<?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-29818293</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:13:47.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Green (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-4498952363645201890</id><published>2007-01-07T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T02:27:08.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been here for a long time yo! Well i've &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so come find me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-4498952363645201890?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4498952363645201890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=4498952363645201890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/4498952363645201890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/4498952363645201890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-havent-been-here-for-long-time-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-3906015567399046089</id><published>2006-12-26T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:43:17.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII EVERYBODY!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to blog before 12 but my bro wanted to use so like, merry xmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;(very special) things i did on the 25th of december:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Went all the way to hmmm, my uncle's house and bring home the comppppp. And played with my 7 months old cousin, super adorable \^^/ omg, esp when she cries :P her eyes are like orange, you squeeeeeeze and the "juice" comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Laksa with my parents and my OTHER 7 years old cousin who's staying at my house for a weeeeeek cause i missed her too much :D it's been like 2 months since i've had yummmmy laksa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Got punked by my dad -.- he brought us to this booogey place that sells mattress. They were playing reaaaally crappy jingle bells tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Visited my aunt who just gave birth on the 18th. No, it's not a girl -PHEW. A baby boy :) I'm still the only girl on my dad's side, 1 girl - 8 boys :D HAHAHAHHAHAA. Omg, newborn babies are like E.T. and super nice to carryyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!! Like a little bolster :]&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TO WATCH COACH CARTERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (damn nice, damn nice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 grocery shoppppppppaaaaaaaanggggg :)))))&lt;br /&gt;Went home and make vanilla milkshake &amp; honey cornflakes :D Played monopoly again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Tv was really boring :O I finished watching desperate housewives 1 &amp; 2, sex and the city all seasons, a lot of vcds and dvds and wooooolalalalalalaa i wannnnnnna watch JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE/SHE'S THE MAN AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;OMG SCHOOL STARTS IN ANOTHER WEEK'S TIME.&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG -SLAPS MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i guess nobody's ready these days)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-3906015567399046089?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3906015567399046089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=3906015567399046089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/3906015567399046089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/3906015567399046089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-everybody-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-8158109432918830480</id><published>2006-12-05T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:02:43.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so now i'm back. Please say you missed me :D -cause i certainly miss being back home and boy it felt greaaaaaat to sweat again :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roadtrip to and back, i slept like 9/10 of the whole journey :D&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was complaining i slept too much, but i was really tired whatttt &amp; i don't know why. So like when we reached there, me and lynette was almost blown away by the wind :B&lt;br /&gt;Food was alrighty, i feel like i've put on gazillionzxzxz weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some cool stuff i did in genting:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Archery&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Omega smth (gun shooting game), bowling&lt;/strong&gt; (okay not that cool but then it was the first time i bowled with my dad and he's really f goooooooooood. that pig), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;got my nails done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -_____-, HOW DO YOU SPEEL &lt;strong&gt;KAAR-ROAA-OKAYY&lt;/strong&gt;???? mmpm, theme park wasn't my thing :B but i sat on at least 2 rides okay!!!!! &amp;amp; boy the queuing killed me, lynette and lester.&lt;br /&gt;Yknow what, i can't play daytona or initial D for nuts. But i can play the drumgameeeeeeeeeee, despite the fact that i've got no rymthm(?) whatsoever. Ripley's was nice nice nice nice, really really fanscinatinggggg!!!&lt;br /&gt;My mummy said that i'm like a biggg baby when i go out with her :)&lt;br /&gt;1) i bring my barang barang(pillows and everything)&lt;br /&gt;2) i'll superglue to her&lt;br /&gt;3) i'll keep talking to her&lt;br /&gt;-that's what i do everyday!!!!!!!!!!! oh well :)&lt;br /&gt;Lynette's family's great company :D I love how they communicate minus the fact that i can't tell what they're saying half time cause they were speaking in really fast dialect. Next year another roadtrip! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the photos when i'm not so lazy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everybody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SORRY FOR LEAVING WITHOUT SAYING GOOOOOOOOOOODBYE :D&lt;/em&gt; (wanted to sms your but then, naaaah save save. HAHA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-8158109432918830480?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8158109432918830480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=8158109432918830480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/8158109432918830480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/8158109432918830480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-so-now-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-4778231820506510475</id><published>2006-11-29T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:24:48.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ducktours and DHL balloon today with my kidddddddos + some parents :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun and all, minus the part after macdonalds when i almost died all the way till after boarding the bus at ECP. Made me feel so sick, it was damn pain. Gaah, you don't have to know what it is and it's not my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kns, i could have died. &lt;em&gt;(or not)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7605/3639/1600/792774/29%20(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7605/3639/320/262427/29%20%289%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to high elements stuff, i'm as big of a baby as you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling nicholas is so cute :D He sat alone behind cause his mummy went home first then zhengdong wanted to move and sit with jw, so i asked nicholas if he wanted to sit beside me and he so nicely moved. Then we did the look and i told him to rest, close his eyes and sleeeeeeeep, gawd after 3 minutes he slept :O and i was so scared he'd fall off his seat cause i was sitting inside and yeah he woke up awhile to adjust his sleeping position, that tiny mushroom's neck must be aching so he lied down on my lap. (but i was so scared he'd drool on me :P)&lt;br /&gt;-AHAHAHA I DONT KNOW WHY I BLOGGED ABOUT THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's sick.&lt;br /&gt;He's down with fever, he better not spread it to me. I will not stand near him, share water with him, make any eye contact with him :D Haha, when he's sick, he's damn spasssssssssssss. Loser :D&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, you better get well before saturday or i'll chop you up :) xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-4778231820506510475?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4778231820506510475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=4778231820506510475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/4778231820506510475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/4778231820506510475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/ducktours-and-dhl-balloon-today-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-5114578378495707788</id><published>2006-11-28T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:08:12.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T USUALLY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCK THAT BAD IN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVERSI ONE OKAY :B &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/revesiii.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; one obviously. HAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-5114578378495707788?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5114578378495707788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=5114578378495707788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/5114578378495707788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/5114578378495707788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-usually-suck-that-bad-in-reversi.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-8551703829436481458</id><published>2006-11-28T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:46:02.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposed to go for the Radin Mas thing today but then i had to go to the childcare&lt;br /&gt;to prepare the kiddos for tomorrow's outing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 1. So my whole day was screwed &amp; my flu is -.- I've got maths tuition later, eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sorry mermer &amp; the rest of the group &amp;amp; my kiddos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-8551703829436481458?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8551703829436481458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=8551703829436481458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/8551703829436481458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/8551703829436481458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-supposed-to-go-for-radin-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-631017528159919847</id><published>2006-11-27T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:23:47.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday's blues.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to call my love but then, the weather's killing me. To think i told marcus that i was supergirl, i'm dying nowwwwwwwwwww. Sorry my love! I'll call you tomorrow or when i feel better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you leave charlotte with many post-its and computer alone with many markers :D &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7605/3639/1600/502479/PHOTOS013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7605/3639/320/5653/PHOTOS013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarissa loves me&lt;/strong&gt;, yes she does and it's a lot of love. She's just denying it, like c'mon. That's so clarissa-ish.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-631017528159919847?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/631017528159919847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=631017528159919847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/631017528159919847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/631017528159919847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/mondays-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-5505140408466630227</id><published>2006-11-27T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T01:32:14.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im still on the phone with hubsssssss(clarissa BOBO yeozxzxz)&lt;br /&gt;lets see we've talked about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my uber stupid moment just now&lt;br /&gt;2) my ideal boyfriend, BWAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;3) my interesting primary school life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) how gay my voice is over the phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) how gay i am as a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) how much clarissa bobobobobobobob yeozxzxz lurveeeeeeeeeez me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha okay, maybe not the whole conversation was about me. so like this was what we talked about(more):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) how she can't sing on/off the phone&lt;br /&gt;8) how bad her gayness is eating her up. chompchompchomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) how much she luuuuuuurvesssssssssss meeeeeeeeeeeee even if i want to gooooo (wooo wooo wooo wooo wooo baby please dont gooooooooooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10) how short she is :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) how wonderful her life is with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LIKE TODAY I'M GOING OVER HER HOUSE :D And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;happy 4th month in advance hubs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i lurbbz chu :D&lt;br /&gt;gawdzxz, i'm still online &amp; i'm STILL on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY EVERYBODY, YOU'VE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT TO TOTALLY TAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON MY BLOG AND RATE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM SCALE OF 1 TO 10,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW GAY DO YOU THINK CLARISSA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS :D&lt;/strong&gt;  THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally think it's 11 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLARISSA, DID YOU HAVE SEX BEFORE?! (inside joke:D)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-5505140408466630227?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5505140408466630227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=5505140408466630227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/5505140408466630227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/5505140408466630227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-still-on-phone-with.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-6456853536747048480</id><published>2006-11-26T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:01:12.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Feet was suchaaaaaaaaaa funny show! I thought that the ending was pretty rushed, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ramón: I hear somebody wanting something... ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one thing, what are baby penguins called?! chicks???? They look sh0 cuttiexzxz w0rzxzx ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waited for one day, damnnnnnnnnn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-6456853536747048480?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6456853536747048480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=6456853536747048480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/6456853536747048480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/6456853536747048480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-feet-was-suchaaaaaaaaaa-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-3243315871974533508</id><published>2006-11-25T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T14:44:59.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My ex was &lt;/strong&gt;a total loser, and i mean it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I should&lt;/strong&gt; quit whinning, do more revision, GO BUY MY SEC 3 BOOKS (hellllllllllllllooooo?!?!?), stop sleeping so late (my eyes look so -.- now) and &lt;em&gt;be a nicer person&lt;/em&gt; :) (not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't understand&lt;/strong&gt; why  people thinks sudoku is soooooooo fun, even my aunts and uncles, my parents plays them. I'm not cut out for all mind games :B But seriously, issit that fun? Do you play sudokuuuuuu?? And i've to play it with shahilia later online :( walaooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lose my head when&lt;/strong&gt; people treats my existence as nothing delibrately. It's so annoying and rude.... Esp when i treat them nicely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People say&lt;/strong&gt; mmpm, i'm weird. (WHY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is&lt;/strong&gt; idontknow, never been in love before. Honestly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere &lt;/strong&gt;in my house lies myyyyyyyyy favourite baby photo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :(:(:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always&lt;/strong&gt; love my family, my friends and hahahahhaa cheirsh them blah blah blah.. I will always be me :D I'll always remember to forgot things, i'll always remember to cut down on my rantings, i'll always remember how i used to squealllllllllll at my mother, i'll always remember that i bit my brother on his hands when we were young, i'll always remember how fun it was to be with my favourite people, i'll always look forward to being with them :) i'll always miss them!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever Friends&lt;/strong&gt; are meant for losers and hypocrites. Cause apparently you're one hell of a hypocrite who says that, right cause we thought you'd be nice but noooooooooooooooooooo, you're trying to pull shit into our happy wonderful bonded life. Forever friends remind me of the teddybears :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never&lt;/strong&gt; want to eat chicken rice ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think&lt;/strong&gt; that i'm pretty tall right now. Seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, i want to be taller but oh well. I think certain punishment for kids are essential to mould their characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I wake up&lt;/strong&gt; unwillingly, i'd be very grouchy :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My past&lt;/strong&gt; is pretty interesting, hahahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get annoyed&lt;/strong&gt; whenever people do things on purpose that i'm scared of. (eg, hitting metal fork and spoons together!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kisses are&lt;/strong&gt; pretty alright to me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow &lt;/strong&gt;I have to bring my cousins out to watch happy feet with my 2 lesbo friends. Hahaha :D I hope tomorrow'd be okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really&lt;/strong&gt; miss some people very badly :W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have low tolerance&lt;/strong&gt; for bastards. Lizzie agrees with me, right lovelove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 1 and i slept like 3.30 :O&lt;br /&gt;I dug out all the photos i've at home and i had sucha great time laughing at my parents :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am so friggy pisssssssed out right now :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-3243315871974533508?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3243315871974533508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=3243315871974533508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/3243315871974533508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/3243315871974533508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-ex-was-total-loser-and-i-mean-it.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-4039985049266474917</id><published>2006-11-24T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T19:28:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.saw3.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;http://www.saw3.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 days. -pouts ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-4039985049266474917?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4039985049266474917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=4039985049266474917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/4039985049266474917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/4039985049266474917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-4917039349930505059</id><published>2006-11-23T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:21:52.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A toast - Sarah Watroba&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your glass to the sky&lt;br /&gt;with hopes and dreams held high.&lt;br /&gt;To the graduates I toast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's to the friends we've lost and gained,&lt;br /&gt;and the people we'll never know by name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;To the bonds that we've made and albums we filled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memories that may fade but never be killed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to the phone calls filled with tears,&lt;br /&gt;and to the hours spent talking away our fears.&lt;br /&gt;To the people we thought deserved our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;whom now we bash and rip apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's to the pictures in frams with stories to say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that we will be sure to pack when we go away.&lt;br /&gt;To the foorball games we have watched beneath the lights,&lt;br /&gt;and our cheers and chants drifting into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to proms and dances and high-school romances.&lt;br /&gt;To homecoming games,&lt;br /&gt;with all the wins in our name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to late nights we've spent cramming for tests,&lt;br /&gt;and mornings where coffee made up for our rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To the dances and events we took months to create,&lt;br /&gt;the night before worries that came too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's to the tears we knew we'd cry,&lt;br /&gt;to the people and places we say good-bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the wild and bizarre things we've done,&lt;br /&gt;that we will remember to be the most fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the letters we left unsigned,&lt;br /&gt;may our identities be revealed all in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the relationships we wonder how we ever lived without,&lt;br /&gt;and the crushes we look back on and laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it is time to place our glasses down,&lt;br /&gt;put on our caps and turn our tassels around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen for our names and let them echo through,&lt;br /&gt;and realize how fast these four years just flew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-4917039349930505059?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4917039349930505059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=4917039349930505059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/4917039349930505059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/4917039349930505059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/toast-sarah-watroba-raise-your-glass-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-6713342502679476346</id><published>2006-11-22T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:43:10.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're willing to let go of your past you want your future to be better but, what if it doesnt..