<?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-6648207</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:26:01.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[acciddentally in Luurrrvee] -</title><subtitle type='html'>hi everyone! to those who know n dont know mi! eyy.. yah.. okie.. muackx// big bear hugs~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-112667264339621363</id><published>2005-09-14T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:37:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone! listen up.. LISTEN UP. hee. i decided not to go online le.. until EOY's over.. muahahaha. asked my sis to lock the com le.. heeee. so this will be my last time before EOY blogging. hee.. actually now suppose to be doing the survey thingy.. questions almost same as the school survey lor.. okies. i must work hard.. that stupid flora.. ask me if i study le. nvm.. she sort of motivated me. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abigail here!!!!!!!hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. -________________-    anw.. good luck to myself for EOY. hope i do better than last year.. last year my ranking was like 200++  so lousy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to mee too lahs....---abigail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that conversation was lame lah.. why did you even put in your post! humph! ladidadi. okies.. everyone's like surfing the net now.. first time the school allow us to serve the net after something. wheeeee.. kaes byesssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-112667264339621363?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/112667264339621363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/112667264339621363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112667264339621363' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-112351697278540960</id><published>2005-08-08T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:02:52.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY to all! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yays. im so nice and loyal to SINGAPORE to count down lahs. ladadadi. i even popped the pop pop thingy. lols. wdv that its called lahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kaes. byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-112351697278540960?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/112351697278540960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/112351697278540960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112351697278540960' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-112325655493370717</id><published>2005-08-05T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:42:34.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hahas. think i've decided to re-open my blog. actually, it has never been closed, but just dead. yes.. for 2mths. hahas. but dont expect me to say SORRY to it okie.. im not that siao to that extent. but dont think i can blog that often too. im very busy wan noe.. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yay~ i got at least a C for all the 5items. hmms. sit up 40. incline pull up 10. (just nice for a B. heh), standing broad jump 163 =/ i could jump to 170 lah.. but my hands touch the back. i din noe that can fall front. diaos. still got what ehh.. oh sit and reach. so lousy, 39 nia. same as manda. hahas. and my most proud one is shuttle run. din noe how come i suddenly so fast, last year like all the while get B wan.. hahas. here comes the results.. *drums roll* 11.4!! just hit the a mans. heh. somemore i run in the hall, not outside. and ppl who run outside damn relax one lahs, all the timing so gd wan.. but at least im satisfied with my A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ARGH. stupid lors.. gotta re run my 2.4 to get &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;. i must not stop anymore.. stupid last round.. sighs.. oh, and my dad's birthday's coming soon. just like tml.. yahs. now almost 12 le.. and i dont even have any idea on what to give him lahs. guy's present are always hard to choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-112325655493370717?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/112325655493370717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/112325655493370717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112325655493370717' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-112316646920829566</id><published>2005-08-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:41:09.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okie,, im finally gonna blog. not because of the persuations. but because of a bloody assified thing. im gonna scold the word FUCK many times. i dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okie.. i finally recalled what happened in my last round. i noe i was very tired and slow down a lot, BUT ITS PARTLY 80% *** ****'s fault. that bitch. come and block my way. i actually had lots of energy to 'sprint' but she wasted all my energy on asking her to SIAM. but apparently, she didnt seem to hear me. and i had to waste my breathe telling her "EXCUSE ME" 3 TIMES. kaos. and for-dont-know-what reason, she didnt seem to hear. wasting so much of my time, i just went through she and her friend. accidentally stepped on her leg and she went OUCH. wels, its her fault. INCONSIDERATE. and her ass friend too. fuck them lahs. wasted at least 5seconds lor. more than that actually. but i just need 5more seconds to get a C. fUCK,. why cant they just siam. then i dont need to run another time, stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waste my time, energy and effort. im gonna rmb this for the rest of my life. think only 2 ppl besides me know who that bitch is. wells. she's really a bitch, even if she din block my way, she'll still be one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-112316646920829566?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/112316646920829566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/112316646920829566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112316646920829566' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111751375649876483</id><published>2005-05-31T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T12:29:16.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;My Faiirytale Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;once upon a time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;there lived a little princess in the faiirytale land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;then she met her prince charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the fell in love and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;lived happily ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;a typical story yet really attracted me. why cant all stories and parts of life come to a good ending? why?! everyone of us is a writer, a story maker, writer bits and pieces of our life everyday. making new commotion, new excitement, new disappointment. wells. i wanna be a faiirytale writer. who can illusionate into the faiirytale world, the realm of fantasy. and all my endings shall be good and happy ones. no harm shall go to my happy charactors. then, each time i finish writing a story, i'll choose a charactor for myself and take the most minor role. probably being some innocent trees. flowers or animals.. dont think their not important but they actually play an important role in each of your life. giving you energy to work, giving you fresh air to breathe, giving you the colours of life. letting you see that the world can actually be a happier place to live in. wells. thats what i wish for. therefore, no one shall ruin my dream.. though its just only a dream``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Ending``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111751375649876483?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111751375649876483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111751375649876483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111751375649876483' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111703552367109657</id><published>2005-05-25T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:38:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;my fairytale`&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time..&lt;br /&gt;there lived this princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. and of course the ending is happy.&lt;br /&gt;like what fairytales usually end up with.