to say goodnight to me! Hah how nice of her(: And yes i didnt see you today! I missed you too &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;owner(:&lt;/span&gt;! Anyways shall stop now. I cant think of anything to blog, and i'm feeling kinda rahrah now. So byebye guys(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smt is keeping me away from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116101585384234839?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116101585384234839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116101585384234839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116101585384234839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116101585384234839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-coconuts-im-calling-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116093057913173340</id><published>2006-10-16T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T01:04:40.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd let you walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure I'd be ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Okay this is for you&lt;/span&gt; owner(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;my one and only beloved&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;owner(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Owner&lt;/span&gt; i think your damn sweet suddenly(: And yes, i'm very touched with what you said in your blog(: Hah, i'm not used to it though. But since your nice, i shall be nice too! Good thing you still have a year to go in this school, or i'll seriously miss your being and nonsense, most importantly calling you shorty, cause i feel tall standing next to you! And dont worry when your gone, i wont forget you. I will rmb you as the one who destroys my books, who lives in an imaginary castle and with an imaginery prince. I hope i can see you on monday! I wont mind carrying your bags for you, but i might still go against you, cause that's the reason why we can always exchange laughs with stupid stuffs coming out from our mouths like the cctv thing. Hah! Alright i shall stop here, there's still many more but i lazy! See you arnd &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;owner&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;Be very touched. and notice the smileys next to your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;buggee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things dont usually last. But there's always memories to keep. As secondary school life ends, we can never change what's been and gone. At least we had our times at the bball court, and i'll just annoy the crap outta you, but you will just never get annoyed. So dont be sad! I will miss you as much as you do. And like what i said, unless you forget me, there's no such thing as you wont see me. And i wont be gone(: Keep that in mind alright! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye world. i feel like studying now. Hah, life is bored without studies suddenly. Omg omg. Tsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116093057913173340?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116093057913173340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116093057913173340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116093057913173340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116093057913173340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/10/id-let-you-walk-away-im-sure-id-be-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116084389239160322</id><published>2006-10-15T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:38:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;If your heart's not in it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to blog. I'm bored. Technology isnt good enough to entertain me. Hah. Mooncake festival, i didnt get to see the moon. We played with sparkles, kimberloo was scared. Ahyah she's pratically scared of everything. She cried in stay alive la! I was laughing and she's crying. Oh the guys were burning dog poo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponned founders day, stayed at home and sleep then later went ps to meet those 2 crazy women. Brought along 2 jackets and a tissue box for them. And world trade center wasnt that sad. Seriously no tension at all. It was like straight away 9/11 already. I wasnt even crying, you can say i laughed. I even wanted to sleep. But those 2 dangerous women beside me keep whacking me, especially the one on my left. When she whack i feel itchy. Used the tissue box to scratch myself, and later when i met seetoh the tissue had used! Haha cause seetoh is sick. I'm her santa for the day! I waited 1 hour for her! Cause i was early, and she was rather late.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, everything is not very fine. I hate being used. And next week is post exam activities. Shoots, it will be very boring. I shall bring gameboy to play! LIKE REAL! Haha. Omg, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;owner&lt;/span&gt; i suddenly thought of you, i think i missed you! Cause you didnt abuse me and my books for lie 12345 weeks already. Shit this is gonna make you damn ego la. Oh wells, bye dudes and dudettes(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please dont try to take &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what you dont feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116084389239160322?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116084389239160322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116084389239160322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116084389239160322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116084389239160322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-your-hearts-not-in-it-here-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-116014676352086712</id><published>2006-10-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:59:23.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm here, trying hard to understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying so hard to understand the situation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You betrayed my trust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give up. Two choices to make.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should i get up and leave, or just say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, those sentence up there very cool right? I was bored so i decided with come up with something sad since heartbreaks and players are so commonly heard. Whoots, finally i can wipe away my tears of doom. Cause bangbang, all papers are down! But now gotta look forward to our results. Oh no. I'm gonna fail geog, bio, poa, chem, maths any thing that i took. And to the streesed human from my tag; exams are over. No need to feel like killing yourself already(: I'm gonna enjoy myself while i can. Xbox360, your all mine, my everything! HAHA! And wednesday was damn funny. Going out with the future baldheads are damn crappy. And i so wasnt that excited when we go the police okay. It's just cool though i very much prefer to call. And i wanna confess smt, after hearing abt ju on i'm damn scared of everything. Hah, now i dont dare to watch stay alive. Thanks ah janice ng. Big thank yous for refreshing my memory on ju on. Scully i watch stay alive and i dont play my xbox i'm gonna scream at you. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your just &lt;em&gt;too little too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not missing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-116014676352086712?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/116014676352086712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=116014676352086712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116014676352086712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/116014676352086712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-here-trying-hard-to-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115954122115891949</id><published>2006-09-29T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:47:01.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paper of today. English and SS. SS is damn boring i tell you. Eck. Last night i study till i fell asleep three times. Lame stuff please. I thought the bible tells us to not live in the past, so why are we studying all this merger crap? HAHA! Good thing i only focused mostly on the protestants stuff and it came out! I didnt manage to do thought, i forgotten how to write. Ended up writing sss like some lit paper, like how i feel and so on. Damn crappy and for source questions i even included iraq in the picture. So tell me i'm gonna fail(: and hengheng is marking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And studying makes me fat. Absolutely not able to exercise and gorging down junk food like macs 3-5 times a week will just kill me la. And i was just at macs. My blood vessels with just get clot up and get me a stroke or smt. HAH! A random thing, my grandma can win the noble award for being so loyal to axe oil. She's a great promoter and buyer of it too. Tsk, and beetles are her best friends. My grandma is very weird. HAHA! She might be able to clique with amanda species. Eliza is a very strong person, i just dont have this guts to like intercept her or smt. She likes to take smt and whack my head. But she's quite good with aiming but lazy! Demelza is lazy and lousy with aiming. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level music people are very weird. I feel so normal being with them. HAHA! No wonder genesis is exactly as weird. But not so bad la huh. I shall be nice(: Oh and you owe me 2 apples for my maths exam! I need those to do calculations. Omg, my legs suddenly cram. It seems like i have pins and needles poking me! ahh! Alright so goodbye dude and dudettes(: Study hard, god bless everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hello you, i think you suck! Shooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115954122115891949?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115954122115891949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115954122115891949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115954122115891949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115954122115891949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/09/paper-of-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115893314919981896</id><published>2006-09-22T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:03:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished moodswinging 360 degrees. I'm back perfectly fine. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways oral went rather smooth la, but how can the teacher judge me by my orange, outstanding specs? Tsk. But for both oral, was like crapping all the way and i think AngHuiLeng is damn funny. Clay marble gives her inspiration to go to cambodia? damn joker la she. Hah. Today is compo day(: Super messy, i just kept cancelling and cancelling. Went to shit during eng, fell asleep half way writing chi compo. I seriously dont know what to write. So i was thinking half way and fell asleep. Good thing mdm zalena woke me up. She's so coooool, just like her husband. That reminds me. I feel like dating a malay guy. Cause they are hot! Example, Mohammud(: Hottie hothot hottie=D I think kimberlooo sounds like kangarooo! HAHA. Okay i'm done destressing. Back to the books(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Annoying annoyance who are annoying the hell outta me. Good thing you guys stop, or i might just shoot you down or smt. What you guys did are quite rude. Super interferring and it bugs me like crazy man. I dont know what you guys are up to. Fancy spreading stuffs around and if we dont pick up your phone call or getting someone else to pick up, the next day, you will be saying how bad we are and blahblahblah. Mind your mouth man and just shut your trap up la huh. You guys started it, and now sort of putting the blame on us? Thanks alot freaks.