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a time for you to move on,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm firm with this theory "&lt;em&gt;the more you want to move on, the more you can't&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;So what even if you can move on, you won't go around saying "i've moved on"&lt;br /&gt;You don't, cause if you did, you'll want to keep it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;then rather using it as an excuse to cover up all your feelings.....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i'm saying all these, it's stuffs i put at the back of my brain that's putting me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, emptiness. One word, many meanings, &lt;em&gt;what's your definition of emptiness&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(money? food? fame?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm really glad that i've got friends that's always there for me. And i know some of you are going to be my friend for life :) 20 years down the road, still as close, still that loving like before, talking about life. Ups and downs. I wished to say i'm happy with where i am in life right now, but seriously words just can't come out from my mouth. I'll learn to be stronger :) Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till then, i still believe things will change for everyone :]&lt;/span&gt; Back to the QOTD, if my future doesn't get better, i'm still going to live it and try to change it.. Then i'll grow, then i'll be happier :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-6713342502679476346?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6713342502679476346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=6713342502679476346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/6713342502679476346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/6713342502679476346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/question-of-day-when-youre-willing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-1630868916178626277</id><published>2006-11-21T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:49:41.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just so happened to bump into something when i was on the phone with my love..&lt;br /&gt;MY.. HOUSE... KEYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :):):):):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after feeling so guilty for those few days. I'm a new person again! (or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huang wei en, cheer up la! i suck at words but i must say this: i'm not (a) than YOU :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-1630868916178626277?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1630868916178626277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=1630868916178626277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/1630868916178626277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/1630868916178626277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-so-happened-to-bump-into.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-6390472319834724187</id><published>2006-11-21T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:01:22.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're one damn f ugly bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even till right now, i don't and i won't and i'll never acknowledge you as my friend, let alone _.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck you, you're fucken annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since last time, i've disliked you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And yknow what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You tried getting close to them, screw up people's friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Break up the bonds, tried so hard to set a fucken trend and to my utmost disgust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you succeeded twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You forever fail to realise what people around are thinking. Even if we're 1cm close to you and totally dissing you off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause you're too fucken too full of yours.&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;Fuck and yknow what, it stinks even more than i'm in _ same as you. Hurrrr, number one. Fuck you. You're first on my &lt;strong&gt;ALL TO HATE LIST &lt;/strong&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:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I forgot to blog about _ ystd so there goes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to change my passport photo with my daddy, waited like gazillion hours just to sit and sign some doc for 1 min. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Macdonalds with him after, and i went to the childcare :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today i asked the kids, HOW TO SPELL MY NAME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Their answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sharlet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shalottle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;charlett&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and some actually went to the extent and asked, &lt;em&gt;got G? Got I? Got F?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Only 3 managed to guessed out, but actually Hong shing so happened to have a classmate called charlotte as well and he went to tell charmaine and clement about the spelling and they told me.. Haha, kissables! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, &lt;strong&gt;what creature wants to hold your hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An octopus :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Im in need of photos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I wanna play msn games)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-6390472319834724187?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6390472319834724187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=6390472319834724187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/6390472319834724187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/6390472319834724187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/youre-one-damn-f-ugly-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-7230931683285798039</id><published>2006-11-20T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:45:38.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy 17th, Roy!&lt;/strong&gt; You suck for always hogging onto the phone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trio outing!&lt;br /&gt;Just like old times.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody/nothing can replace you two (shitheads)!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; for totally trying to rape/hug/kiss/touch me, i'll get you back :D&lt;br /&gt;Wheeehee, no one makes me more gay than you!&lt;br /&gt;Lurrrrvvvvveeeeee yooooouuuuuuuu *inserts 745328475872865 hearts&lt;br /&gt;clarissa's: &lt;a href="http://derailedtrack.blogspot.com"&gt;http://derailedtrack.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yunno's: &lt;a href="http://fluorescentwhite.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fluorescentwhite.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha doing online quizzes are super funny :D&lt;br /&gt;I DID A QUIZ THAT WERE MEANT FOR GUYS CAUSE I READ THE DESCRIPTION WRONGLY AND I FOUND OUT, i like debutante (a young woman making a debut into society) type of girls. HAHAHAHAHA -faints.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm 15% slut :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt; (really sacarstic voice)&lt;/em&gt; SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST SO TALLLLLLLLL NOWADAYS, 5'7. I'm only 5'2 -.- Tall people loses to short people in &lt;u&gt;ALL MSN GAMES&lt;/u&gt;. -only provided if they don't CHEAT :D&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, so what if you're tall and can touch the celling! I stand on chair also can :D &lt;strong&gt;Mr uncle sir :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Screwwwwwwwwww zee weather :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-7230931683285798039?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7230931683285798039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=7230931683285798039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/7230931683285798039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/7230931683285798039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-1670672900960684096</id><published>2006-11-19T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:15:15.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This shouldn't be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of all i've held on to&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin has a fetish for white long pants, white jacket, white everything. Yknow why? He wants to look like Zac Effron in HSM -.- Since June okay, this mad little boy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-1670672900960684096?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1670672900960684096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=1670672900960684096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/1670672900960684096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/1670672900960684096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-shouldnt-be-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-1648292444416922602</id><published>2006-11-19T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T04:28:09.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at the time :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raaah, i just wrote this blooooooody fucken long letter (well at least i thought it was long) to somebody &amp; yknow what, i don't know that person's addresssssssssssssssssssss. HAHA THAT PERSON IS MY LOVE! -blows 1736542742387502 kisses to lizzie and smack one right down her hand :D I don't know why but i've been packing AGAIN :/ I always pack when i've got nothing to do so everything's all neat and tidy just the way i like it :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i really think i lost my housekeys, at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMOKAY, my mum said this to me or my aunties today.&lt;br /&gt;She's my pillar of support... Well i agree with that when it doesn't include her yapping non-stop about my brothers *rolls eye session starts now*, yappity yappppp non stop :/&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i still love her cause there's nothing for her to be proud of me so yeah i guess yapping about my bros' one of her utmost pleasure in life right now. &lt;em&gt;Just so yknow, smth's gonna change about that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, i'll go and sleep now i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody still don't believe i won him 3-1 in reversi :O HAVE OKAY, NEXT TIME I'LL SCREENSHOT EVERY SINGLE GAME TO SHOW YOU. Haha, jkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk i dont have the time to fight with an &lt;strong&gt;uncle&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-1648292444416922602?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1648292444416922602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=1648292444416922602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/1648292444416922602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/1648292444416922602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-at-time-o-raaah-i-just-wrote-this.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-5429238224679898317</id><published>2006-11-18T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:53:44.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, I LOVE NEOPET'S ULITAMTE BULLLLLLLLLSEYE!&lt;br /&gt;Cause i just got a BULLLLLLLLLLSEYE! I swear i felt like i was floating around! After sucking at that game since everrrrrrrrrrrrrr :D I love neopets! Esp during the holidays, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you :'(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-5429238224679898317?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5429238224679898317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=5429238224679898317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/5429238224679898317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/5429238224679898317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg-i-love-neopets-ulitamte.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-1247323611225844323</id><published>2006-11-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T20:54:38.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Xiao jing yu is major love :) &amp; i'm xiao pang yu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omg,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-1247323611225844323?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1247323611225844323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=1247323611225844323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/1247323611225844323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/1247323611225844323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/xiao-jing-yu-is-major-love-im-xiao-pang.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116357930075146725</id><published>2006-11-15T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday was the class partaaaaaaaaaaay/bbq whatever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met lizzie love love love at the train station and went to downtown east to the chalet. Sat around, watched mermer, yingxiu and yingtian start the fire then mr seow came, gawd he was taking bloody candid shots of everybody the whole nightttttttttt :/ Then they started bbq-ing but being me, knowing that either i'll burn myself or the food or both, i stepped away from the pit :D okay, maybe i was lazy too (: Mrs Lee and her family came, her baby's soooooooooo cute :D he gave me the biscuit twice okay, haha. So like, since i was soooo lazy to bbq the food for myself, yunno &amp; i started stealing mr seow's satays :D Okayyyyyyyy can't rmb what happened, cake time. Because evelene's going australia, it's like her farewell. Cake in the face and cake warrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr :D (did anybody eat the cake? haha i didn't) Then they started playing waterbomb, like i was so innocent standing the middle of no where eating satay (i think) and i bombed. Right in front. Walalalaa, everybody went bonkerssssss and started playing water bomb. AMANDA AND LIZZIE WERE DAMN FUNNNY :D They made raincoat or smth to protect themselves but in the end, they were suppppppperrrr wet :D Haha. After that sat around and talked to the teachers, and left with lizzie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train ride with love love was the best :) &amp;amp; our phone conversations!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we're not in the same class next year, i'll look forward to sitting with you in higher chinese next year! :) I love &lt;strong&gt;lizzie&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;strong&gt;birdy&lt;/strong&gt; for talking sense into me :) i love you a lottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; oh, i got posted into 3C next year :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116357930075146725?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116357930075146725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116357930075146725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116357930075146725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116357930075146725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-yesterday-was-class.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116333667017228144</id><published>2006-11-12T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:08.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/42505388/?qo=13&amp;q=by%3Aanarzam&amp;amp;qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/42505388/?qo=13&amp;q=by%3Aanarzam&amp;amp;qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37063164/?qo=30&amp;amp;q=by%3Aszym&amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+-in%3Ascraps"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37063164/?qo=30&amp;amp;q=by%3Aszym&amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+-in%3Ascraps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(minus minus minus minusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's because i still think of you.&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/29818293-116333667017228144?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116333667017228144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116333667017228144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116333667017228144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116333667017228144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-at-this-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116325679724178356</id><published>2006-11-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:08.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word vomit:&lt;br /&gt;Something's holding my mood down to its lowest point,&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get rid of those thoughts but i dont know how to.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was you that's making me like that but it's not, it's something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* has become a habit, needs to quit it badly ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel like saying this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jolene Lim, i miss youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!! &gt; ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're both busy with our own lives and hardly spoken for quite a long while, i really miss spending time with you. I really miss telling you secrets, after dunno when we stopped like yeah yknow (that's what i think) Well, i look forward to the class party. You're the only one right now i wanna talk to.&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things bottled in me, i don't know why and how i should start :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll read this someday right, best? ): &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116325679724178356?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116325679724178356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116325679724178356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116325679724178356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116325679724178356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/word-vomit-somethings-holding-my-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116324473770529238</id><published>2006-11-11T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(EDITED BECAUSEEEEEEEEEEE SOMEBODY COMPLAINED THAT THE SCORES WEREN'T RIGHT! ahah:D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNO: LOST 1-4&lt;br /&gt;FLAGS: OWN 4-0&lt;br /&gt;REVERSI: &lt;s&gt;OWNING IN PROCESS :D 1-0&lt;/s&gt; WON 3-1&lt;br /&gt;I've never played so many msn games in a day, woooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when 2 very bored people starts talking online &amp;amp; decides to play msn games! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When'll msn have tai di! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116324473770529238?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116324473770529238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116324473770529238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116324473770529238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116324473770529238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/edited-becauseeeeeeeeeee-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116306555045549822</id><published>2006-11-09T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because you live, and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help.&lt;br /&gt;Because you live girl, my world has twice as many stars in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something about this song that makes me feel so &lt;strong&gt;(feel in the blanks)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116306555045549822?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116306555045549822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116306555045549822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116306555045549822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116306555045549822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/because-you-live-and-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116295674493656810</id><published>2006-11-08T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:07.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something's wrong with me lately &amp; i've been repeating this for 172846592834 times to myself.&lt;br /&gt;It's the pink man, it's doing something to me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just got back from dental. Pretty nice besides the fact that i got 2 injections and now half my face can't move and when i rinse, all the water just went walalala-weeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I wet myself because of that, it was damn fun :D&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm not getting braces (though i might be sometime later in my life) It's this root canal treatment thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never become a dentist :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mouth's itchy, hahaaa, i feel funny! :] -under amnesiaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116295674493656810?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116295674493656810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116295674493656810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116295674493656810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116295674493656810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/somethings-wrong-with-me-lately-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116283242270344275</id><published>2006-11-07T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:07.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too busy for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, MY NECK AND MY WRIST IS SO PAIN :/ OKAY I SHOULD TELL YOU WHY.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I SLEPT, I DREAMT OF SOMETHING SHIT BAD AND I ENDED UP IN THIS STATE, KNS :(&lt;br /&gt;MY WRIST WAS HOOOOOOOOOOO MYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDD, KILLING ME WHEN I WAS EATING AND MY NECKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU IMAGINE NOT MOVING A MUSCLE BESIDES YOUR FINGERS TYPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(this means, i must sleep more :D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I PRAY I CAN WAKE UP AT 7.30 TOMORROW PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherish the ones you have now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birdy&lt;/strong&gt; i may not know how you're feeling or what you're going through now but i want you to know no matter what happens you can always talk to me k :) &lt;strong&gt;i love you! and take care okay &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, cause all of us doesn't want to see you break down kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just wish everything just stops and turn back.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever i'm going to do in the future, i will not regret my actions. Though i may feel sore for doing them but i'll not regret, &lt;em&gt;i just hope my future's on the right tracks now :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116283242270344275?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116283242270344275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116283242270344275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116283242270344275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116283242270344275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-busy-for-you-omg-my-neck-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116280482790616209</id><published>2006-11-06T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:07.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow, i bet i'll die tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i've to wake up wooooooooooooooow early to get to the childcare.