&lt;br /&gt;i wish my life is to be like a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;always comes to a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;an expected one&lt;br /&gt;i dont like surprises&lt;br /&gt;my heart cant take it&lt;br /&gt;i'll get heart attack&lt;br /&gt;and probably my artey or vein will burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wish i wish&lt;br /&gt;but will my wish come true?&lt;br /&gt;will it?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life everything's so fake&lt;br /&gt;things happen unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;while those that u expect to happen&lt;br /&gt;happen to turn up to be one of the worst endings ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad for what u're done&lt;br /&gt;you've already done your part&lt;br /&gt;but so sorry that i havent done mine&lt;br /&gt;seriously sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have time! i need more time!&lt;br /&gt;wished something in this world called&lt;br /&gt;the time bank&lt;br /&gt;they'll help you store useless time&lt;br /&gt;like having lessons in school&lt;br /&gt;that u dont want and save it&lt;br /&gt;in case in future&lt;br /&gt;like now&lt;br /&gt;i need time&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are what you are&lt;br /&gt;god made you like that&lt;br /&gt;you're special in one way or another&lt;br /&gt;just that you havent found your talent&lt;br /&gt;god made everyone special&lt;br /&gt;so you dont have to change just because of me&lt;br /&gt;just be what you are&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be glad&lt;br /&gt;more glad than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;every hour&lt;br /&gt;every minute&lt;br /&gt;every second&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy having your accompany&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything you've done!&lt;br /&gt;yays&lt;br /&gt;todays a special day to remember&lt;br /&gt;joy to the lord..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111703552367109657?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111703552367109657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111703552367109657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111703552367109657' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111608657537593782</id><published>2005-05-14T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T00:02:55.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its raining now.. lis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tening to tong hua.. i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just feel like crying. but no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one's here here to comfort me, to give me warmth. i really miss the good old days. blah. what am i doing. just now i was saying i dun wanna tink abt it. haix. just cun help it. the song really wanna make me cry. its so touching. suddenly i thought about the past. the good memories about me and you. and others too. some scenes were so touching. but now everythings like just vanished. the times we had. were all gone. there is this big huge gap between us. that cannot be get rid off. so we just carrying on with our path. without even knowing there was a gap between us. until.. it can be seen. i really regret. sometimes i wonder if i could go back to the past and make the ammendments. will the outcome still be the same? will it still be like that. i think so. because everything's fated. everything. you or i cannot escape from the hands of fate. so. people often say let nature take its course. but i dont want it to be like that. i want to use my abilities to strive for the best. yes the best. but i have limited abilities. i cannot do some things on my own. i need another extra pair of hands to help me. but who is willing to help me. who is willing to save me from this stupidified mess. a person i could trust. wells. i've been hearing this song over and over again for more than 20 times already i guess. its time to let go. wake up wake up! get out of this mess. live your life. dont dwell in this road. jiayous`  sometimes, i really wonder. if i've been to a fairyland. i just cant face it. please! give me the courage! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;[my true confessions]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111608657537593782?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111608657537593782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111608657537593782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111608657537593782' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111606688030442586</id><published>2005-05-14T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:34:40.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;is this all fated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;all these events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;it just led me to this mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;a mess that somehow i wished will be out of sight now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;this very moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;you and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;when we were with the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;we act as if nothing had happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;people thought nothing was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;but what happened when i saw you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;we just brushed past each other's sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;and walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;acting like total strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i wanted to give you a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;but you gave me a gloomy face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;a i-have-nothing-to-do-with-this face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;you had really 'made' my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;a day day i wont ever forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;you brought me up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;just like roller coaster rides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;happy and sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;for once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i thought i was the happiest person on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;but for the very next moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i was the saddest person ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;left alone in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;you made this mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;and make me clear it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;very well done huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;but well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i will just disappear out of your sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;isnt this what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;but you will be just left with an imcomplete puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;a puzzle that you and i wont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;the mystery behind it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;that was the crucial piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;denial for reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i wished all these was just my illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;once awake and everything would just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;vanish into the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i wish i wish i wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;when will this day come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111606688030442586?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111606688030442586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111606688030442586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111606688030442586' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111589073715540974</id><published>2005-05-12T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:38:57.