&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/13252269-115893314919981896?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115893314919981896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115893314919981896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115893314919981896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115893314919981896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-finished-moodswinging-360.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115858667343186407</id><published>2006-09-18T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:37:53.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;People wont want to know how much you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; till they know how much you cared(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to type this nice phrase long ago but i kept forgetting. Sy rogers i good, i miss him. HAHA! I wnna date a malay guy and marry a dutch. I'm gonna fulfill that thought when i'm outta this school. And did i mention sitting next to eliza is so distracting. She kept making me want to sing Leave(get out) by jojo in her face. Or  maybe cause her 3 chins are so nice to look at. Anyways i think i miss sitting next to mandy. Oh wells, i just gotta bear with eliza for a while longer and i'm free from her smelly pants which she forgotten to bring home. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cause all of the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Are fading away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Take what you need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And be on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;stop crying your heart out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115858667343186407?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115858667343186407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115858667343186407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115858667343186407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115858667343186407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/09/people-wont-want-to-know-how-much-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115832737156908717</id><published>2006-09-15T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:38:21.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/1600/stupid..6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/200/stupid..4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/1600/stupid..5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/200/stupid..3.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The day I sat next to eliza&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how i drew eliza, abit blur though. Too bad you guys cant see her triple chin. And i was looking at her while drawing this, so it should look like her alot! Hah, like real! okay but this is my image of her. Hah fancy being her partner for almost everything kills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sitting next to eliza. And she is lousy at hangman, she cant spell my name and grass. I cant believe she is even my lab partner for 3 years. TSK! Okay, continuing, she is lousy, she cant pronounce deoxygenated and relatively. She's weird, talks alot of rubbish, smts mumble to herself, she has no fringe, she has sexual desires, even if she's awake it makes no difference if she's asleep and she's boringgg but at least she understands me, so it isnt that bad. Something is wrong with her and everyone agrees but she kept saying she's not. So chher up Eliza! HAHA! She rather read her book then laugh and talk with us. So sad please, she made everyone sad. She's out of the world as she said she is seriously living in mars! So go and eat your favourite food, mars bar la eliza! Hah And i think you influenced me to be slow in response and brain dead. My gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better stop stonning man, or i will really pull your hair and make you bald and ask demelza to help me shine it for you! I will definately provide the polisher and cloth! Haha, and volley watch is fun, it's not my head problem is your eyes too small and your pe pants hanging in the middle of my view, smelly and ugly with your cool black hanger. Tsk you own a hanger but cant play hangman! Such a louser please. And please stop sleeping or lying on your bag. Those are bad habits, so by asking you to qi chuang and hitting the mathematical set with a metal ruler screaming qi chuang is good training and discipline for you okay! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay blogging about her is so boring just like her. haha kidding, so i shall just continue with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda brings weird stuff. The fake spider is like scaring people and i like to blow the fart thing. Haha. I want her to bring fake rats! Oh and this Mr Eng guy is gonna teach us. He is damn weird until cannot weird. And he likes to raise his eyebrows just like me! He slangs nicely with a nice low voice but he mumbles. And his gonna teach us lit. How are we going to know what his saying? MY GOSH. Everyone fail please. And if Ms heng is marking our SS, i will be failing humans my 1st time in my entire life! @#$%^&amp;amp;*(@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And serena is very good in talking about life, superb and talking about possitive stuffs. Whereas jasmine influences me to be depress. Good thing amanda doesnt get depress easily. Poor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarecrow, scarecrow where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115832737156908717?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115832737156908717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115832737156908717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115832737156908717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115832737156908717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-i-sat-next-to-eliza-thats-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115772924141593342</id><published>2006-09-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:27:21.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AUDREY LIM WEI SHI IS MAKING ME DAMN DAMN(x10) JEALOUS!&lt;br /&gt;@#$%^&amp;!@#$%^&amp;amp;@#$%^&amp;*(* omg, whywhywhywhywhywhywhy?&lt;br /&gt;Ctys how can you do this to me? HAH!&lt;br /&gt;I FEEEL LIKE BOXING HER! THIS IS SO UNFAIR! EYER!&lt;br /&gt;OMG I"M TURNING MADD!&lt;br /&gt;GO SHOUT YAHOO AND JUMP DOWN THE BUILDING NOW AUDREY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding :D but i'm still jealous. ROARS!&lt;br /&gt;And caps are nice! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you dont know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and you dont even care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115772924141593342?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115772924141593342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115772924141593342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115772924141593342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115772924141593342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/09/audrey-lim-wei-shi-is-making-me-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115764447558928108</id><published>2006-09-07T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:54:35.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/1600/uss!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/1600/d.f.e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/200/d.f.e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like going to toys R us so i put this picture up which reminds me of the fun we had there, like little kids(: Too bad demelza is in canada dying on the roller coaster if she did sat on it, cant act dumb and weird like fangs with me. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is so short. Friday is tmr and school is starting soon and EOYS are coming! Pang sai! Jasmine and I should start getting ready the funds to start our KohLiu coffeeshop. No more Ang and Teo. They are too smart already. They get to keep their hair, Eliza gets to have 14 kids with clothes on, demelza gets to be a rich and busy woman while we are gonna shave our heads cause we are too poor to cut and buy shampoo and we WILL polish it on our wedding day. Make it extra shiny. Byebye my future-to-be dutch husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet was fine, didnt go for the afternoon but heard it was great fun and angeline was dangerous as always. Bbq was good but no beehoon): and i smell like charcoal. So didnt stayover in the end. The bed looked disgusting to sleep on. But there was 2 great shows to watch. Tuesday night was damn chaotic. Two words to describe it pang sai. Some people just.. TSK la! But after that it was alright. Dog and bone was fun. The girls beat the guys(: desmond has really long legs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday studied with genesis and athalie, saw evelyn the crazy woman and alyssa. Ended up talking cause we all have no mood to study. Oh and bonia(: Hah. Today, sleep till noon. I feel like throwing up whatever i ate and paul went out. I will miss his hair. He sang superman really well, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A mistake, a honest mitake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115764447558928108?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115764447558928108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115764447558928108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115764447558928108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115764447558928108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-felt-like-going-to-toys-_115764447558928108.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115607751955965939</id><published>2006-08-20T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:38:39.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys.. They really are dickheads. Immature thoughts and inconsiderate feelings. Oh wells, boys are boys they mess up and play having the most fun going around breaking hearts. Creating trouble. Crazy girls going fanatic over boys. Hah. This only goes for some of the guys. But why cant they learn? Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115607751955965939?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115607751955965939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115607751955965939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115607751955965939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115607751955965939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/08/guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115599435156047420</id><published>2006-08-19T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:32:31.