&lt;br /&gt;Second, i've to wake up wooooooooooooooooow early to get to the childcare JUST TO PLAY BADMINTON WITH THEM.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, why the hell did i promised that i'll bring them outdoors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (let me shoot myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been myself lately :/&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking about _ the other day and slammmmmmmm, i dreamt of _. &lt;strong&gt;I stress this, i hate my dreams. No matter good or bad, i just hate them :/&lt;/strong&gt; But i sure do love sleeping (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116280482790616209?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116280482790616209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116280482790616209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116280482790616209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116280482790616209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow-i-bet-ill-die-tomorrow-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116273315566501388</id><published>2006-11-05T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:07.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG, STEP UP WAS AWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Totally awesome, 11/10 &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously worth watching, even if you're not a dance person (like me)&lt;br /&gt;But Channing Tatum sure can dance maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan :):):):):):):):):):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i just watched Take The Lead, it's quite nice i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="290" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/StepUpMoviePoster_000.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm fighting, for something that's real for the first time in my life. *melts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;WOAH SO YOU GUYS THINK YOU'RE ALL HOT AND ALL AND EVERYONE'S DYING TO HAVE A PIECE OF YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU HUH?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Even if your ego is bigger than you, bigger than the whole wide world, the whole entire universe doesn't mean you can go round spreading shit about people. LIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;You always think problems start with us, WRONG. I'm going to say this straight, it's YOUR. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Cause you think you can twist and turn stories and made it seem like woaaaaah we're the despo, we're the ones that are ohsopoorthing. WRONG, the weak ones are you. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Why not, if so why do your need to say love is part of your life, i'm deprvied of love, blah blah blah BULLSHIT. You know the least about what love's about, c'mon we're all just 14!!!!!!!!!! Don't act as if you know everything. Dont act as if we're the ones who _ you, by right you're the ones who fucking pushed us into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Dont act like a little kittttttty hooking up with other girls, drowning them with your sweetforNOTHINGS, IT'S JUST GOING TO BE ANOTHER CYCLE OF YOURS. s, d, s, d,s,d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;YOU SHOULD JUST FUCKINGING SIT ON YOUR FUCKING WHEELCHAIR NOW. GO AHEAD, EVERYONE'S SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WAITING FOR YOU TO DO SO. SO THERE BE ONE LESS SHITPERSON WASTING THE EARTH'S SURFACE AREA. (oh wait, that increase it) but it means we'll see less of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;To someone like you deserves nothing, okay maybe a guy to go ohhhhhhhhsoooooooowellllllllllllll with. Stop saying that you're gay, cause you don't mean it. But i guess it's better you fucking go into a gay relationship with maybe HAHA so as you both can go start your little plan with each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Fucks like you doesn't even our time, but since we've already did. Fuck you and your motherfucking lies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Go ahead and spin up stories, ultimately we don't lose out, cause we've moved on and doesn't acknowledge of you no more. Fuckers :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116273315566501388?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116273315566501388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116273315566501388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116273315566501388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116273315566501388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/omfg-step-up-was-awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116262417704812511</id><published>2006-11-04T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:07.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got really smarty cousins man, both mother and father side.&lt;br /&gt;But why the hell am i so not smartypants-ish? (oh well)&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying, smarty cousins. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of them are in priamry 3 now, both of them got into the second round of the gifted progamme selection which means they're top 10% in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;1 got into actual gifted progamme thing which means he's top 1%, god top 100 in the whole singapore p3 cohort man.&lt;br /&gt;Where as the other, she's not very happy now but she's top 1% in her school so i hope she'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to self: chem notes, today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116262417704812511?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116262417704812511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116262417704812511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116262417704812511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116262417704812511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-got-really-smarty-cousins-man-both.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116261591743402243</id><published>2006-11-04T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:06.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woahhhh, you're fast&lt;br /&gt;but too bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM FASTER :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116261591743402243?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116261591743402243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116261591743402243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116261591743402243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116261591743402243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/woahhhh-youre-fast-but-too-bad-im.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116256589075874094</id><published>2006-11-03T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:06.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Anybody got any team building games and group cheers/songs to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/iz047.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/iz015.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/iz020.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/iz008.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/iz022-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My favourite rockstar!&lt;br /&gt;Specialty: mimicking stars on tv &amp; a very good sing-along partner&lt;br /&gt;currently in love, HAHAHAHHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My lunch buddy!&lt;br /&gt;Specialty: cracking up at anything and everything, yes everything. He laughed about his eyes and mushroom nose once.&lt;br /&gt;hates his veggies, loves to digress a lotttttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Idiot(me) &amp; the primary 1s pose! They thought of it themselves kkkkkkkkkkkk, so cute :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My favourite girl &amp; my favourite rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT THEM :) actually it's only a one-sided thing, haha! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My 3 angels :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; today the children decided to talk about their boyfriends and girlfriends,&lt;br /&gt;i tell you it's the funniest thing you can ever hear coming out from the mouth of p1s.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i cant rmb how long it was since i was like the p1s, 7 years ago? HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;one hell of a bunch of kiddos :D&lt;br /&gt;I assume their boyfriends and girlfriends equals to what we call now - crushes.&lt;br /&gt;teeheeee :] I was teasing rockstar about his girlfriend(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA) and he blushed and said noooooooooooooo, im not goinggggggggg tooooooooo telllllllllll youuuuuuuuuuuuu. -pokes&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me, my p2 cousin said he kissed a girl well actually it was the girl who kissed him because she likes him or smth, kids these days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother was asking if i had a boyfriend today ornot.&lt;br /&gt;"you got boyfriend anot!"&lt;br /&gt;"NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOO"&lt;br /&gt;"goood good gooooood! boys no good, no good no good!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;"they control you! you wont want people controlling you right!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i dont look like the type with boyfriends please, more like girlfriends KKKKKKKKKKKKK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy :) &lt;em&gt;can't wait for the primary school's holidays! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH TERESA, CHEER UP BABY! I LOVE YOU :) :D :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116256589075874094?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116256589075874094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116256589075874094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116256589075874094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116256589075874094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/anybody-got-any-team-building-games.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116236584191627414</id><published>2006-11-01T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:06.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="300" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/augustC62.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY YOU!&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR EVERYTHING, I LOVE YOU TILL DEATH AND I LOVE YOU FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS CRASHING OVER,&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOUR BED,&lt;br /&gt;I MISS RAFFLES,&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOUR DAMN BROWN WALLS,&lt;br /&gt;I MISS RUNNING THRU YOUR STUFFS AND LAUGHING LIKE A MPIG OVER THEM,&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOUR GRAMS' COOKING,&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HAVING LITTLE PICNICS IN YOUR ROOM,&lt;br /&gt;I MISS GROCERY SHOPPING FOR THE LITTLE PICNIC,&lt;br /&gt;SO BASCIALLY, CLARISSA YEO I MISS YOU! :( &amp; my life's not complete without youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated 3rd hubs! :D i bet we all miss the trio, didn't we? :) &lt;strong&gt;*hinthint*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116236584191627414?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116236584191627414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116236584191627414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116236584191627414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116236584191627414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-you-thanks-for-everything-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116234979759293289</id><published>2006-11-01T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:06.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WOO HAPPY HALLOWEEN! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for my mom's bitch fit, i'd have such a great night. However, dinner was great. Thank you babes! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; i didn't go childcare cause i was just so tired today,&lt;br /&gt;i've to put up with my mum when she gets home :/&lt;br /&gt;she said i was fucken grounded cause i was late like what 5 minutes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll just sneak out someday :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116234979759293289?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116234979759293289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116234979759293289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116234979759293289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116234979759293289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/woo-happy-halloween-d-if-not-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116221559993341041</id><published>2006-10-30T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:06.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The guardian was really nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's been pretty long since i've caught a good flick, so yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/theguardian2.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you didn't know i keep a photo of ashton kutcher in my wallet since i don't know when :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whattttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt, he's cute whatttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. rightttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt?&lt;br /&gt;Fine, i watched the guardian for him.&lt;br /&gt;I cried buckets for him. (and his coach)&lt;br /&gt;But don't you just adore that cute thang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towned with birdy and jolene, i'm damnzxzxz tired :/ Walked like gazillions hours just for the halloween thing&lt;br /&gt;AND HELL MY MUM JUST SAID I CAN'T GO. KNS I'M DAMN ANNOYED.&lt;br /&gt;But she'll defintely say yes.&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, (please) ? :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's halloween mummmyyyyyyy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be a good girl and i'll promise not to go out besides dental and childcare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(OH SHIT, I'VE GOT SMTH ON ON FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh mummmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :))))))))))))))))))))))))) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be home damn early =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just out for a dinner and have fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why N-O?! Whatever, i'm still going. -runs out of house :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116221559993341041?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116221559993341041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116221559993341041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116221559993341041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116221559993341041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/guardian-was-really-nice-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116211488219340127</id><published>2006-10-29T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:05.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(whats with the missing capital letters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i packed my room the other week, putting all my stuff toys into a box.&lt;br /&gt;they almost burst out but my mum took out a whale toy and kept it. now she told me she gave away the whole box to my cousin, thankkkkkkk god its my cousin cause somethings are from some people :(&lt;br /&gt;in primary school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate dreams :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116211488219340127?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116211488219340127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116211488219340127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116211488219340127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116211488219340127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-with-missing-capital-letters-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116208736906328355</id><published>2006-10-29T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:05.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up like 1145 last night because my toe was like aching the shit out of meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, i slept damn early last night :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knn, go ahead and lie more.&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you need a shoulder, you'll no longer have me.&lt;br /&gt;You built this friendship with all those nice stuff and now destorying it with these fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, do i look like i care or do i even give a damn anymore? NO.&lt;br /&gt;It's all going to be a fake. Wahbiang, i'm damn irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Share all those we've had with others just to make them go * with you. Uh. So exciting hor. I knew it all along that i'll always be treated like this even though you said otherwise :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P E O P L E]&lt;br /&gt;1. boyfriend/girlfriend? This Year ?&lt;br /&gt;Hah, i'll admit it. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lost any friends?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gained any friends?&lt;br /&gt;yep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Met a new good friend?&lt;br /&gt;oh yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P L A C E S]&lt;br /&gt;1. Went out of the country?&lt;br /&gt;for camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. New school?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How many times on an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Road trips?&lt;br /&gt;twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Y O U]&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you changed?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. New look?&lt;br /&gt;naaaaaah, i cut my hair. cut here cut there, in the end - still the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Any new addictions?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha a couple :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Biggest conflict this year?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Most depressed time this year?&lt;br /&gt;late may/early june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[L O V E]&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;seriously, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you get heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was your summer love?&lt;br /&gt;haha nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[S E A S O N S]&lt;br /&gt;1. Favorite Season?&lt;br /&gt;singapore's great without the 4 seasons :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Least favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Good birthday?&lt;br /&gt;hah, i can say i didn't enjoy myself as much as i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Highest temperature?&lt;br /&gt;39.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[F I N A L Q U E S T I O N S]&lt;br /&gt;1. Snuck out:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kept your resolution&lt;br /&gt;i didn't make any resolutions this year :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Got arrested&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Had a first something&lt;br /&gt;why yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Smoked weed/drugs&lt;br /&gt;eew, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Had a crush&lt;br /&gt;same old crush, crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Got bad grades&lt;br /&gt;woo duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Got suspended&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Love status&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Got friendster in&lt;br /&gt;2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Learned an instrument&lt;br /&gt;:) no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Started a band&lt;br /&gt;naaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Spent over 1 million dollars&lt;br /&gt;:O money from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Went streaking&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Done something you shouldn't have!&lt;br /&gt;yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Kept a secret?&lt;br /&gt;yes but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Changed your view on things&lt;br /&gt;certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;no more commitments.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116208736906328355?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116208736906328355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116208736906328355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116208736906328355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116208736906328355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-woke-up-like-1145-last-night-because.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116203678524152824</id><published>2006-10-28T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:05.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only remembered that we've got to hand in the combination form on monday, aiyoh! :O&lt;br /&gt;Amanda reminded me, haha. So..... i guess i'll go back school after sending the p1s to school but will it be too late? Should i ask my dad to hand it in for me?&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that i'm scared i don't get into the same class with most of you guys, but i guess it's too late for all these worries already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got many blisters and i've got many new stuffs :D&lt;br /&gt;Cause me, Amanda, Narelle and loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee went on a All-str8-girls-outing :P that's what amanda said. It was pretty fun :) I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now i'm super X 10000000000000000000000000000000 times HUNGRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116203678524152824?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116203678524152824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116203678524152824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116203678524152824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116203678524152824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-only-remembered-that-weve-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116195166459293560</id><published>2006-10-27T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:05.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went over to help out at the Agape's graduation concert for the kindergarteners :D Had deaps of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, really. I mean the kids. Okay, i've got proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/iz022.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/iz016.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/iz009.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/iz025.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i saw my cuppycake + her sister :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; I CAN FINALLY SEE MY ONE AND ONLY NEXT MONDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY &amp; my rockstar &amp;amp; ok, i can't rmb already. Point is, i can see them all :):):):):):):):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/DSCF0876.jpg" width="160" /&gt; &lt;img height="210" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/DSCF0462.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday plan:&lt;br /&gt;(work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get started with To kill a mocking bird and A midsummer's night dream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A maths tuition &amp; practice sec 2 maths. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the newspaper at least on weekdays, both english and chinese.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Browse thru physics and chem text.