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Enough&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm boreded! Hoho, my tv has no sound when using the cable. And our national tv programmes are not very entertaning.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore idol result show sucks. They should really change the voting system, cause people really dont know how to vote. Watching the result show makes me annoyed. I dont usually watch it but because wilber pan was on tv! (: School was weird and noisy on friday. Cant be bothered with it. Noise with no meaning. Stupid nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;The way tessa tan drew mozart frowning and describing his bitterness, and playing his composed song filled with anger scares me. Like those songs they play on tom and jerry. It's freaky. I feel like a loser with whimppy ass. St john time. First aid lessons! I wanna go for hospital attachment. Cant wait(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So what's up with now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No clues, no nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Should have stopped myself from thinking so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115599435156047420?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115599435156047420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115599435156047420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115599435156047420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115599435156047420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/08/enough-im-boreded-hoho-my-tv-has-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115572924330712953</id><published>2006-08-16T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:54:03.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did i mention that i have a presentation tmr in front of the sec 3s?&lt;br /&gt;Okay now i did. And i have to come up with some drama for st john.&lt;br /&gt;Kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how you told me to take care&lt;br /&gt;But you yourself got sick. Hoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115572924330712953?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115572924330712953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115572924330712953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115572924330712953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115572924330712953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/08/did-i-mention-that-i-have-presentation.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115548255770789595</id><published>2006-08-13T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:22:37.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Planet shakers were coool. The drummer was damn pro, i dont like his hair. His double peddle is like !!! I was sort of looking forward to seeing mike webber to be that drummer. BUT HE DIDNT COME! RAHHS! His cuter! At least the keyboardist was still as cute. Hoho. But i suddenly had this freaking headache again. Couldnt enjoy and jump much. Haha. But overall it was quite good. The beginning was like a party with guy oushing here and there. So annoying la. Though they are much taller but they are so amature. I felt like kicking their dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahyeah lejoy is hot(: so am i. Ctys looked good in scouts uniform. So hot. The hottest! Hoho. 8 of us squeezed in lejoy's car. Yay we are skinny. But i'm still going to do my diet plan(: Gotta go and continue writing letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115548255770789595?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115548255770789595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115548255770789595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115548255770789595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115548255770789595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/08/planet-shakers-were-coool.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115510931090084003</id><published>2006-08-09T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:41:50.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/1600/paultwohill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/200/paultwohill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's sijia as paul twohill. Not bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=KBZe_BUoL6Q"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=KBZe_BUoL6Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how stupid kimsai is(: and she's in choir. Wahsiew please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we did on monday. We had 3 free periods. Teahcers didnt come so yeah. They started to do all this nonsense. Rather entertaining though. Hah But i couldnt sleep in peace. Have this stupid headache somemore la. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore contacts ytd. I took freaking more than 20 mins to put that freaking thing into my freaking eye. Haha. I looked damn gay but at least it's better than being a blinded fool. After that did st john stuff. Went to hq then went back to school then went home. Changed, shitted, bathe, slack than out to far east, taka then bugis street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm getting a pimple. Haha. Everyone will be cheering and saying finally eh. But i think it's a fake pimple. I had a fake one before. It just sticks out and the next day it disappeared. Hoho(: 3 days with the whole house to myself. I'm boredddd. Oh wells, at least i can do what i want. Anyways i'm off to wash my shoes after 6 months. Hah I have this sudden motivation. Mum and dad be proud of me. Hah. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115510931090084003?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115510931090084003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115510931090084003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115510931090084003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115510931090084003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/08/thats-sijia-as-paul-twohill.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115487731637242330</id><published>2006-08-06T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:22:52.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey!(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hey eunice!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/1600/usher.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/640/320/usher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i kept my promise and blogged for you!nice eh!haha.well it was really great to have ushered at fop with you and the rest!great experience right?haha.sad that didn't go today.oh wells.promised myself to go for all three nights next year.want to join me?if can usher lets usher again eh?haha.i see that you're still obsessed with &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ctys&lt;/span&gt;.tsktsk.later i add her to our convo ah.haha.oh wells.purposely walked towards her so you could have a closer view then i got molested!aren't i nice to you?bleagh.haha(:ah talking to you on msn but you take like sooooooo long to reply*shakes head*.haha.well it is really nice to talk to you and no i won't dislike you like i dislike n_____.she's...nevermind.oh wells.i just wanted to put that picture on your blog.don't you agree that your blog's like more colouful now?haha.can't wait to see you next week!loves(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115487731637242330?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115487731637242330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115487731637242330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115487731637242330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115487731637242330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey.html' title='hey!(:'/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115487529434857384</id><published>2006-08-06T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:41:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Show me how to live&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention how much I LOVE fop?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I LOVE IT ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;Don moen's guitarist was super cute. And one of his song sounded like a country music when he played the violin. I felt like doing the line dance then. HAHA! CCC band's E.guitarist and drummer was another major hottie. The ladaye was hot and cool la. She's good. I'm glad i went. Didnt regret. Oh i think italian ancient is alittle indianish. Haha. I just find it weird. But his quite good looking for a oldie(: Dont get me wrong i'm not a bisexual. =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and genesis sat opposite me. She's at the east and i'm at the west side. Hah. I think it was damn funny cause we can see each other movements but it's far away. Hoho(: I spotted her first. Dont you guys think i have a good eyesight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for ndp to be over! I hate marching for long hours under the sun when it's just a practice. And i have to wear contacts. I just went to hougang mall and make them. I bet i'll look weird. And i think i'm gonna celebrate national day alone. Hah and with the whole house to myself. A good and bad thing? Rahhs. And i haven started revising for geog and chem. Omgosh. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicol is like my superviser la to make sure i dont slack. Rahhs.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ctys&lt;/span&gt;! I miss &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ctys&lt;/span&gt;! Though i saw &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ctys&lt;/span&gt; ytd. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone needs compassion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love that's never failing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take me as you find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                            He is mighty to save&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115487529434857384?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115487529434857384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115487529434857384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115487529434857384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115487529434857384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/08/show-me-how-to-live-did-i-mention-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115460700944705327</id><published>2006-08-03T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:10:09.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm called star cruise&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be called tom cruise&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start being a homiee&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming crazy&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what's with me&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like throwing things&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat muah chee!&lt;br /&gt;I want to roam arnd hougang mall alone&lt;br /&gt;School is starting to suck.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so annoying?&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Ms heng sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those initials makes me smile(:(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115460700944705327?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115460700944705327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115460700944705327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115460700944705327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115460700944705327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-called-star-cruise-im-suppose-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115415124158409330</id><published>2006-07-29T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:34:01.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyho. It a beauutiful day, not(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was weird and freaky but sometimes nice.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;As everyday goes on this week i felt like s&lt;em&gt;tanding on the rooftops screaming my heart out&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;It had never felt so pathetic and crazy since quite long. Everyday mandy will definitely say i'm crazy more than once. But just cant help it. She thinks i'm overly stress. People think i'm not fine but actually i dont know whether i am either. It's weird. Oh wells. Bugbug sister thinks i'm dao. I'm friendly please. And bugbug is definitely scaring when she shouts at her sister. She can be a great mother i tell you cause she can cook and bake like every other house wife. That sounds old. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being a loner is rather cool when you have music plugged into your ears. It quite relaxing but sometimes mind frustrating. You can think about stuff during long bus rides to nowhere. Staying back in class after school alone. Coming to school and sitting at the assembly area by yourself reading a book or just roaming around hougang mall yourself looking at stuffs. It saves money too, cause you wont have to spend much on being alone. And i can buy bags, shirts and shoes soon! (: And i haven seen a movie since like one month ago already. No idea what is going on now, but my classmates mention the lake house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP is coming. St john is like rather pathetic. Cause many are like dropping out from st john thinking it's too tough. Teachers dont even want us to let them do punishments at all, scoldings is inappropriate. Not even writing lines are allowed. They think it's not worth it, waste time, and it doesnt really help. Or more like they think it motivates more negative thinking. What the heck la, we are trained like that since sec 1 and you dont really see alot of us quitting. Punishments makes us stronger. Now the sec 1s can say are quite dissapointing. But in st john we dont really have a say only teachers. So stardard drops not our fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah there was things passing around. Not true hor. Dont believe it. It's dumb. And too many people with the same name, i dont know which one that person is referring to anyways. Haha I hope its not that particular one that the person is referring too. I will freak ouuuuttt. Hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115415124158409330?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115415124158409330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115415124158409330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115415124158409330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115415124158409330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/07/heyho.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115314877887640821</id><published>2006-07-17T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:06:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahh shits freaks.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. School ended at 1.45 today. It's a good thing mans cause we dont have lunch till 2.20 and our freaking recess is at 9.05?! Whats wrong with the timetable. And i had a very bad stomache. So i went to shit. That SS teacher scolded me after that for shiting for 20 mins?&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at some place near chomp chomp, then we headed to hougang mall. Have no idea why on earth does eliza and jasmine like that place and the library THAT much. Ohh i realised hougang mall is a place now filled with food. I spent 20 bucks on food there. Good gracious me. No wonder i gain 1kg. Tsk. Athalie is asking me to exercise but i feel lazy? I rely on pe nowadays. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye feels very itchy. I feel like pulling it out. Very &lt;a href="mailto:annoyinggg!!@#$%"&gt;annoyinggg!!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm pms-ing. Oh no, help me? hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115314877887640821?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115314877887640821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115314877887640821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115314877887640821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115314877887640821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/07/wahh-shits-freaks.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115263029467945261</id><published>2006-07-11T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:04:54.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohh, happy day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World cup is over. Gosh, back to sleeping in regular timings. But the more i sleep, the more lazy i feeel. Ahh crap. I dont want school. And we should really convince our principal that girls watch soccer. So hopefully we get to go school late. But wait, another world cup is like not &lt;em&gt;next year&lt;/em&gt;. LOL! Ahh, heck it then! Italy won! Yaye! But i think france was quite good. Haha everyone seems to be talking about that Zidane thing today and ytd please. However it was quite funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i stoned for quite a while during classes today. I hate stoning, many things will like just run through your brains and make you damn upset or frustrated then spoils the whole day. I dont know why people like to stone.. rawrrs! I think my class timetable is super insane. Especially for monday. We have early recess and no lunch till after 2.20. I dont like to eat during recesses man. TSK! That's crazy! I feel very annoyed or maybe i'm annoying. Hah. Oh wells, i realised i pms alot this year /: So people when i do pms suddenly, scram if you can =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats thats&lt;br /&gt;So that's it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;"&gt;You ah, can you like please stop having any commentary on subjects not. It's damn annoying. Tsk. You make it seem like you want to risk a quarrel or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115263029467945261?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115263029467945261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115263029467945261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115263029467945261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115263029467945261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/07/ohh-happy-day-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115202938871382806</id><published>2006-07-04T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T00:09:48.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Screw me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music marathon was over. I missed the hsm encore but still THANK GOD! Jacob, tng and goh can be quite **** up at times. Mood spoilers for us and others. It was suppose to be an enojoyable time kind of thing, but they just had to spoil it. Chasing people down the stage because they were too soft(mics werent on) and were scolded for it or either they were too loud with the music or what crap. What the heck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, our turn, screwed up. I screwed up damn bad for the first round due to the limitations of sounds. And having the singers mics off till we cant hear a damn thing to what they are singing and thus screw up. I had to rely on mandy to lip sing. And yes, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;screweds&lt;/span&gt;! that's who we are! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools tmr, i dont want to go. I'm feeling very lazy. But tgiw. Haha. Oh and I dont like the fact that england is out. Crouch looked like a praying mantis, beckham is injured. Why is rooney given a red card? I thought it was alright, since he was being attacked by two idiots. And i dont really thing it's Lampard's fault that he missed many goals. Maybe it just wasnt his day. And whenever C.Ronaldo kisses the ball, it goes in. Hah. Brazil was out too, gosh. i was pretty surprised but their game with france wasnt really exciting. So ronaldihno the horse is out and that ronaldo, &lt;em&gt;fat and fit&lt;/em&gt; thing was hilarious. Someone said that soccer are just having idiots going after one ball. I forgotten who said that, but true true. I still enjoy watching it though(: Imagine kicking a silly ball around the field and getting thousands of cash. $$$ HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Randoms&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has changed&lt;br /&gt;never felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;This could be the&lt;br /&gt;Start of something new&lt;br /&gt;It feels so right to be&lt;br /&gt;here with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;living in my own world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;Sorry i didnt understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115202938871382806?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115202938871382806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115202938871382806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115202938871382806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115202938871382806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/07/screw-me-music-marathon-was-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115142345616233796</id><published>2006-06-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:53:08.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Creating that space&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how i always say&lt;br /&gt;I promise,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;I would be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;I always want to be there&lt;br /&gt;but then again being there is just,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115142345616233796?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115142345616233796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115142345616233796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115142345616233796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115142345616233796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/06/creating-that-space-you-know-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115108250078733931</id><published>2006-06-24T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:08:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm home alone for three days, two nights. How COOL is that huh? Oh wells. I feel so lonely, the house is like damn quiet. My goshh. Good thing my days are busy, or i might cry. I'm scared. I feeel damn gay. Hah went to study with eliza and jasmine today. I managed to finish 2 homework today, i should really start rushing on it.. But it' And we only got high when we were going separate ways. What the heck huh. Haha. Ohohoh, my plan on saving my msging bills totally works. Coolness man. I even beg my dad to confiscate my phone before he left. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i want to sleep with eliza teo. I want to share a room with her. I want her mans. Goodness. I dont care whether she's smelly, ugly, crazy, weird, retarded, stupid, pui, lazy, snores high pitchly, drops down from her bed, or sleeps with her butt up and her face stuff in the pillow. Eliza ah eliza, why are you so irresistable and attractive for once? Ohh and you looked so HOT today, though you were alittle smelly cause you had training. But omg omg omg! I falling head and heels over you. I want you, i really do. My paragraph is like delicated for you la. Which is like practically half of my post man.  HAHA i love eliza teo so much. Woohooo =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115108250078733931?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115108250078733931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115108250078733931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115108250078733931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115108250078733931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-home-alone-for-three-days-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-115090673488297199</id><published>2006-06-21T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:28:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling damn annoyed this few days. RAHHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm heaving a bad headache&lt;br /&gt;2. My grandmother was here, good thing i went out to my happy place.&lt;br /&gt;3. My grandmother was irritating me though.&lt;br /&gt;4. I think she thinks i'm lazy.. Wait, she DOES think i'm lazy. Ahyah, she keeps saying i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;5. I kept sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;6. My brother kept asking me questions like 'which metal is not mentioned in the bible.'&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm pms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;8. Emotionally very unstable.&lt;br /&gt;9. what the HECK?&lt;br /&gt;10. School is starting, hw not done, dont feel like doing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got 10 things in my brains. My brains are fried cause i'm burning. Hah, i shall go and drink some cold water and get a sack of ice to put on my head. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;color:#000000;"&gt;Why is it when things just got better&lt;br /&gt;It gets complicated again.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont want to need you now.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be far away&lt;br /&gt;Because the closer you are,&lt;br /&gt;the harder my words affects.&lt;br /&gt;So go away and let me be.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just say goodbye/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-115090673488297199?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/115090673488297199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=115090673488297199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115090673488297199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/115090673488297199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-feeling-damn-annoyed-this-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114987084166715307</id><published>2006-06-09T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:34:01.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What is normal? Hah.&lt;/em&gt; Being sick gives my brains a push to think. Might post might be nonsensical but anyways i feel like blogging. Hohoho =D&lt;br /&gt;I think some of switchfoot songs can be quite meaningful at times especially when your thinking randomly and emotionally. Or maybe it's just for me. Wahh, emotions making me emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to the fallout&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to resistence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tension is here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between who you are and you could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between how it is and how it should be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do you go at a dead end?&lt;br /&gt;How do you start when the road is steep?&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when something goes wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I think this hit me as i listened over and over again. We are on this earth, waiting for death to come our way, or whatever might happen to us, who knows. We fumble over obstacles, difficult circumstances, mistakes over and over again, losing ourselves, our confidence, our temper, our friends, our love ones. A history repeating itself. Feelings that tugs our heart, the brain, the body, whatever. It creates emotions, sometimes to kill, it burns in deep, really evoking. It goes up and down, left and right,  back and forth like a rollercoaster. When it comes to the worst, i lost my heart. It takes me for a ride. &lt;em&gt;Tension, tension, tension&lt;/em&gt;. Too much damage, too many lies, and too many promises broken. You cant tell the good and the bad ones now. The marks of confusion, it plays and tests my weaknesses. You want to stop playing the game, but you cant. As if the machine is all corked up, and it jams having you going for many rides for free, making you feel so sick but your stuck in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for someone to trust isnt that easy now. You can even refer this to your own lover. Hah Cause your lover got to leave someday. Who knows what the other party is hiding anyways. You cant tell if he/she told you everything. True love waits i should say. Sometimes it's really no point getting into a rls when you know it cant last. Actually, humans just do things without any meaning to it, or just doing meaningless things. Me myself does that. I have no idea why, but i think it's just entertaining la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes, goodbyes. I dont like having to come across a goodbye. Sometimes you just had to say goodbye, cause the other party chose to not stop the gap from widening. And you tried ard to draw back again butthe other party is unwilling. That's when it's better not trying at all or it might end up being such a burden that you can let go and put down to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth sharing a wonderful thing together but knowing it would be ruin? Is it worth feeling way damn good now, but having to MUST suffer later? Is it worth it? Why must life be so tough anyways, having to crack my brains everyday. Wahh, what a killer. Oh my, i feel as if i'm sunk. Hah. Picking up the right mindset, right attitude and &lt;em&gt;let go&lt;/em&gt;. It sounds soothing, but actually applying it is rubbish. Time time time. It is not easy being alone, to think about all this alone. Seriously, sometimes I realise i do need people. Keeping things to myself aint going to work this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great, now i missed you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114987084166715307?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114987084166715307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114987084166715307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114987084166715307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114987084166715307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-normal-hah.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114917624626431114</id><published>2006-06-01T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:37:26.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally i cam online after so long. I missed the computer. Camp for one whole week from this saturday. Kill me. I dont like camps, always no time to bathe. HAH, oh wells. I should try breaking a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention before that owner is such a childhood deprive kiddo?&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will do the explaination when i load them. Hoho&lt;br /&gt;She is damn weird, and watching a movie, sitting next to her, kills! KILLS! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;She abuses me for no reason. Smack her please. She laughs to herself the entire time! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught she's the man today. The show was b-e-a-utiful! Gosh i want to watch it again! The whole cinema was fulll lah, and we had to sit in the front straining our necks to look properly. But it was okay, cause we got to watch it. Damn funny, my gosh. HAH! You people should catch it too(: Amanda is pretty and duke is handsome. Perfectly match in the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114917624626431114?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114917624626431114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114917624626431114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114917624626431114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114917624626431114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-i-cam-online-after-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114848721128407602</id><published>2006-05-24T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:13:31.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant think of wht to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you like to waltz with tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;If a squash can make you smile(:&lt;br /&gt;if you like to waltz with tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;Up and down the produce asile.&lt;br /&gt;Now we got a show for you!&lt;br /&gt;Vegetales&lt;br /&gt;cauli flower, sweet an sour&lt;br /&gt;have an hour, vegetales&lt;br /&gt;Brocoli, celery, gotta be vegetales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I cant rmb the song. Haha It is my childhood sho by the way. I was bored, so i used that as a topic. Hah&lt;br /&gt;School was fine. I got a bum on my head. It hurts):&lt;br /&gt;Results are okay, failures, used to it. Doesnt matter much, i'm accepting it. Haha, no use dwelling(: Smile smile smile is the best way to feel happy all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114848721128407602?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114848721128407602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114848721128407602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114848721128407602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114848721128407602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-felt-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114822534508976049</id><published>2006-05-21T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:29:05.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Patience helps us to view imperfections in others more generously to the end that we may learn to be more wise than they have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 1px 4px 0px 0px" href="http://www.zaadz.com/quotes/Neal_Maxwell"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.zaadz.com/quotes/Neal_Maxwell"&gt;Neal Maxwell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, i was bored online. So i decided to do some findings on what people think. Haha since i was thinking and talking about patience all day, i decided to find about patience. That quote on the top was nice. I think it's real true. I'm going to learn and be patient. To smile at setbacks and respond with a pleasent attitude is godly patience. Today's sermon was about patience too. What right timing eh? God's great aint he? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is sucha horny bastard(:&lt;br /&gt;And owner is such a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ownersai&lt;/span&gt;. Hah Owner loves me alot, but she is totally act shy with it. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your voice is echoed in my mind (: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN, I'M SO HURT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually feels hurt when i fired her and threw what she wrote in my wallet. Haha And she wants me to fix it back for her. Aww. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114822534508976049?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114822534508976049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114822534508976049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114822534508976049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114822534508976049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/05/patience-helps-us-to-view.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114787844501079428</id><published>2006-05-17T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:07:25.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, today and tomorrow. It's all gonna be the same. I dont want to say much, cause i dont want to bother. I dont want to get involve in this again. I have enough problems in my hands. Just, stop being nonsensical? I shall shut up.&lt;br /&gt;I just going to take it as another day. As simple as it use to be. Intaking as much as I can. Patience, i tell myself. I doubt I can hold on much longer. damn it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114787844501079428?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114787844501079428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114787844501079428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114787844501079428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114787844501079428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterday-today-and-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114759919262507508</id><published>2006-05-14T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:00:14.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black ribbon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second chance was given but you blew it.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have been thinking through this few days. As usual, emotions driving us one by one up the wall. People do change, no one is perfect. So by right, we cant really point out others flaws, but this just happens that we have been friends long enough. Yes, we have flaws, we bothered to try. Even A had tried for a period of time. So it's up to you to try, we cant force you. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However that doesnt mean that when we are thrashing out stuff means we are trying to control what your doing now in your life. Or what you are thinking. If we knew your reaction or what you might anyhow think of, we wouldnt have thrash out to you. Given your expression on that day i really had this urge to kick you out of it. Seriously, you said thrash, but you kept frowning. What is with your face eh? You seem like you didnt want to accept it. As E said your like a coward, unwillingly to accept what we said to you. She was just trying to voice out what she thinks since it's thrashing out time. Since your going to sit with each other like for the entire year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I dont have any comments about you and your gf, or against you two. I just cant get it, you know your rls is uhealthy, unstable, you need your friends the most at times when you are breaking apart. Talks and talks about friends are forever, rls cant always be forever. Since yours is already unhealthy, the more you should treasure and realise you need your friends the most. You are being such a DUMB block. You dont seem to realise how far you are drifting away or changing, and you ended up saying your (used to be) good friends, E and J have changed. Hello, if you go around asking most of us, it's only you 3 freaking pople think that E and J change. Why are you all that stubborn? I cant stand it. Even I feel bad for E and J. Your ditching them unintentionally man. You treat them like your toy, not the other way round. Like hello lah, it's damn obvious. Since in class, you said you cant really click with others, so you only have E and J, some of us to talk too. Or else you will be really lonely. Like some transfer student just got transfered into our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually you are fine without your gf with you, but now even without your gf, you become a "wayang". I dont really expect you to tell us everything, cause we are not that close as how E and J are. But you should know your limits. Right she's your gf, you both are suppose to be honest with each other. But then again how can you know whether she is really all truthful? I dont know about you, but i can say that i dont trust her. More importantly now, i dont trust you. EEE and who on earth doesnt feel anything or numb when you get ditch or again another conflict, one after another. If you feel numb, and dont even feel anything at all, why are you even for goodness sake crying? Are you trying to gain attention or what? This is totally superficial. Ask yourself how long have you both known each other before you got each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to care, i dont want to bother. I dont even want to ask what happen, when you start coming to class with puffy eyes. I gave up on what you always promise, i gave up on how you think, how you care, how you feel. I gave up on giving you and giving you another chance. I dont really wanna judge but you can be quite a ass at times. So i heck it. Now we are gone, so you are on your own(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---/&lt;br /&gt;You might think that we are outsiders, but we are friends, we used to be friends, close ones in fact. But why because of this thrashing thing it turned out to be this way. It's okay if you dont want to change, the most you just drift away from us. Dont come and say that we are the one drifting away from you, when it's your fault. They tried saying hi, but what did you do, roll your fugging eyeballs at them? So dont try and twist it around and saying they didnt, they tried and you ignore. So forget it. Dont bother say change too cause they did not. And you obviously wont know you change right? But we can tell, we know. We know that E and J did not change, it's you. Suckers, just admit it you were the one. Another coward i guess. Fuck is all you can say. So what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--/&lt;br /&gt;It's not wrong that you are straight forward with your comments. But i think you are really really straightforward till you didnt even think about yourself. Like hey, you are actually like that too. You dont seem to see that sometimes you are just in the wrong. Sometimes you dont even bother to try, and you kept saying you cant make it. Is it just me, or are you simply just a weakling? Totally not showing your true side. But i'm glad i got to know you better, knowing your true side. Though it's harsh but at least i know how you are like. You dont have limits to what you say. You just say when you feel like. Please, can you just control at times. You have to think of others too. What happens if i insulted you out of sudden when your having fun? It's seriously a killjoy. Yes, people have their different period of moodswing and pmses. It's okay to have it, but hello at least control. So happily just shut your mouth up unless you think your really right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with this-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114759919262507508?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114759919262507508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114759919262507508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114759919262507508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114759919262507508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/05/black-ribbon-second-chance-was-given.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114701902960945956</id><published>2006-05-07T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:23:49.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Found love beyond all reason&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests are almost over. Thank god! Totally not excited for the results, I bet I will fail at least 4 subs. Ugh. Oh wells, at least is almost over. Stress and pressure will not be entertained after the whole common test thang. My new hobby crying. Cried over retarded reasons. I dont know why, i feel like a freak.&lt;br /&gt;There is dang cute guy working in macs in heartland. Gosh, hah as in seriously. Even i went crazy thinking that his cute, so his officially cute. Hah my taste is not that bad kay. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Watch daisy on friday. Good show, cried indirectly I guess. Hah cause it's sad. Amanda said kim cried like some crazy lion. Haha. The whole week was study. that was the only day we could actually take a break(: hoots, i'm starting to feel emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought alot this few days. I dont know why i'm starting to have random thoughts about everything. What is the world coming to? People going around tagging blogs with ridiculous comments. As in why cant people mind their business, and stop poking around. Like that's their life. Hate it that much? Dont bother right? rahh even friends can be problems. Emotions emotions. It's revolving around everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go even ones who you considered 'good'. People do change easily. First, it seems like an unbreakable tie. The understanding that joints you and he/her and though could interlock. But as you get closer to her, you realised, she/he's not what you thought. Then as stress and pressure began pilling up on you, you cant take it anymore. She/he became a real pain, an annoyance, an irritant, you had to release. If considering her/his feelings, it's going to be tougher, so by all means you let it out, Bang! There you go, another drifted rls with a friend. Who knows again, it's the intake of pressure, stress you get. Or maybe it is just who the other party is. Perhaps a sudden stir of emotion and tension that is created within oneself. Emotions again.&lt;br /&gt;Love is like the same game. More deadly and dangerours. Love caught you by the throat. Vague memories that plays in your head when your in love. You always never have the slightest doubt on what's going to happen the next day. It was filled with laughter but then grief. He/she ran away with what you both had together. Leaving you alone to heal and emotions show. You cried, you bleed, you hide and you fell deep. Your eyes never seem to be dried. You feel angry, you let emotion take over again and again. It hurts others who tried helping but you turned them off. We should really try and say 'so what if your not there'. It's not like 'I cant live without you' Your gone but i'm not dead. Bury all of it, start today, today. The past is gone, and today is here. Learn something from the set back and get on with life, sharing love to others, knowing that 'Love is when you have given all, and yet you still give the little that's left.