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assessment books? ;O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;(play)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;ZOO, Science Centre, Bird Park &amp; i-don't-know-alrd outings :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish watching all the la bi xiao xin :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING :D:D:D:D:D:D:D &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ice skating someday?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to play Lan :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swimming! &amp;amp; running :/ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, i don't know what i can list down already. So once i thought of them, down it goes :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116195166459293560?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116195166459293560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116195166459293560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116195166459293560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116195166459293560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-over-to-help-out-at-agapes.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116184428272100202</id><published>2006-10-26T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:05.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;2 Saint Deirdre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been a grrrr-eeeaaatttt class, i'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss each and every single one of you, esp the ones that i won't be in the same class with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss standing right in front of the flag pole during morning assembly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll miss the science lab with mr tan and he's leaving already, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll miss the smelly geog classroom where everybody looked half dead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll miss the running tracks and the running style we had during pe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll miss the horrrrrrrible 4 floors climb to get to english/lit class and die in it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll miss random singings in the mid of the class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll miss the bus rides,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll miss funny way of talking back to teachers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll miss getting off the hook with our wonderful rebutters, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll miss getting into trouble together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll miss 2D a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though some of us're not as close as before or to start with, thank you for making my 2 years so enjoyable :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P7300011.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;41 seems like a great number for us :) &lt;strong&gt;xoxo.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potatoes, we'll always be a clique, forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must still have wonderful outings and recess together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of you left something special in my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new friends or not? &lt;strong&gt;clique forever baby &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116184428272100202?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116184428272100202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116184428272100202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116184428272100202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116184428272100202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-saint-deirdre-youve-been-grrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116177384289015903</id><published>2006-10-25T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:05.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so sick of feeling this way, shit. I know it's all coming back, late may/june holidays. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the effort made, all gone. Kns, how would you feel if you were me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget it, i'll just bottle up. Simple and easy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radin Mas thing's like pretty fun :D&lt;br /&gt;Felicia said i'm getting better and better at tai ti :D&lt;br /&gt;Felicia is my good luck charm :D&lt;br /&gt;Songwen lent me ALL her la bi xiao xin :D&lt;br /&gt;Liseah, Amanda, Yunhua and Charlotte formed the superb tai ti gang :D&lt;br /&gt;Mee Sotoe(right?) is the school's besttttttttttttttttest and yummiest :D&lt;br /&gt;Bridge(right?) not my thang, too much info :D&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE DNT BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second last day with 2D, old classmates/new class boy i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's just link back to yknow where.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116177384289015903?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116177384289015903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116177384289015903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116177384289015903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116177384289015903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-sick-of-feeling-this-way-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116168678520250335</id><published>2006-10-24T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:05.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; edit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard's becoming an addictionnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised all my blogskins are always............&lt;br /&gt;SO SQUARE-ISH&lt;br /&gt;and the words squish up together.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well after having the same blogskin for 3 months, time for a change :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT GET ME STARTED ON MY F-ED UP DAY :) &lt;strong&gt;i wish you die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;/ edited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reading this somewhere and i heard it once from somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You may forget who that person is but you'll never forget how he/she made you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, this particular person i saw, started waving and smiling to me in a very very VERY enthu way. As much as i was trying to remember who she was, i couldn't so i only had a o.O face. For 5 seconds, we stood a distance away from each other and i decided to walk away. Maybe i really made that person feel good babyyyyyyyyyyyy! HAHA :D thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm really really really going to change my blogskin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have moved on, but i haven't forgotten :B &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;coming to 2 years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116168678520250335?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116168678520250335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116168678520250335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116168678520250335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116168678520250335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/edit-yellowcards-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116161392331336795</id><published>2006-10-23T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:04.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:22;"&gt;OH I SLEPT LIKE FROM &lt;strong&gt;7.30 LAST NGIHT TO 6 THIS MORNING&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't ask me why and how, i just got really tired, seriously :O champion! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116161392331336795?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116161392331336795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116161392331336795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116161392331336795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116161392331336795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-i-slept-like-from-7.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116161368301205686</id><published>2006-10-23T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:04.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE GOT A LOT OF THINGS TO SAY CAUSE I FEEL SO FULL (:O) NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1) during the dove talk thingy, birdy did the sweetest thingggggggggggggggg :D :) :D :) :D it made my day really really really really!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I love you birdy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;i'm going to put it up BIG &lt;/strong&gt;so you'll stop laughing at my la bi xiao xin okay! I love him to nuts okay :D You should watch it with me *winks winks! ;)&lt;br /&gt;thanks birdy, seriously :) :D :)&lt;br /&gt;2) like we played tai ti through out the whole day :O i played guess who with collette, i was winning at firsttttttttttttt every single round then i lost :P so we tied the score in the end, 8 games so 4-4 :) I played the speed game with felicia too, omgggggggggggggg she's the ultimate queen of cards! seriously :D &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love felicia a lot!&lt;/span&gt; she's damn nice :) and she taught me how to play tai ti PROPERLY!!!!!!! unlike people who always say i waste my cards, *blink blink blinkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk* i've got 1 set of kings baby! :D:D:D:D:D:D so (duh) i won that round, HAHA. TAI TI IS FUN :D&lt;br /&gt;3) level ranking, what the ...................................&lt;br /&gt;Pure phy, sure. okay maybe. pure chem, sure. pure lit, NOT SURE!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4)clarissa's! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i shall check her blog now. KNS NEVER BLOG ABOUT ME, YOU GOOD. i bet you'll read this so 'cuse you:D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weird little boy in the lift was talking about HSM, saying what he should go for a musical in hgih school then it'll be HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL. oh and that's not enough, he was like "omg LOUSY PHONE -looks at my phone, OH SORRY I GOT A 3G PHONE" Haha, do i look like care? &gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. You're prolly fucking p4, so why the fuck do you need sucha great 3G phone?! (this made me really pissed) :/ i swear, i hate p3-6 fucking little kids. i'll slap my cousins if they were like that, HA JUST KIDDING. They're angels :) -sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I slept like 30-45 minutes in her house, played with chalk and crayons and webcammed! :D haha, i love webcams :) how cute!&lt;br /&gt;If you counted how many times i've sneezed when i was at and after i left clarissa's house, HAHAHAHAH you'll just go oh. So yep i sneezed at least like 30 times (oh!) Aircon plus full blast fan, still not enough for :D clarissa had to wear a jacket :D and i was still in fbt and pe attire, ahha! she was sneezing too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY DAY WAS GREAT :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i came home like 8, i told my mum i was on the way home at 6 plus, so she punished me by washing the dishes and i practically washed my shirt :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;(For &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, if you still read my blog.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's count up the reasons to cry&lt;br /&gt;Look what you've missed, living like this&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You never say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;Try to tell me that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't assume me to take it bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe there's beauty in goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There just no reason left to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Take you away from that empty apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You stay and forget where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Someday if ever you love me you'd say it's okay&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to be angry and never let go&lt;br /&gt;It only gets harder the more that you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When you get lonely if no one's around&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll catch you when you're falling down&lt;br /&gt;We came together but you left alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know how it feels to walk out on your own&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I will see you again&lt;br /&gt;And you'll look me in my eyes and call me your friend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll hand over the plasters, i can't assure your heart can be mended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but time to move on, nothing left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;disappointments piling up's a sad sight, &lt;strong&gt;#1D: you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116161368301205686?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116161368301205686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116161368301205686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116161368301205686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116161368301205686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-got-lot-of-things-to-say-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116150452305331750</id><published>2006-10-22T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:04.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="200" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/shinchan2.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/shinchan.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/shinchan3.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT'S WITH ME AND LA BI XIAO XIN :D He's a great dancer yknow! :D:D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116150452305331750?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116150452305331750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116150452305331750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116150452305331750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116150452305331750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-whats-with-me-and-la-bi-xiao.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116145170692886837</id><published>2006-10-22T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:04.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU WERE ALL OUT BUSY HAPPILY SPENDING YOUR SATURDAY,&lt;br /&gt;CHARLOTTE HAS DONE IT AGAIN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) she woke up at 1130, slept at 1245 that morning.&lt;br /&gt;2) she watched lao bi xiao xin(****TYPO:&lt;strong&gt; la bi xiao xin&lt;/strong&gt;)  till she doze off at around 1400..&lt;br /&gt;3) &amp;amp; she woke up at 1730 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So basically right now, i don't know what time i'm going to sleep :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;br /&gt;maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;br /&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to minus my emo nights, let's watch some tv people! :D -so this is how i'm going to spend my weekends again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116145170692886837?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116145170692886837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116145170692886837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116145170692886837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116145170692886837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-everybody-when-you-were-all-out.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116133609899788612</id><published>2006-10-20T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:04.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum happily dropped her phone into a pail of water, :O and now i've to get her some phone to use :/&lt;br /&gt;I offered my/her 6280 but noooooooooooooooooo, she doesn't want it. Why? I also don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Something like this happened to me before too! :D&lt;br /&gt;I was msging (i can't rmb who) then errr my phone just slipped out of my hands and dropped into a huge tub of water!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So i picked it up, thinking it was still alright and all cause seriously, the screen was OKAY yknow. Then after awhile it went :O yes, blackout but it just auto fixed itself the next few days. miracle :D Last year's stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept singing this song today, i like okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I want you and I feel you&lt;br /&gt;Crawling underneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;Like a hunger like a burning&lt;br /&gt;To find a place I’ve never been&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m broken and I’m fading&lt;br /&gt;I’m half the man I thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you can have what’s left of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day i was singing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you're near I feel like I'm in heaven, feeling high&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you to know girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna run away, baby you're the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone started singing as well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE WEEK AND GOODBYE 2 SAINT DEIRDRE ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/yo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW HOW TO PLAY TAI TI OKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! DON'T PLAY-PLAY :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116133609899788612?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116133609899788612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116133609899788612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116133609899788612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116133609899788612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-mum-happily-dropped-her-phone-into.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116127171979188039</id><published>2006-10-19T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:04.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do i go from here ): ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't had enough with your results, go bug other people.&lt;br /&gt;Don't start it with me cause do i look like i give a damn about your results? No.&lt;br /&gt;Shut the fuck up :/ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like seriously, i'm done putting up with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST WE TAKE PURE LIT?!&lt;br /&gt;take a gun and shooooooooooooooooooot meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average : B4++, &lt;strong&gt;shut up&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116127171979188039?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116127171979188039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116127171979188039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116127171979188039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116127171979188039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-do-i-go-from-here-if-you-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116115567234188142</id><published>2006-10-18T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:04.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:28;"&gt;BIRDY'S BBQ WAS &lt;strong&gt;DA BOMBZZZ&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116115567234188142?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116115567234188142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116115567234188142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116115567234188142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116115567234188142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/birdys-bbq-was-da-bombzzz-d.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116100029173190328</id><published>2006-10-16T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;maths: i need more than i have now, i really do need more.&lt;br /&gt;english: i need more too.&lt;br /&gt;chinese: i give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;science: you give me a _, i'll jump for joy. okay maybe not but i'll but :)&lt;br /&gt;geog: just don't bomb me down, i don't need another fatal attack. seriously, enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;lit: another _ to my list, how wonderful cause you're a confirm _&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's about it :/&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i thought and i really tried, but sometimes it just doesn't/won't go your way.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda knew it'll turn out this way, i'm just so. uh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/rushflush26.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/rushflush28.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed hair was delibrate :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;HAPPY 2ND &lt;strong&gt;TRIO&lt;/strong&gt; MONTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both till foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I'll leave what i've to say, till some other day!&lt;br /&gt;BUT THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, i'm blessed with you two :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/rushflush13.jpg" width="190" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/rushflush22.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/rushflush15.jpg" width="190" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/rushflush11.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/rushflush20.jpg" width="190" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/rushflush16.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random loves &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116100029173190328?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116100029173190328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116100029173190328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116100029173190328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116100029173190328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-thought-and-i-really-tried-but.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116092395076547927</id><published>2006-10-15T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:04.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Final Destination 3 was :O :O :O :P :O :&lt;br /&gt;:P was for me wanting my brother to watch this scene where the guy's head was mmhm clapped together by the weightlifting machine whereby he screamed and took 2 minutes to brace himself and recover from the shock i caused him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There's school tomorrow?! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116092395076547927?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116092395076547927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116092395076547927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116092395076547927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116092395076547927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/final-destination-3-was-o-o-o-p-o-p.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116089979521636112</id><published>2006-10-15T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:03.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't know how irritated i am/was because of this&lt;em&gt; twisted nut&lt;/em&gt; at house, oh screw you :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bestfriend outinggggggggggggggggggggggggg :)&lt;/strong&gt; *inserts 94758326456252 hearts&lt;br /&gt;We went to Singapore Discovery Centre, yes. Singapore Dicsovery Centre, don't give the -.- look.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun okay, just that we missed the Aderaline Rush show or something :(&lt;br /&gt;Little George was damnnnnnnnnnnnn cute! "hello, my name is little george. nice to meet you"&lt;br /&gt;The Vikings and that 3D show was :O There was this group of primary school kids, superbly irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Jurong Point and cabbed to town,&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE IDOLS WERE IN JURONG POINT?! Omg, i saw Jonathan Leong and that was enough :) -melts&lt;br /&gt;Town, walkedddddddddd till my skin tore.&lt;br /&gt;Neoprints :B I closed the whole effing thing before i actually decorated it. Haha, oh well :)&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had quality time with you since like june, i missed you a lot! I MISSED US :)&lt;em&gt; I love you bestbesttt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched SAW II alone on friday night. Omg, i swear it is the nicest show ever after SAW :D&lt;br /&gt;But i've got to say this, whoever who wrote the story must have a very interesting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, i'll put up photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/stones23.jpg" width="240" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/stones14.jpg" width="240" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/stones16.jpg" width="240" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/stones28.jpg" width="240" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/stones48.jpg" width="240" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/slowdown026.jpg" width="240" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love you Jolene Lim! :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116089979521636112?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116089979521636112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116089979521636112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116089979521636112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116089979521636112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-dont-know-how-irritated-i-amwas.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116073513195856454</id><published>2006-10-13T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:03.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, hello! I'm free from the evil hands of the fye but now i'm suffering from pes :/ -post exam symptoms, all the results and everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for english tuition (soon) i really wonder why my english sucks so badly :B haiyer, C5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(fuck orals)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seriously. I got lowest in class?! :/&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, oh my goddddddddd. Another coming-C, or it came :/ urgh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Second average class, here i come, weehoo :/ :( :/ :( :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY :D&lt;br /&gt;Vivo city to catch Stay Alive with the bestest people! :D Fine i was lazy to blog yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Walked about, playground was damn small but size doesn't matter the things were so FUN :D We made friends with a small one again :)&lt;br /&gt;Seabreeze made me quiet, very quiet. But i'm okay, alright! :) :D :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the clique forever! :) Thanks for everything sweetcheeeeeeeeeeksssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/DSCF3082.jpg" width="290" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; some of us! :D Though not everyone's present, &lt;strong&gt;WE SHARE THE SAME LOVE :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Jared's today!&lt;br /&gt;One word, FUN. Two words, VERY FUN. 3 words, I'LLBE BACK :))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;TOMORROW: BESTFRIENDS DAY OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116073513195856454?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116073513195856454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116073513195856454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116073513195856454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116073513195856454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-hello-im-free-from-evil-hands-of.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116056280773470253</id><published>2006-10-11T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:03.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bastard, did i screw up my geog or what :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collette/Amanda/Felicia's answers = one question; one piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte's answers = one question; one page; each question; 5 lines only&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't squeeze out anything on global warming :(&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't :(&lt;br /&gt;And deforestation :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 more papers, just 2 more papers (to screw) - :/&lt;br /&gt;geog seriously gives a damn negative vribe, how nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116056280773470253?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116056280773470253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116056280773470253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116056280773470253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116056280773470253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/bastard-did-i-screw-up-my-geog-or-what.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116047377432983565</id><published>2006-10-10T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:03.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I EFFING HATE GEOG NOW!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain = 48 chapters of geog &lt;em&gt;(YES!!!!!!!)&lt;/em&gt; = 3 hours,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to learn from jolene and start drinking coffeeeeeeeee :D !&lt;br /&gt;-let's all pray to do well for geog or do very badly then there'll be moderation or whatever shit blah blah jkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today, i officially fell out of love with geog and tomorrow i'll get my heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song of the week - Crying by sugarcult Loves to the maxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; YES SCREW LIT BIG TIME, WAR IS A NO-NO IN EXAMINATIONS PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; SCREW GEOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up section B question 9 for maths paper 2, paper 1 i can't rmb but i think i'm average :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ESSAYS TOMORROW, I HAVEN'T EVEN MEMORISE ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccck :/ (panic people, panic together:D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116047377432983565?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116047377432983565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116047377432983565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116047377432983565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116047377432983565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-dont-know-how-much-i-effing-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116029231696978839</id><published>2006-10-08T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:03.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:22;"&gt;2 HOURS FOR LIT IS SO NOT ENOUGH, i must...&lt;br /&gt;- plan my time&lt;br /&gt;- write with quality (errr) not quantity&lt;br /&gt;- stick to the question&lt;br /&gt;- DO EVERY SINGLE EFFING QNS&lt;br /&gt;- NOT SCREW UPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studying can be soooooooo......... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/superfly4.jpg" width="190" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But give it a little bend......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/superfly3.jpg" width="190" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flip it over........... :))))))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/weehee005.jpg" width="190" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;HAPPY MUGGING PEOPLE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;credits: nick :D &gt; i miss monsters in pacman! so i'm here in the midst of my lit prep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HO-MY-GOD, I FRIGGY WASTED $4.10 ON THIS PIECE OF CRAP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/slowdown003.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correction tape, no? &lt;strong&gt;GLUE TAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; -kns :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116029231696978839?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116029231696978839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116029231696978839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116029231696978839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116029231696978839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-hours-for-lit-is-so-not-enough-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-116014057270455924</id><published>2006-10-06T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:03.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have only myself to blame if i screw up on my finals,&lt;br /&gt;alrighty charlotte you're blamed for screwing up english and chinese and for that&lt;br /&gt;you must mug twice as hard for the rest of the papers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost - Bowling For Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn’t cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost loved you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wished u would’ve loved me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-116014057270455924?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116014057270455924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=116014057270455924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116014057270455924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/116014057270455924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-only-myself-to-blame-if-i-screw.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115987077054216916</id><published>2006-10-03T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:03.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;MMMPM, BYEBYE STINGSHEART BABY. I'LL BE BACK &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115987077054216916?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115987077054216916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115987077054216916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115987077054216916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115987077054216916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/mmmpm-byebye-stingsheart-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115980853974047931</id><published>2006-10-03T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:02.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear, i'm not normal. Look at the time, if i change into my running shoes i can go jogging now.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so energetic &lt;em&gt;(at the wrong time)&lt;/em&gt; ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Roy's up with me too :D we're watching disney channel together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OKAY NOW'S AFTER 12 SO YESTERDAY,&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the efffffffing 195/123 with narellezxzxz for 15 minutes man! Haha, reached school on the dot :D&lt;br /&gt;Science was uber gay- Mr Tan's specs. No questions asked, okay maybe a lot of questions asked but he ignored everyone :D HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;PE, volleyball! GAY :) Me &amp; Jolene &amp;amp; Birdy &amp; Amanda started kicking the balls coming towards us. It was damn funny, bestbest kicked the ball and flew onto gwen's face. (ouch!) -damn red. Test, i think i got a C :D HAHA, how cool! Volleyball =/= laughing &amp;amp; waving your hands! Team 1 has the coolest victory sign! :D&lt;br /&gt;Dance, nothing much sang a couple of songs with the rest. I got A for dance, MIRACLE :) Recesssssssssss!!! HIGH POINT OF THE WHOLE DAY: yunno &amp; i danced togetherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr WHOOSH SWEETS :O I love you! (&lt;a href="http://happyinsanity.blogspot.com"&gt;http://happyinsanity.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) &gt; read from there?&lt;br /&gt;Art, mmpm seaweeds :D maths, i got 45/50 for paper 1 and errrr 30? for paper 2, my tuitor helped me, alright i suck at maths but i like maths! wheehaaaa :D geog was total turned up, thank you mrs lok. Appreciate your lessons. -not :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUGGING SESSION TODAY WAS ALRIGHT. Birdy took 3 hours to complete paper 1?! I finished 2 revision papers ^^ ! Okay, called Jared and sang him a birthday song and he taught me a japanese song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which he doesn't know what it means. OH WELL,&lt;br /&gt;CHIU CHIU&lt;br /&gt;CHIU BU LI LA&lt;br /&gt;CHIU CU LI LA LA&lt;br /&gt;PESICOLA&lt;br /&gt;CHIU BU LI LA&lt;br /&gt;CHIU CU LI LA LA&lt;br /&gt;-some advertisement he heard. Happy birthday gay-ness! :D Don't be sad alright :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts like effffffffffffffing shit now, ever since the recess game. Somewhat unbearable pain :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-my heart crashed, thanks for the wake up call :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115980853974047931?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115980853974047931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115980853974047931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115980853974047931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115980853974047931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-swear-im-not-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115971190370020492</id><published>2006-10-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:02.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a blast :D I love my chillpill and my love to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and to joe's friends whoever you are that's reading my blog, i tell you I AM STRAIGHT. STRAIGHTER THAN YOUR BLOODY RULER. Thank you :P) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got like a lot of balloons for my love cause it's her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Red orange yellow green blue indigo violet transparent and many many more! balloons made everyone gay :D Haha! esp helium balloons :D Mmmpm, the church carnival was greaaaaaaat :)&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself a lot, reflected and learned a lot. &lt;strong&gt;(Just let go and let the lord fill into you)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried a lot :/&lt;em&gt; sometimes you won't notice that you're stress, not even till the last point when you're about to crack.&lt;/em&gt; Really needed to let go, now that i let go already. Everything seems lighter! :)) Oh, saw marcus weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee there who didn't recognise me, how nice. Haha, see you there next time :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks love for bringing me there, i'll go church with you every sunday after exams :DD&lt;br /&gt;Then me and yunno went to tampines to watch JTMD, nice/comical/typical american highschool flick. Oh, if you cried during the show, do inform me.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what was so sad about it,yes yunhua? (I didn't talk to her for at least 20 minutes today cause she asked me to shut up! HAHAHAHAHA) I love you and i don't need to say anything to prove that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd October &gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED HO SHEN WEI! :D I miss going to your house and mess up! weeheee, book me a day to crash over :D HAPPY GAY-NESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(today's &lt;strong&gt;one of the best day&lt;/strong&gt; i've ever had in a long time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115971190370020492?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115971190370020492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115971190370020492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115971190370020492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115971190370020492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was-blast-d-i-love-my-chillpill.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115966810790546405</id><published>2006-10-01T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:02.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANGLISEAH, MY LOVE! FOREVER AND EVER, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! YAAAAAAAAY, THANKS FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL SCIENCE CLASSES AND SHARING AND RETARDING SESSIONS! I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU BAYBEH (; YOU'VE BEEN THE BESTEST SINCE EVER! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVVVVVVVVVVVVVE YOU :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; happy birthday :DD Meeting you later! weeheezzzz. I can always entrust my secrets and waterbottle! with you :) I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P3290012.jpg" width="180" border="7" /&gt;  &gt; OLD PHOTO! Omg, still the science lab :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY, MY ENTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wheehee, TRIO SATURDAY AGAIN! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained like donkeys in the morning, met clarissa cuckoohead first! :) I cabbed to JE to meet her cause i was late :P Today was so not productive for me, 1) i've got no more notes to do 2) i've got no more notes to do 3) I'VE GOT NO MORE NOTES TO DO! -okay maybe i still have a couple of chapters here and there but then errrr :D Haha, so we "studied" like 2 hours? Then yunno came, long john and candy and went back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, these evil force came. One auntie + One uncle + MANY dustbins = damnzxz irritated people. Kns, i could've glued the dustbin covers with supaaaaaaaaaaaglue man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anywaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, we went to clarissa's after another 2 hours of (not) productive studying session :D Me &amp; yunno started webcam with mmpm, yingxiu!! teresa gwen birdy :D Haha, walaoeh i pasted the sticker all over my face then when i peel out, i almost died. House of wax ;D When all the skin comes offfffff. Then there was this sour plum incident, "too close for comfort" recording, yunno raping clarissa (over and over) ! &lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;WHEEEHAAAAAAA &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THE TRIO!&lt;/strong&gt; A LOT A LOT A LOT :DDDDDDDDDD BEST! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY SATURDAY IS A HAPPY SATURDAY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt; omg, LAOPO! (laopohhh) Happy first day :) i lurbbb chuuuu :DD -stop blowing into the efffffing phone!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115966810790546405?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115966810790546405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115966810790546405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115966810790546405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115966810790546405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/angliseah-my-love-forever-and-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115954159417688706</id><published>2006-09-29T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:02.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right where you want me - Jesse Mccartney :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BABY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TAKE ME ON A JORNEY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'VE BEEN THINKING LATELY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I COULD USE A LITTLE TIME ALONE WITH YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRAZY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LET'S DO SOMETHING MAYBE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLEASE DON'T TAKE YOUR TIME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU GOT RIGHT WHERE YOU WANT ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with this song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today you shall remember me as the person who screwed up the most :D&lt;br /&gt;I did many many many bad things, naught Charlotte. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) errr, i woke up at 6. yknow 6's like super late for me. i was knocking off in the train, dying to sleep :/&lt;br /&gt;2) chinese, i paid attention, i forgot everything by the end of the class :/&lt;br /&gt;3) maths test, weeheezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz SCREWED. But Mr Lau was right, learn from your mistakes then you won't make them anymore :) i don't care even if i failed that paper, not azin fail fail lor. Azin, fail try harder :D weeheez, i lubbb chuuu maths :) - though i suck at it :/&lt;br /&gt;4) after school, I LEFT MY WATER BOTTLE IN RIFLE RANGE :( &amp; that happened like a million times this week! JUST THIS WEEK, i ran up and down to retrieve my water bottle :(( oh well, my love took it for me! I LOVE LOVE :) you made me happier!&lt;br /&gt;5) in macdonalds, after a few hours of usual muggings, i was fighting with yunno and i deleted all her inbox msges with my magic finger. (wow finger, you suck:D) she got into a crying mode for the next 20 minutes, then i was like sooooo guilty so i decided to leave but missy gave me a huge bite ( LOVEBITE!) and licked my hand. yknow the teeth marks are still there!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6) clarissa's small smiley ball :) i kicked hahahhaa long story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so more or less, good or bad day. I don't know :) I'll upload my photos tomorrow or next time. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115954159417688706?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115954159417688706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115954159417688706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115954159417688706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115954159417688706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/right-where-you-want-me-jesse.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115945467509063816</id><published>2006-09-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:02.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(i shall not be bothered to type capital letters) - &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english papers, screwed screwed screwed screwed screwed. letter writing, see why i stopped writing letters?! daaaaaamn. mrs lee didn't do anything for class, i was just doing something which i forgot which obviously was ummm nothing? ;) walalalalallaa, paper 2 walalalalalala i got nothing to say but it'll be screwed its always screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW CAPS LOCK!&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE SCIENCE BESIDE LOVE :O WAS IT DA BEZZZZZZZT OR THE BEZZZZZZZZT.&lt;br /&gt;WE DID MAGIC ;D&lt;br /&gt;WE MADE MR TAN PISSED BECAUSE OF LAUGHING GAS ;D&lt;br /&gt;WE MADE HIM MADE US ALMOST GOT SENT OUT (AGAIN) ;D&lt;br /&gt;WE TORE THE ORANGE PAPER INTO PIECES AND PLAYED OUR SECRET JIGSAW ;D&lt;br /&gt;WE LISTENED TO CLASS EVEN THOUGH WE DID NOT HAVE THE WORKSHEET BECAUSE WE CHANGED OUR FILES ;D&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE SCIENCE CLASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSES ;DDDDDDDD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- i need to bring my camera to school more often, weeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i clipped my nails, i feel happy and clean :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby take me on a journey&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinkin latley i could use a little time alone with you&lt;br /&gt;crazy&lt;br /&gt;lets do something maybe&lt;br /&gt;please dont take your time&lt;br /&gt;you got me right where you want me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115945467509063816?