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions, emotions, emotions. Dangerous things but can be oh so b.e.a.UTIFUL. HAH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-call me yours forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114701902960945956?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114701902960945956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114701902960945956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114701902960945956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114701902960945956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/05/found-love-beyond-all-reason-tests-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114563715950729481</id><published>2006-04-22T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:32:39.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wrecked&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kohkohmomsiepooo's birthday&lt;/span&gt; today. Yeah, it overall rocks. Especially her expression when we surprised her. We should do that more often man. I'm glad it turned out really well. And she does make quite a good unprepared host too. Hah! But the time was rather short. Like not enough or we could have did more stuff, but oh wells. We did our part and it made her happy! Lol(: We love you kohkohmomsie! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was alright. But i totally missed the weekends thanks to my high fever. Nearly died of brain heatstroke. Gosh 39.6degrees. No kidding, I was half dead trying to see the doctor. Had to missed good friday and easter. Lol, so i just stayed at home and watch passion of the christ and gospel of judas. Obviously cried and felt more sick. Wah sai, cannot take it please. Passion of the christ is the worst. But it's good. Can really feel the pain through my own flesh. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;Went to school on monday though i had mc, on and light duty mc till today. So i'm like some moron, cant do anything but walk. Tsk freak man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah on thrusday we had to survive with no fan till10.50. I think it's nice. The wind seems nicer. I like man, it didnt seem hot. Except that kohkohpopsie was being bimbotic complaning and whining when it's not that hot. LOL! Poor momsie, have to live with gay popsie. Hah! Taking napha soon. I'm scared. I shall start working hard on my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight friends and foes! (: Sleeping is the best leisure now. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114563715950729481?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114563715950729481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114563715950729481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114563715950729481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114563715950729481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/04/wrecked-celebrated-kohkohmomsiepooos.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114484855674452389</id><published>2006-04-12T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:29:16.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have got hooked on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something tangible and real, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hard to find, but oh wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you had caught me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But in reality,&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Underneath a disguise of a smile&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, I'm dying inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you even realise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giving up the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;To get the smile back on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shall stick to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need you no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114484855674452389?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114484855674452389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114484855674452389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114484855674452389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114484855674452389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-got-hooked-on-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114442557744305781</id><published>2006-04-07T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:59:37.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Titanic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They build a ship titanic, to sail the ocean blue.&lt;br /&gt;They thought they build a ship that no wwater can go through.&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord of nighty hands knew the ship will neve land.&lt;br /&gt;It was sad when the big ship went down.&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was sad, oh it was sad.&lt;br /&gt;it was sad when the big ship went down to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;And the husbands lost their wives&lt;br /&gt;And the children lost their lives.&lt;br /&gt;It was sad when the big ship went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp rock, rocks! (: I'm already missing my group. The noisy and enthusiastic people. I love my group, I didnt want the campfire to end yesterday. It was the best, most memorable and enjoyable activity please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;dayONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school in the morning, met up with classmates. Checked groupings, it wasnt really good when i looked at it. Camp stated with introduction of instructors and getting into groups, coming up with cheers. We are the bimbos! Hoho! The group was not bad when we gathered together, though i dont really know the rest yet. Campsite, settled down. Eat lunch, it was good. Got to know mates better. I like them, their nice. Hah! We did the low elements. It was fun, training my muscles and pespiring like crazy. I wanna bathe so badly please. Gosh it was hot like crazy. Night activities, "gay"shan! Lol, debrief, and then teachers spoiling the high moods, with a little lecturing. SPOILERS! Tsk, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;dayTWO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. Knew them better, they are weird but cute and funny in the weird way. Some dont seem to be like what people say what they are. They turn out to be better. Some are just less active but nice. Hah. High elements for that day, man i'm super scared of heights. Kayaking, super soaked thanks to the instructors who love spashing water and others who just enjoys watching me get wet and screaming like some bimbo. Hah but it was fun lah. I like. Campfire! It was so cool. I was really high that time, cheered and cheered. Hah I go especially high with that titanic song. Bunk in with athalie toh, eliza, fangs at night. Slept next to athalie and eliza. Talked with Lau yuting, fangs and eliza for a while then sleep. Haha and oh my god, eliza snored! Right next to me. In a really unique way somemore. haha damn cute but very noisy, made me stay up at night. Tsk eliza ah eliza. Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;dayTHREE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of camp, rather sad, we didnt want to leave camp. Have area cleaning, but we went to do abseiling instead. I nearly cried, it was damn high, I nearly hyperventilate, godo thing we cant do zip line. The instructor was okay, just i think my ass is too small, cant really rely it. Athalie claims that my butt is flat, no butt at all. oh man giving birth is gonna be painful! Rahh, hah. Went back to school, met up with class mates again. Stayed in school for a while, took cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall of camp, ILOVEIT! I want another school camp again. I find it more fun and exciting with those challenges. Others are just boring. Instructors are cuter, hah big nose and twinky eyes is cute. hah. "gay"shan is gay and he can dance well. Instructor joe was our instructor he was nice. Camp is gonna be really memorable. I wont forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now back to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114442557744305781?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114442557744305781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114442557744305781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114442557744305781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114442557744305781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/04/titanic-they-build-ship-titanic-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114338553864690551</id><published>2006-03-26T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:06:35.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anger management class. Lol, audrey you better go take it. Stop being mean to your sister, you unfaithful person. Stop threatening me with my secrets. Hah your freaking mean. Tsk, your making me loss my trust for you. And dont ever let your negative emotions take over, it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, anyways friday was sports day. I was doing duty the entire time. Yuck, the sun was rather hot. But the good thing was there wasnt much casualties or we could be perspiring like crazy. Was made to keep walking around the stadium to do things. Yay chew house won anyway. Lalala! After that, was busy running around to all places and meeting different people. Hah the best place was the cold storage and arcade. Damn fun. Lol, athalie went high with all those food. She should really learn to stop eating. Hah kidding. =D&lt;br /&gt;Monday, seetoh came to school like some black chicken. I was white chicken, when we stand next to each other exposing out legs. Lol, damn funny. I told her she was the joke for the day, as in seriously everyone was just staring and talking to her. Oh and she has to repeat over and over again, she was burnt because she went sailing. tsk, poor cheerleader. Lol! (:&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was great, we jammed in the morning for a while in church, after that was leader's stuff and all, then the list goes on. Yeah Hah, school's tmr i dont wanna go. I want my saturdays! Rahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mine! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for the weekend talks, hugs and comforts. Its really great and your great. Especially being able to withstand all my down-up moods, erupting of emotions, spilling wild thoughts, all the stress i had to take. Hah, i'm impress. And with you saying: 'You happy, I happy, both of us happy!' Lol! I have learnt to let my bitterness inside me flow, it works. Not easy, but yeah. Crying just makes us stronger and helps us realise, or face the fact. Lesson learnt. I shall keep to that. Thanks everything!(:&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/13252269-114338553864690551?