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115945467509063816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115945467509063816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115945467509063816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115945467509063816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-shall-not-be-bothered-to-type.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115926842788574423</id><published>2006-09-26T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mermer, i love you! I really love you, i love you like there's no tomorrow. I love you for giving me the autographed JL badge! I love you for giving me a brand new one somemore! I LOVE YOU MELISSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P8260035.jpg" width="230" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm sorry yunhua for getting you into trouble with Francis, :( At least we finally ordered our nametags right? I love you chillpill! Thanks for making my english/chinese class so full of crap :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your bloody poem! OMG, YOU BLOGGED ABOUT MY ALMOST-PEE-IN-THE-PANTS-THING! Smartass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://happyinsanity.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://happyinsanity.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Edited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SWEET : TOO SWEET :  TOO GODDAMIT SWEET: TOO FUCKEN SWEET &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now how i'm feeling, you won't know and you won't understand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115926842788574423?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115926842788574423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115926842788574423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115926842788574423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115926842788574423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/mermer-i-love-you-i-really-love-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115919594200616140</id><published>2006-09-25T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:02.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh mother of cows, singapore!!!!!! WHY ):&lt;br /&gt;I salute the man, Jonathan Leong, he's still mine &amp; aneesa's! :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, happy to all hady fans out there.&lt;br /&gt;I'll send flying kisses to all faithful jl fans who rooted for him since the start (winkwink ME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILE BABY! JL TILL FOREVER [: GET HIS SINGLE FOR ME OKAY AND I'LL HUG YOU OR LET YOU HUG ME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love PE today, i injured 5 people. Sylvia particularly :D&lt;br /&gt;I surfed and the ball landed on her head, on her legs, on her stomach. Omffffffffffff, amanda got hit by birdy! in the stomach. Apparently, charlotte spreaded today's crazy disease :D&lt;br /&gt;The ball almost went out of the window. I love volleyball already! Though i suck at the test today, i hit Ms Quek. -thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I see my future soccer team :D amanda, birdy, yunno, jolene &amp;amp; ME! HAHAHAHHA. This week's NYAA happens to be soccer too! YAY :) I almost died in the morning run today because of WHO?! &lt;strong&gt;TRIO! :DDDDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;I LOVE MY BESTBEST :) Busrides rock hard with you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115919594200616140?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115919594200616140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115919594200616140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115919594200616140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115919594200616140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-mother-of-cows-singapore-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115909457083462048</id><published>2006-09-24T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:01.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You clean up good, a little too good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I may have lied, white lies whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you moved like snap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Snap snap snap snap, SNAP.&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;I'm going to tear away your letter, i wonder what you did with mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115909457083462048?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115909457083462048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115909457083462048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115909457083462048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115909457083462048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-clean-up-good-little-too-good.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115902577593839022</id><published>2006-09-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:01.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/TRIO12.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Orange brings back memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/TRIO11.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where's my eyes. I'm green :) we're green :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome day! Studied + Fun = Trio's saturday! :D &amp; i cut my hair, screw the fringe.&lt;br /&gt;Exams = i don't give a damn about my hair :)&lt;br /&gt;Neoprints with hubs, lunch, library, clarissa's, home. How best can i possibly spend my saturday? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i wanted to blog about my whole day but then, if i did it won't be special anymore. Heeheehee, i'd love to keep the moment :) But photos next time :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE COCKROACHES, FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They were so closed to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, i wonder was it the same one me &amp; my bro fought with or what but omg, i'm dying now :/ i can't sleep at night anymore knowing that there's cockroaches in my house ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chillpill: No matter what happens, i'll be here, clarissa'll be here :) The trio'll stand by each other! :D Cheer up :) Loves you truckloads :D&lt;br /&gt;hubs:&lt;strong&gt; STOP HUGGING ME AND MOLESTING ME&lt;/strong&gt;, don't get so turned on la. I know it's by me :D haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the trio! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; BESTBEST I LOVE YOU TOO!, SAW YOUR BLOG BUT I CAN'T TAG SO YEP :D I know you'll read this :) someday. Haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115902577593839022?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115902577593839022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115902577593839022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115902577593839022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115902577593839022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/orange-brings-back-memories-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115893704535805902</id><published>2006-09-22T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:01.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see you've moved on, good for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i sat beside yunno for every single classssssssssssssss :D English/lit(3 periods!!!!!!) was a breeze :DD&lt;br /&gt;Played with stickers, me and yunno decided to paste one on top of our bagde cause we don't have our nametags :D My sticker was full YELLOW! &amp; hers was border green and green tiny-lined.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was damn kns, oh well. Love told me some stuffs, my mood went from happy-crazy into pissedoff-crazy. My limittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt! OUR LIMITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT :@@@@@@@@&lt;br /&gt;Maths, mmhm okay la :) though i can't rmb much. Assembly, JAZZ :D How cool man!&lt;br /&gt;Higher chinese after school, apple tea partner and i got confused with laoshi cause she started it! We were like the only 2 blindrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-shit my brother's complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T awhile, i picked out a million scrap wood for pw :D jasmine, pei qi &amp;amp; elanie quek's DAMN FUNNY, omgggggggggggggggggg. Haha, funny 2C people :)) Bused to jolene's house, i love the bus ride! Sharing time :D&lt;br /&gt;Did some stuffs, talked a lot. &lt;strong&gt;Bestbest's the bestest in my life :DD I love you!&lt;/strong&gt; yknow what, i knew what your reaction would be :) Thank god i told you everything, i didn't hide okay. Sweetcheeks, i reached home at 10 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucken dragonfly landed and crawled on my neck, i almost died. eeeew, bestbest IT IS SO NOTTTTTTT A SPIRIT. Okay, byebye! &lt;strong&gt;I'm happy (?) cause you moved on, am iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Let me go think about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115893704535805902?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115893704535805902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115893704535805902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115893704535805902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115893704535805902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-see-youve-moved-on-good-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115882777683410561</id><published>2006-09-21T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:01.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mornings with chillpill the nut's super fun :D&lt;br /&gt;Today we had morning run again, we laughed like some asses again and before we knew it we got tired and slowed down but we were so close to finishing the runs. This time, the both of us were dying.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, i was like, "can you stop talking back to laoshi" to chillpill. -clapclaps, i rock :D&lt;br /&gt;PE, volleyball test. 4, 4 :( I want a 555555555555555, why won't the effff ball land in my hands! Haha, amanda's my partner :D Miss quek knew we were peeping at the scores so she was like "go away before i change it!" quite fun yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;English, my attention was on some other things. But i did my homework so yep :D unless SOME people, hah. The one on my right particularly :D&lt;br /&gt;Recess, frisbeeeeeeeeeee. How gay was the game, i can't throw the frisbee! gwen said i was like throwing plates :D hubs just took the frisbee and RUN, omg that point we almost died laughing. 2-0, we won (: I had $2 worth of nuggets :D Chillpill and I had a great talk with the auntie selling the nuggest :D&lt;br /&gt;So, CME and geog was not that high. But Mdm Mas did say something that got me all emotional and yeaaaa, ydon't wanna know. I'm really blessed with my lovelys! (: Geog, i was like repeating what Ms Seah said. I can't remember what it was but it was something like us talking too much or something. Then she heard, yingxiu didn't stop me so i continued. "CHARLOTTE!" omg, almost died. Rushed through notes :DDDDDD And i'm done!&lt;br /&gt;Science! Was damn fun (: Why? I'm with my LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;I love sitting beside you love :) All the retarded moments shared :DD Mr Tan has this liking nowadays to send either me, love or chillpill OUT of the class. Actually i don't mind yknow :) How fun would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AFTER SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG ME &amp; CHILLPILL TURNED ON SOME WRONG BUTTON IN US AND WE WERE "FIGHTING" FROM THE HOUSE CRAFT ROOM TO THE BUS FOR LIKE 20 MINUTES? FEIYING AND HUBS WERE THE VICTIMS :D LAUGHING LIKE SOME PIGS, ALL FOUR OF US :D Yunno, we must do this more often okay :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-just don't make people apologise to your neh. They seem to be like magnets, people STICK their hands on them :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My posts are getting very lengthy, i just can't get enough of my honeys! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more weeks and it's goodbye to some of us :( okay now, byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday was spongebob day :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115882777683410561?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115882777683410561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115882777683410561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115882777683410561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115882777683410561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/mornings-with-chillpill-nuts-super-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115857281062742584</id><published>2006-09-18T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:01.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I never meant the things I said&lt;/strong&gt; to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Can I say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard to forget&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;yes, I regret all these mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're leaving me,&lt;br /&gt;But I know you must have your &lt;strong&gt;reasons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's tears in your eyes;&lt;br /&gt;I watch as you cry, but it's getting late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're pushing me out when I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;When I got too close for comfort, driving you home?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember when we scratched our names into the sand&lt;br /&gt;And told me you loved me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now that I find that you've changed your mind, I'm lost for words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;And everything I feel for you, I wrote down on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;one piece of paper&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the one in your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You won't understand how much it hurts to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out when I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover?&lt;br /&gt;I got too close for comfort, driving you home&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz I'll never know, ooh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All this time, you've been telling me lies&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in bags that are under your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And when I asked you, I knew I was right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you turn your back on me, now,&lt;br /&gt;When I need you most,&lt;br /&gt;But you chose to let me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, down, down&lt;br /&gt;Won't you think about what you're about to do to me and back down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort?&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out when I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover?&lt;br /&gt;I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out when I wanted in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was I just about to discover?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got too close for comfort, driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McFly- Too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love science classes with my lolololoLOVE :D Love, i hope you're reading this cause my science classes rock when you're beside me! Teaching me those that i don't know of :) Oh before that was the 10NYAA rounds :D Run with yunno! She made me laugh, like at the 7th round she was dying already. Haha, morning runs are fun [: ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PE &amp; Dance, i like volleyball but i can't play so point to note, practise moreeeee :) dance got A again! :DD Miss Lim Hui Ser Jolene! practised so much and screwed uppppppppppppppppp! I tell you ah, we cannot practise! On the spot then wooo A together :) frisbeeeeeeee, sucked. I don't know how to play. Miss Quek seperated me from the clique ): booooooooo, oh well it's fun talking to jazlyn :D she called me mummy! 1-0? 2-0 we lost :D haha! the frisbee was only at THAT PART of the court, knnnnnns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Art, cold cold cold cold cold cold COLD! walked in the rain before that :D with jolene &amp; teresa! Then maths, Miss Lee Yun Hua was dancing to everytime we touch, so i danced with her :D really retardeddddddddddd. Maths was filled with question marks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geog O.O Miss Seah tortured me for saying out a whole eff up chank of global warming &amp;amp; stuff but overrall, i managed to get somethings in me head :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jurong Point with hubs, cherie and clarie. Now i'm home, shall mug right now! BYEBYE [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my bestfriend :D I love my chillpill :D I love my love :D I love my husband :D I love the clique! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115857281062742584?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115857281062742584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115857281062742584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115857281062742584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115857281062742584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-never-meant-things-i-said-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115850626962738438</id><published>2006-09-17T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:01.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still left 1 maths paper, look at the time, should i do it? geessh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr motivation, i can('t) go on without you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why &amp;amp; how come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115850626962738438?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115850626962738438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115850626962738438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115850626962738438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115850626962738438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-still-left-1-maths-paper-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115848075110197906</id><published>2006-09-17T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:01.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>16th September - Yunhua's 14 :D&lt;br /&gt;21st September - Collette's 14 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm going to post (almost) all the photos for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Jurong Point, Bugis, East Coast, Airport, Sakae sushi,Town, Heeren, The Villa'ge,&lt;br /&gt;Cine movie chamber, Ikea, Supper @ paris panjang, HOME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P8150013.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs, you look really gay here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P8150022.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea washed away (maybe) all my troubles, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P8150023.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was easing up on my stress and all, those two gays were playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P8150037.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakae :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P8150041.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got salmon for a tongue :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/HAPPYBDAYBESTFLING006.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P8150033.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, my eff face :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P8150028.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P8150047.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, miss birthday porn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/HAPPYBDAYBESTFLING024.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/HAPPYBDAYBESTFLING012.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/HAPPYBDAYBESTFLING026.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/HAPPYBDAYBESTFLING037.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/HAPPYBDAYBESTFLING050.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/amanda2032.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/HAPPYBDAYBESTFLING069.jpg" width="280" /&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;My plate of veggies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/HAPPYBDAYBESTFLING0870.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIO! :D 3005,0107,1609-1992!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHILLPILL, HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT DAY CAUSE I SURE DID [: Love you more more more! Thanks for being there when i needed, yknow what LALALALALALALA :) happy birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For all the great and rough times, you know me well :D You don't wash your present OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love East Coast Park :) ! I'm a new person after that :):):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superman's still my favourite song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115848075110197906?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115848075110197906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115848075110197906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115848075110197906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115848075110197906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/16th-september-yunhuas-14-d-21st.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115832745384086934</id><published>2006-09-15T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:01.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is damn depressing.&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;I'm the cause of all these shit, let me clean it up myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted it, i asked for it some more, i don't know what know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can only blame myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But as i started thinking, it was like so what if it continues? Won't it still be the same. Won't it still be like this?! I've got no answer for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now even jay chou's making me sad, why all his songs all like that one :"( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My brain's so blocked, i'm having a splitting headache. &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;I should stop thinking about it, hopefully tomorrow i can clear my thoughts. &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;Would you listen and believe my explaination?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right now, i can't even believe myself now. I'll go delete everything now,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wanted your call so badly but you sounded as if you were dying to hang up. Nvm, forget it. It's okay, it hung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need BUS197 now :"(&lt;br /&gt;I need trio, i need my love, i need xiao bai tu jokes, i need i need i need to clear my memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If superman starts playing right now, i'll just&lt;strong&gt; breakdown&lt;/strong&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell people to not think so much, when you're being slapped with this type of situations.&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal with it, emo friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115832745384086934?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115832745384086934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115832745384086934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115832745384086934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115832745384086934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-damn-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115831373382807587</id><published>2006-09-15T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:01.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There's this HTTP 500 Internal Server Error for all the blogger sites i'm going into, is it my computer or everybody's having the same problem? But the weird thing's i can still blog :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three periods of english/lit was damnzz productive, and this time i was sitting beside yunno again!&lt;br /&gt;We've been working better and better nowadays baybeh :] -shakes head like crazy and sing; she got me influenced, so we kept doing that :D Iee llurrbb chuu yunnixx :)&lt;br /&gt;Recess, volleeeeehball with yingxiu and mermer (!!) :D mermer made me and xiuxiu laughed like madness and i rolled on the ground :D then xiuxiu left for her duty and i played with mermer, yknow what i suck at volleyball! Eh wait, me and mermer suck at it :D We'll get better yes!&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, omg omg omg laoshi's classroom was so goddammit dirty and eew she made us do reflection on that. It was the rubbish left behind by the girls taking chinese orals yesterday/the day before. walao it was a lot of litter. Laoshi rocks! Okay, i'm going to say this- Laoshi rocks! Though she always scold me for being so distracted by others and inflencing people and being so noisy, she rocks! Cause she played this jay chou song in class :D about tea! Like how cool is that, wooah ohh ye ye pao de cha you zhong wei dao jiao zhuo jia :DD yun sang like a million times :/ this line, only.&lt;br /&gt;Maths/assembly was all spent on Ex 13, it sucked :/ i was so confused and everything and arghhhhhhh, i was so pissed with myself. Me, yunhua and jolene spent like forever doing them. I was the last to finish :"(&lt;br /&gt;After school, chinese test was okay :D Then sharing time with lolololoLOVEliseah! :D Talked like so long and oh man, i love you honey :] ! You are one of my pillar of support! :D xoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my cousin's birthday, i got him colour pencils, superman erasers and some stickers.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling to himself :) He's damn happy now because of the presents, aww man how cute!&lt;br /&gt;Doing his homework now :D Dinner together with my whole family, how fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P6240008_.jpg" width="310" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cutie's 6 this year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What happened to forever &amp; ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- it became forever &amp;amp; ever goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115831373382807587?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115831373382807587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115831373382807587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115831373382807587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115831373382807587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/theres-this-http-500-internal-server.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115824011714836474</id><published>2006-09-14T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:00.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG, YUNHUA WAS JUST SAYING WHAT IF HADY &amp; JONATHAN DRAW IN THE FINALS.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, NO NO NO NO NO! JONATHAN WILL WIN!&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I'LL GIVE ALL THE JL FANS A FLYING KISS NOW! MUACK MUACK MUACK :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual this week when the results were revealed, even before the results, charlotte screamed like some ass around the house. And when JL got in, she got into a semi-screamingjumpingwheeeing mood and her grandfather rushed into the room *starestarestare* scream for what! crazy! -charlotte stops, and continue screaming and jumping.&lt;br /&gt;Now even my mummy knows my secret love for JL! -jonathan got in huh? YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS *beams :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muack muack muack JL FANS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;what's happening between the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;You hung up and never called back, i texted you and you never replied.&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to use reverse psychology on me?&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you are, stop. I.Can't.Take.It.&lt;br /&gt;Your blog, that line, i don't know what it meant, i hope it's not what i think it is.&lt;br /&gt;My heart's already gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even i hate seeing myself letting my mood torment me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(school) !! ran like 1o++ rounds for morning runs, chinese- damn cool! I love hanyupinyin :D pe- volleyball, i injured somebody again. last lesson peggy, this lesson sylvia. I'M SO SORRY :D english- wrote half of my compo. recess- game :D quite fun, i miss playing as a class! 2D!! :):):)&lt;br /&gt;CME WAS ZE BOMBZZZZ TODAY, YUNNO YOU TURN ME ON! Haha, it's not the first day we know of that. Cause i turn you on too :)&lt;br /&gt;geog- errrr, i can't remember. i think i didn't do anything, yingxiu!!!! helped me write everything cause i was lazy ;D lazy X 10000000000000000000000000000000&lt;br /&gt;science- oh man, he finished everything! REVISION TIME :D okay, first time i thought the lesson was alright in the rifle range.&lt;br /&gt;laksa party! :D I love laksa :DD:D:D:D:D:D:D ikea, then clarissa's, then tuition :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BARNEY ON WEBCAM, DAMN FUNNY! Clarissa has the screenshot teresa took :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, byebyebyebye! PHOTOS NEXT TIME, i'm having my dinner now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;JONATHAN LEONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115824011714836474?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115824011714836474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115824011714836474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115824011714836474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115824011714836474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-yunhua-was-just-saying-what-if.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115814790451522450</id><published>2006-09-13T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:00.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mind = go&lt;br /&gt;heart = stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop me from melting with everything you once told me,&lt;br /&gt;stop me from wanting to ask more,&lt;br /&gt;stop me from replying your msg,&lt;br /&gt;stop me from trying,&lt;br /&gt;just stop me from making everything so beyond my reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(school) science classes are being so slacked, i can't concentrate in the rifle range esp without my love! please go back to the science lab, though my science sucked bad, i'd prefer the lab :D&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JOLENE-OOOOOOOOOOOOO, WE'RE SCREWED (: Are we? Haha. I love maths class ^^!&lt;br /&gt;*teresa, give me the web for the dumbledore thingy! {will you be here?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YESSSSSS, i was waiting like some ass for some msg from somebody.&lt;br /&gt;And i was really bu kai xin, so i told somebody and that somebody did not reply me online, he went to send me an sms! Haha, though it's not from that somebody, THANK YOU &lt;em&gt;WENKWAN&lt;/em&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;I was kai xin after that, haha and continued waiting :/:/:/:/:/&lt;br /&gt;Yknow how fast time flies when it's term 4, the more i'm trying to refrain from blogging or coming online,&lt;br /&gt;i never fail to disappoint myself. uhhhhhhhh :/ oh well, i'll do (VERY) constructive revision [:&lt;br /&gt;It's just going to be a few more weeks, then finals. 2D'll be splitted up, all of us in different streams.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why when i try to pen down my thoughts on this splitting issues, i type and delete. Sometimes somethings some thoughts just cannot be captured down with words and besides my writing ain't so good.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm just thankful i've been in 2D with the most wonderful people (!!) and formed new bonds with people i never thought i can share things with (like my appleeeeeeeee tea partner!) okaaaay, i'll leave my emo to another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a new message received, oh god i'm going to switch my phone off.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making my mood go up and down, go on a rollercoaster ride, and i'm going on the worst time of my life. &lt;strong&gt;Charlotte, make up your mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115814790451522450?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115814790451522450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115814790451522450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115814790451522450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115814790451522450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/mind-go-heart-stay-stop-me-from_13.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115805154940381419</id><published>2006-09-12T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:00.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suffer from &lt;strong&gt;Schizotypal&lt;em&gt;. &gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personality Disorder - individual is uncomfortable in close relationships, has thought or perceptual distortions, and peculiarities of behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TRUE, VERY TRUE.) - oh well, at least i feel that i've got the best people i can be with right now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P8110012.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, &lt;strong&gt;hello (:&lt;/strong&gt; - can i say it made my day? Yes, it did. It most certainly did.&lt;br /&gt;My actions &gt; against my heart &gt; benefits the both of us, get it?&lt;br /&gt;If i don't * you, why am i still replying your smses? And you happily sent back a DOT, not that i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt;. Just don't reply next time if you want me to know it's a dot, 1) it waste your msges. 2) i hate short msges. 3) i don't know what to reply and that's $%&amp;^%$(*&amp;amp;#&amp; !infuriating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I loved you more&lt;br /&gt;Then you will ever know&lt;br /&gt;And part of me died&lt;br /&gt;When I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate tuesdays, i hate these &lt;strong&gt;BORING&lt;/strong&gt; geog classes, chinese classes left me all ?.? what ting li! (i'm going to study for friday's test &amp; that goes against &lt;em&gt;MY POLICY OF CHINESE&lt;/em&gt;. haha righttt) maths, I LOVE YINGXIU &amp;amp; THAT'S ALL :D I love maths ^^ (i like this ^^ smiley!)&lt;br /&gt;RECESSSSSSSSS- I love twister ice creams :D both types!&lt;br /&gt;IT/PW was so screwed, haha oh well. English/lit was productive, i finished all my work and this time i sat beside yunhua. Yknow how we can distract each other as well as the peopole around. Today, jolene was the one turning around, giving that smile/grin/face, on the attempt of distracting us both. Plan&lt;em&gt; worked&lt;/em&gt;? Not likely :D I love you bestbest! My other half :)&lt;br /&gt;my huge zit -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115805154940381419?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115805154940381419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115805154940381419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115805154940381419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115805154940381419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-suffer-from-schizotypal-personality.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115797471628485830</id><published>2006-09-11T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:00.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was alright, cause it was the first day of the term [:&lt;br /&gt;Talked with my loveeeeeeeeeeeee for like so long today, i love my love big time!&lt;br /&gt;Love knows me inside-out (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, geog. It's back to :/:/:/:/ days again, why! Because of the change. Geog test = sucked = 30 MCQs = suckish level to the max !&lt;br /&gt;I broke my file, so i was dammit cranky. It died in my hands and it's barely 1 day old, like joe said my boyfriend'll die. Harhar very funny, you thank god i'm single :D&lt;br /&gt;Ikea with my hubs! Started singing really weird random songs and haha i was irritating :)&lt;br /&gt;So we went to buy a new file after our bus 197 ride, free show honey! free show! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1) maths worksheet&lt;br /&gt;2) chinese summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) PW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;Oh, my love&lt;br /&gt;Please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll wash my bloody hands and&lt;br /&gt;We'll start a new life&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much at all&lt;br /&gt;I don't know wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that &lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt; tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like talking to you, no matter what happened between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like sharing my stuff with you cause you've this tinge in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that makes me really want to be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though time has passed and tides have changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll never forget the friendship we made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope you liked the video :)&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/29818293-115797471628485830?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115797471628485830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115797471628485830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115797471628485830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115797471628485830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/school-was-alright-cause-it-was-first.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115786710144650994</id><published>2006-09-10T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:00.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people, i just remembered i've got a geog test that's from lesson 1 to 33 tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;And i'm bringing my cousin out for a movie later, so hahahah i'm sooooo dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geog test tomorrow - reversi with yunhua now. How great's my time management. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But because of the fact that msn is balls, the game's loading at a turtle rate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{ I miss everybody that makes school happy for me! }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i've said, you know better what'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;And now you proved me completely and 100% right that,&lt;br /&gt;you're just that type of person who'd never keep to your words (:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to explain anything, it has already been done and said.&lt;br /&gt;So why should i keep my promises when your heart has already :/:/:/:/:/ Thank you for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/COLLAGE.jpg" width="300" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day at  tea chapter when we went bananas with Collette's phone :D&lt;br /&gt;Yknow yunhua, this is the first time you took photo with me without reflection. How cool,&lt;strong&gt; i love you&lt;/strong&gt; [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115786710144650994?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115786710144650994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115786710144650994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115786710144650994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115786710144650994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-people-i-just-remembered-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115781657539440571</id><published>2006-09-09T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:00.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There must be a way to block all these f up thoughts from coming in and invading my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"block this thought from seeing or contacting you"&lt;/em&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;you're the cause of my mood, how nice. (If you read this, then it's not you)&lt;br /&gt;somehow i don't have the time to bother these things anymore, so yay (:&lt;br /&gt;but then something that always cheer me up big time's forever mantou's drawing :D&lt;br /&gt;thankssssssssssss leeeeeeong!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the usual craps &amp;amp; my certain-ah gong's singing over the phone :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO CHANGE BLOGSKIN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/bear.jpg" width="280" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/SWINGSWING.jpg" width="300" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: &lt;strong&gt;neeeeeeeeeek leeeeeeeong :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="80" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/gay.jpg" width="80" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my laziness, i refused to buy or find and change batteries for my camera so it's been dead for the past week :D GOOD BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115781657539440571?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115781657539440571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115781657539440571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115781657539440571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115781657539440571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-must-be-way-to-block-all-these-f.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115771468524474015</id><published>2006-09-08T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:00.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trust me, you know better what'll happen. I'm just somebody who doesn't like being pushed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher chinese outing today, like so cool baybeh :D&lt;br /&gt;But towned with milesy, yunno and adeline. We were late eventually, haha cause me and yunno went to take neoprints. Omg, i haven't taken prints for a few months? At least 2, ok nothing important.&lt;br /&gt;I love clams, yummm! :D&lt;br /&gt;My shoes were being :/:/:/ again, i don't like kicking them cause they'll have the :((( thingthing in front! So many blisters.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Tea Chapter, wooooooo :D I like making tea! I like smelling them, i hate drinking them.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; yunno got many of our random answers correct, you doooooooof.&lt;br /&gt;French fries with tea :D OH OH, YUNNO ALMOST GOT KIDNAP AND SHIPPED TO ANOTHER COUNTRY BY A STRANGER. Haha, okay not :D She got on the wrong cab, loser. It was the most lol moment.&lt;br /&gt;We waited for a bloody cab for like errrr, 20 minutes? Great.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm at her house, with the bloody computer going crazy (with her) It's very scary.&lt;br /&gt;We had porridge :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;Cuts right through my heart, cuts down my hands, cut me with your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115771468524474015?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115771468524474015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115771468524474015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115771468524474015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115771468524474015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/trust-me-you-know-better-whatll-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115759970463739658</id><published>2006-09-07T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:59.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>charlotte: your phone sucks.&lt;br /&gt;joe: my phone sucks?&lt;br /&gt;charlotte: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;joe: suck what?&lt;br /&gt;joe: my phone got no mouth, how to suck!&lt;br /&gt;He cheered me up when i was like sooooooooooo sad, thanks rubbish :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished all my holiday homework for a start :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115759970463739658?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115759970463739658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115759970463739658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115759970463739658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115759970463739658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/charlotte-your-phone-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115755659967314044</id><published>2006-09-06T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:59.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what happens when a red pole when dropped into the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, wth but seriously, it's get wet ma! -joe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115755659967314044?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115755659967314044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115755659967314044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115755659967314044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115755659967314044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-happens-when-red-pole-when.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115752403902990801</id><published>2006-09-06T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:59.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now, i am going to drown myself in my chinese text.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see i took 15 minutes to understand 3 paragraphs and i've 10 more to go and my work is to summarise the passage. Laoshi called me in the morning, like she sounded so sweet but yknow that sweetness'll soon become horror when she goes crazeh :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115752403902990801?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115752403902990801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115752403902990801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115752403902990801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115752403902990801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/right-now-i-am-going-to-drown-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115746415507937526</id><published>2006-09-05T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:59.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still in chillpill's jacket and my head's still splitting.&lt;br /&gt;How great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;woosh with emotions &lt;s&gt;:D&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:/:/:/:/:/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115746415507937526?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115746415507937526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115746415507937526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115746415507937526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115746415507937526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-still-in-chillpills-jacket-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115742089606784569</id><published>2006-09-05T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;I can't stand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much &lt;em&gt;screwed up&lt;/em&gt; today:&lt;br /&gt;1) i forgot i left my blooooody wallet in my dad's car and my everything's like inside so i had to take my brother's wallet to school today.