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114338553864690551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114338553864690551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114338553864690551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114338553864690551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/03/anger-management-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114276226824581236</id><published>2006-03-19T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:57:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eunice likes to play guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And makes the girls go gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Girls wanna marry her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But instead she said; You can bury my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sometimes shes such a ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But most of the time she could be such a gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That she cooped herself up in may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Stayed at home and eat Stingray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh Eunice Eunice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aint you some kind of nanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That looks after my cousin's knee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By eliza teo(she wants to be shakespear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, she cant make it. But this can also show her existence and her talents. I bet cause no one notice her, that's why she's creating poems for people hoping some day everyone would just make her write. Hah =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, holiday is over. this week is the start of school. But the holiday isnt like holiday. I cant even get to sleep properly, everyday I just have to wake up like a normal school day. i only have toady to do my hw. Shoots.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I dont have enough sleep, it was kinda fun somehow. Monday, went to the civil defence place. We have almost 10hrs of lectures. So tiring to just sit and listen you know.&lt;br /&gt;I think tuesday was good. We had some photography course. That instructor is from hollywood please! Hah he is quite stylish but kind of old cause he has long hair and lots of holes on his face, but he seems quite masculine lah. So not bad. After that was cycling in east coast. Haha it was okay, but quite messy. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday went to bintan, it was super hot and boring. I dont like. Hah. thursday was camp! Haha i didnt felt like going but in the end i like it, 23 girls and 19 guys. They say go and expect what is unexpected. Yeah But i cant sleep in the night. Thanks to audrey who kept snoring and four of us in a room had to stay awake ALMOST the whole time. Friday still at camp it finished late at night And i happen to have growing up problems. On saturday had to wake up early to help gel nc1 hair and get ready for comp. Anyways congrats to nc1 they won for our school! As for na3 it's okay, cheer up guys especially madeline! Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now i just have to start rushing my hw. It's already 6 plus. Time should really stop now. Eeeeeep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you can say i'm hopeless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause girl i blew it big time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114276226824581236?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114276226824581236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114276226824581236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114276226824581236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114276226824581236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/03/eunice-likes-to-play-guitar-and-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114242969342730010</id><published>2006-03-15T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:34:53.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nonsense! Below is sweets posting, change all the "I" to her, it's all her. Haha she loves gays and lesbians! Tsk sweets ah sweets, you should be more like me. On the verge of turning straight, though i'm still trying to let things slide. HAHA And i dont type like that, but thanks sweets THANKS for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop keeping me in suspense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114242969342730010?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114242969342730010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114242969342730010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114242969342730010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114242969342730010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/03/nonsense-below-is-sweets-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114242887318224202</id><published>2006-03-15T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:21:13.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>illogicality</title><content type='html'>Sweets , Were bugging me to read her blog . Wonder what will it be ?&lt;br /&gt;HAH ! turn out to be .&lt;br /&gt;Prediction of Extinction of Bungs in PL .&lt;br /&gt;Rather Funny huh ?&lt;br /&gt;SWEETS MISSED ME (:&lt;br /&gt;We were saying , One day PL will be all GIRLS . i mean Yes , Girls .&lt;br /&gt;BUTTT , NO BUNG AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;ALL will be Pure Les .&lt;br /&gt;Oh well .&lt;br /&gt;my dad saw lesbians today then he stared at them, then i was like you never see before ah? he said have. So MANY! HAH&lt;br /&gt;LOL .&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn PL into a mixed school .&lt;br /&gt;Sweets followed , WORST GAYS AND LESBIAN .&lt;br /&gt;BUHAHAHAH !&lt;br /&gt;i love watching Gays .&lt;br /&gt;Ms Leong Is COOL .&lt;br /&gt;BUHAHAHAHAHA .&lt;br /&gt;May Be meeting sweets this sat for jamming .&lt;br /&gt;HAHA .&lt;br /&gt;tomorow , will be CAMP .&lt;br /&gt;EXCITED .&lt;br /&gt;Till then , Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just To say , Its SWEETS WHO BLOG FOR HER . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Isn't SWEETS just SWEET ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUHAHAHAH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114242887318224202?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114242887318224202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114242887318224202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114242887318224202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114242887318224202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/03/illogicality.html' title='illogicality'/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114190961028223467</id><published>2006-03-09T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:09:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Far away&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last week of school for term one. It was fast, as in time just passed really fast. I dont even felt that way last year. HAH! It seems to me like i dont even have enough time to do my hw. I must seriously get a hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school was fine. The funniest thing is about our boyfriends in kindergarden. Gosh, I miss those times. Haha my bf and fangs bf were damn cute and sweet lah. No wonder he's my bf. Haha we still cant forget their names and how they look like. Tsk. Wait let me recall what my bf did, uhh his mum would fetch us home tgt in the big car, and we will often pass up homeworks tgt. When I didnt finish it in time he will wait for me. Tsk, how cute. But now, guys are just different. Changes happening. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense, nonsense and more nonsense. Results were not okay. I dont like them. Looking at my results makes me depress. I should have studied harder. I wanna be born smart. But too bad. And there is this music project thing, we have to form a band and play a song. Yeah it's kind of cool, but weird with those people. Haha! And we have to start playing it infront of the class SOON! i'm scared. I have stage frights i think. And phoebia of heights. I wonder how am i gonna live through that camp rock thing man. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Should we just let all of it slide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114190961028223467?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114190961028223467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114190961028223467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114190961028223467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114190961028223467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/03/far-away-this-is-last-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114113868250608173</id><published>2006-02-28T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:02:14.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Broken up on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post below and another way below is owner showing her willingness of blogging for me. I didnt ask her, she just did. Thanks ah for making my blog not so boring, oh and get well soon! So I can stop getting threaten by your sickness to work for you. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to elaborate about school. Just look at the way our class is trying to survive and emotions getting out of control till I smashed one of my test tube on the floor, and the other time was the funnel in the lab. I think I rock. Hoho! (: My results is ... who says on the first term, our results will turn out fine huh? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;color:#000000;"&gt;To run through fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;color:#000000;"&gt;To find, then lead on, then lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;color:#000000;"&gt;Just run, hide away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dont stir my emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;color:#000000;"&gt;Go desouled, to seek, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;color:#000000;"&gt;to decide all these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;color:#000000;"&gt;Your making me insane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm tired of needing you now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252269-114113868250608173?l=an-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/114113868250608173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252269&amp;postID=114113868250608173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114113868250608173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252269/posts/default/114113868250608173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-obsession.blogspot.com/2006/02/broken-up-on-floor-post-below-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Just like that</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584862969753732817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252269.post-114103982385566667</id><published>2006-02-27T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:31:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a servant is suppose to look after her royal owner when she's sick&lt;br /&gt;and at least show some concern&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;but what are you doing uh?!&lt;br /&gt;just too happy and laugh when i'm sick&lt;br /&gt;TSK!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;mean evil you&lt;br /&gt;and please have this habit to bring tissues to school uh (:&lt;br /&gt;takecare you! 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