&lt;br /&gt;2) orals- me- don't match- walaoeh i hate my oral voice, so gay.&lt;br /&gt;3) i saw something, i didn't want to see, i really didn't expect it, OH &lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/strong&gt; CHARLOTTE&lt;br /&gt;4) i lost birdy in chopsticks, kns you used my method to beat me! raah, i like chopsticks okay.&lt;br /&gt;5) i found out that my toes and my neck's like crazeh now.&lt;br /&gt;6) I HAVE LIKE SO MUCH HOMEWORK NOT TOUCHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, why do i have to make my life sound so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, happy sad day today! &amp;amp; it's only 9.45. Trio! I NEED YOU NOW. now now now now now now now now but you're probably preparing to head to school or something, smartasssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like yoooooooooooooo, i'm going back to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115742089606784569?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115742089606784569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115742089606784569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115742089606784569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115742089606784569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/4-words-i-cant-stand-it.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115737903441192542</id><published>2006-09-04T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:59.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3370/3186/1600/yo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3370/3186/320/yo%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 contacts in my list has tortoise in front of their nicknames :D&lt;br /&gt;BUT the trio decided to do something unique!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; kns you two knsshittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt yknow what you did! KNS, i can't believe i still love you so much. Haha! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Lovewrecked was pretty okay but the threatre is like some freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;4th September 2006:)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115737903441192542?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115737903441192542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115737903441192542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115737903441192542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115737903441192542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/26-contacts-in-my-list-has-tortoise-in.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115729058600994266</id><published>2006-09-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:59.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was blog-hopping and i bumped into one of my ex-classmate's blog, Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;And i quote &lt;em&gt;" time flies. treasure it.in the end we end up in different schools.with different environment. different classes.different friends. but we are still together as one. (: "&lt;/em&gt; unquote.&lt;br /&gt;Even though i wasn't close to other people in 6A last time,&lt;br /&gt;it was really great settling down with our own busy lives and catch up with one another.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a period where you put aside your worries and stuff and bond.&lt;br /&gt;Something i liked a lot about my primary school was the fact that you didn't have so much to worry about back then and right now, even if you try not to think about things they'll just hand around in your head and refuse to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Still, as time goes on, some things changes when others doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; told me those stuff over the phone. I didn't want that moment to end.&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't stay here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow :D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115729058600994266?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115729058600994266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115729058600994266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115729058600994266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115729058600994266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-blog-hopping-and-i-bumped-into.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115721915737164443</id><published>2006-09-03T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:59.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;In the car, I just cant wait... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To pick you up on our very first date &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is it cool if I hold your hand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you like my stupid hair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would you guess that I didnt know what to wear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm just scared of what you'll think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You make me nervous so I really can't eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lets go... don't wait... this nights almost over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Honest... lets make... this night last forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Forever and ever... lets make this last forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Forever and ever... lets make this last forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you smile, I melt inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not worthy for one minute of your time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really wish it was only me and you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm jealous of everybody in the room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please dont look at me with those eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please dont &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hint&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;that your capable of lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dread the thought of our very first kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A target that I'm probably gonna miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%&lt;br /&gt;Today's post;&lt;br /&gt;CLARISSA HUBS WAS SICK SO I WENT OVER TO VISIT HER WITH A GIANT BOARD AND YAKULTS :D&lt;br /&gt;THEN I WENT OUT WITH MY PARENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp; now i'm (still) on the phone with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;boo&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- short &amp;amp; sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115721915737164443?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115721915737164443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115721915737164443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115721915737164443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115721915737164443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-car-i-just-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115712581369839697</id><published>2006-09-01T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:58.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow maybe only clarissa knows how i feel, but there's more.&lt;br /&gt;why the fuckkkkkk am i so not-positive right now, you tell me! oh man :/&lt;br /&gt;maybe because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being sucha loser :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115712581369839697?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115712581369839697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115712581369839697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115712581369839697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115712581369839697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/right-now-somehow-maybe-only-clarissa.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115709335309791592</id><published>2006-09-01T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:58.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;my whole inbox's you :D&lt;br /&gt;my whole unanswered call's you :D&lt;br /&gt;you you you youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu :D&lt;br /&gt;i feel so :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll lock up my heart&lt;br /&gt;and throw away the key&lt;br /&gt;if thats what it takes&lt;br /&gt;To keep you with me &lt;3&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115709335309791592?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115709335309791592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115709335309791592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115709335309791592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115709335309791592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-whole-inboxs-you-d-my-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115702916704212538</id><published>2006-08-31T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:58.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="250" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P7300011.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ rulang + lunch + movie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 31st August was super woo! I'm happy :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115702916704212538?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115702916704212538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115702916704212538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115702916704212538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115702916704212538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/rulang-lunch-movie-d-my-31st-august.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115694807649902165</id><published>2006-08-30T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:58.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't say good-bye, just dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;A tear for everything that I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye, just dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen now just try and see me please don't leave me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait to see all my primary schoolmates :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115694807649902165?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115694807649902165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115694807649902165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115694807649902165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115694807649902165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-say-good-bye-just-dry-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115685844500322210</id><published>2006-08-29T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:58.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, 2D has very funny people :D&lt;br /&gt;funny geog lesson, funny chinese lesson, funny maths lesson, funny IT enrichment, funny english &amp; lit lesson :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a war with yunno today, during maths.&lt;br /&gt;Yknow how we always cut * and draw on *, today i took the * and started poking her.&lt;br /&gt;Then before anything happened, we were creating like a nuisance with it. -pokepokepoke :D She's damn weakkkkkkkkkkkkkk, she's got cuts all over her hands &amp; I've got nothing :D&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte almighty.&lt;br /&gt;She's still complaining about how violent i am, but she also fought back. It takes two hands to clap :D&lt;br /&gt;Her cuts had blood, haha seriously we're meant to abuse each other.&lt;br /&gt;During chinese we were fighting too, omg :D can you stop bullying me yunhua! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CA2, i'm pretty happy with my results :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOOOOOO I LOVE APPLE TEA :D JOLENE'S MUM SAID I SEEM HEALTHY CAUSE I TURNED DOWN THE PACKET DRINK IN HER HOUSE, HAHAHAHA ACTUALLY I HAD APPLE TEA DOWNSTAIRS HER HOUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE APPLE TEA! :D Seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115685844500322210?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115685844500322210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115685844500322210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115685844500322210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115685844500322210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/seriously-2d-has-very-funny-people-d.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115677442143441157</id><published>2006-08-28T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:58.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2decafB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;GO ON, JUST FUCKEN GO ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115677442143441157?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115677442143441157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115677442143441157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115677442143441157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115677442143441157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/2decafb-go-on-just-fucken-go-on.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115676146928469814</id><published>2006-08-28T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:58.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday blues :/&lt;br /&gt;science: ketchup with lizzieeeeeeeeeee my ever lovely :D I love your new hair!&lt;br /&gt;pe&amp;dance: random dance &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; all, rock &amp; roll was ferrrrr-annnnn. 'cept when :/ :/ :/&lt;br /&gt;art: slept, woke up, disturb people, talked with felicia :D she's damn nice, heh heh. Shared some stuffs and all :) Love you!&lt;br /&gt;maths: i'm slammed with a biggggggggggggg QUESTION MARK(?) Haha, but i kind of figured it out? With the help of xiuxiu &amp;amp; fel :D (i don't know errrrr about proper set and subset)&lt;br /&gt;geog: i can't rmb though it was last period :D&lt;br /&gt;Home with adelineyap :D went off to clarissa's house! She made me so gay on the way there, my phone flewwww and a bunch of men on the truck followed me scream :D YOU DRIVE AWAY ALL MY SADNESS HONEY! ;D webcammed with neek, sweetheart &amp;amp; adelineng :D how funny. heeheeeheeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;Do whatever you want to do, i don't/won't even give a damn. (you think i'm talking about you? Ha, you've got no idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;NOTHING YOU DO CAN EVER AFFECT ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's not you, if you read my blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115676146928469814?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115676146928469814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115676146928469814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115676146928469814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115676146928469814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-blues-science-ketchup-with.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115665426473798148</id><published>2006-08-27T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:57.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3370/3186/320/P7240028.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3370/3186/320/P7250014.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blog for three days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2D won lit-on-stage :D&lt;br /&gt;After all the rehearsals that not everybody attend, all the maths lessons we forfeitted, all that scoldings for eating in class, all the HAHAHAHAHA yknow, yay 2D! We made it :D&lt;br /&gt;It was a rather happy moment, :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday at Northland, our play became a comedy :D&lt;br /&gt;The hugging incident, helenkeller's changing clothes &amp;amp; eye-mo incident :D&lt;br /&gt;After which, some of us went to town for lunch and roamed about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115665426473798148?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115665426473798148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115665426473798148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115665426473798148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115665426473798148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-havent-blog-for-three-days-d-2d-won.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115632579704766456</id><published>2006-08-23T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:57.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yknow how i always (not) listen in D&amp;T class,&lt;br /&gt;yknow how i always (not) do D&amp;amp;T homework,&lt;br /&gt;yknow how much i got for D&amp;T! HAHAHAHAH 38/50.&lt;br /&gt;Someday D&amp;amp;T's just going to drop a bomb down on me with all the theory &amp; stuff,&lt;br /&gt;no drawing, just qns on wood wood wood plastic plastic plastic,&lt;br /&gt;i tell you i'm no.1 on Mrs Ho's list that'll die soooo badly :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, till that day comes, i must not listen in class. Aiyoh, must finish the cubes must must muzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yun actually thinks when i go on spilling all the ccbfyknn shit out's funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hubs banned me from drinking soya bean, i drank magnolia :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jolene wants me to take out stuff from my pencilbox cause it's like exploding, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joejoe suggested we run around town then do 50 pushups, wayda go dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit-on-stage = 2D got in = friday assembly = i'm still the maid (walao :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yknow somethings doesn't affect me as much as it would, now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115632579704766456?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115632579704766456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115632579704766456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115632579704766456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115632579704766456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/yknow-how-i-always-not-listen-in-dts.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115625544043844380</id><published>2006-08-22T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:57.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="190" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P7200086.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P7200090.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P7200056.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P7180042.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c288/charlottelee/P7150012.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to lose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;I failed my chinese, by 3 marks. Haha, i'm may (not) drop hcl for good this time.&lt;br /&gt;Has this been my millionth times screwing chinese up? YES.&lt;br /&gt;English lesson was super funny :D Esp with yunno, tankjewberrymuc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIT ON STAGE:(from me!) I LOVE GWEN, I THINK YOU DID A GREAT JOB DOING EVERYTHING? HAHAHAHA I LOVE 2 ROCKING DEIRDRE! 2D ROCKS :D MAIDS ARE THE COOLIEST MAN. (from yunhua) We did our best people. Have you guys noticed that we were the only class that have the whole participation of the class? Both Cast &amp; BackStage crews have done our best. So let's hope our effort would pay off?(: BackStage Crew - The props(BackDrop) were absolutely nicely done. &amp;amp; you guys moved the props real fast today. So yay!:DDD Haha.Cast - We've stayed back just to rehearse for it. We've worked hard. Bonded, &amp; i love you guys!:DDD Funny moments. haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mega heart yunhua's house, i saw another secret again! Yay char :]&lt;br /&gt;Jolene, clarissa, charlotte survived at yunno's house :D Yunno's mum scolded yunno &amp;amp; char for being so unlady-like fighting on the floor :D She started it! Played, talked, everything :D Next time come my house (:&lt;br /&gt;Bus home with _ _! :) 57 _ _! _ _ 57! Haha, whichever i love you :DD&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I want you to be happy! Even if * sucks, blank sms ok! I'll ZOOOM ZOOOOOM ZOOOOOOOM &amp;amp; come to your rescue :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115625544043844380?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115625544043844380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115625544043844380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115625544043844380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115625544043844380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/cause-its-you-and-me-and-all-of-people.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818293.post-115616681295230207</id><published>2006-08-21T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:52:57.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;mum,&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;91.&lt;br /&gt;:"(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother how did you make mummy so proud of you? Why can't i get the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i'm trying so hard, i've changed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I curbed my anger, i extended my studying time, i do this i do that, just to prove that i want you to know i'm trying very hard to be the daughter of your dream, or at least a good daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i could be lower than this, have you seen somebody get so upset with their A1 results?!&lt;br /&gt;Am i failing you expectations? Mummy :"(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to forfeit my everything, just to make you be proud to call me yours.&lt;br /&gt;You seem so happy calling Lionel or Roy yours, what about me :"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i still love you though... Maybe i should get used to being a nobody at home, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i blog about school? &lt;a href="http://happyinsanity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://happyinsanity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr tan, can you teach a little bit more hmm.. properly?! It's like instalment the way you speak.&lt;br /&gt;Mr lau, i like set language and notations a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm z, you pretty much scare the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Mr seow, i like to stone during your lessons and i dont like it when you cut my stone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A FOR DANCE, with jolene! Photo-taking, OMG HAHAHA. Last minute but i guess my hair was alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schoollife's :) with jolene yunno clarissa lizzie &amp; many many other people lately. WO AI NI MEN &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Guess, people could get low sometimes, no matter you guys are my energysource!to world destruction, haha juts kidding :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks neek, you've been great help for you're a great mantou friend :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818293-115616681295230207?l=stingsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115616681295230207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818293&amp;postID=115616681295230207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115616681295230207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818293/posts/default/115616681295230207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stingsheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-mum-its-91_21.html' title=''/><author><name>I'll be yours, be mine we're picture perfect.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13264932479234580463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