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;okie. its time to post something happy! yays! today we had a really fun day lahs. and i finally got a new hairband. ever since my burfday. whahas. actually, its 2. wells. im so broke lahs. duno how i spend so much today. abt hmms. 10+. dats minusing lending cheryl $$ los. wells. in fact, i din noe outside our sch hav dis prata shop los. hahas. and the guy dere so funny, wad amused me more is he can actually speak chi los. lala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;and recess was.. umm fun!! continue having recess together like dat for one week and i'll probably die of laughter lahs. -__________- hee hee. but wished the sch had diff kinds of fruits everyday. or else will be damn sian can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ytd band was umm. no comments. lala~ it wasnt dat bad lahs. but luckily i had my book. or else i'll be bored to death. can can really slp lahs. hope the new scores come soon. real soon los. or else we'll be like.. doing warm ups. all the time. but actually its quite gd. can hav a steady basic first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;wells. its improving. dat's all i can say!! =P cheer on mans. believe in yourself. never doubt your capabilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111589073715540974?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111589073715540974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111589073715540974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111589073715540974' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111539852606003084</id><published>2005-05-07T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T00:55:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;its just like a jigsaw puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;cant you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;once one teeni weeni piece gone missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and cannot b retrieve back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;all the effort that has been put in have gone down to the drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you are like the jigsaw puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;im the piece missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lost in the midst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;nowhere to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;roaming about aimlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but it doesnt make you a jigsaw puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;a puzzle that is incomplete isnt a puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;its time to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;we've gave each other time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;not really a time limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i know too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;what comes around goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;so learn to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and good new things will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;buzzing &lt;/em&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[just forget it bahhs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i wish nothing had happened at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the higher i climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the harder i fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the higher my expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the more disappointed i'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i expected this to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but its all because of my curiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my mischief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gotten me into this pile of shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;this pile of mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wells. just watched sleepover and its nice. hee hee. make me forget about my thoughts. but just a lil complaint. the female lead actress is a bit too fat. muahahha. sound mean huh. okie okie. gotta slp nw. gosh. so late le. msn is deserted los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111539852606003084?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111539852606003084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111539852606003084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111539852606003084' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111521064350176166</id><published>2005-05-04T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:44:03.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;well, i thank lord for making this day possible. so fun, enjoyable and memorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lord i lift your name on high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lord i love to sing your praises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm so glad you're in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm so glad you came to save us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you came from heaven to earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to show the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;from the earth to the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my debt to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;from the cross to the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;from the grave to the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lord i lift your name on high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;god has made a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;where there seems to be no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he works in ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you cannot see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he will make a way for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he will be by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hold me close into his side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he will make a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he will make a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[yes. i believe that he will make a way for me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;truely madly deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'll be your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'll be your wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'll be your fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'll be your hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'll be your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;be everything that you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'll love you more with every breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;truely madly deeply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh yeahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i wanna stand with you on the mountian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i wanna bateh with you in the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i wanna lay like this forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;until the sky falls down on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when the stars are shining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;brightly in the velvat sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'll make a wish and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;make you wanna to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[ give me the courage to speak to you face to face! i dont dare! ahhhh! just a lil tiny weeny bit of courage will do, its all i need.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111521064350176166?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111521064350176166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111521064350176166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111521064350176166' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111521007492332500</id><published>2005-05-04T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:34:34.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hahas. happy sweet 14 to me! yipees! =P hmms. okie. ytd had the celebration after sch and i just simply stink with whip cream lah. gosh la. -__________- now my newly bought pathetic comb stinks. im gonna wash it damn throughly later mans. hees. okie and i loaded the photos le. yays! so nice! all thx to oli the photographer for my cam. whahas. she'll b damn happy if she reads this lo. =P im so nice. okie. thx to sheena who bought the pres and the cake too. hahas. the cake's really nice and filling. but i thought it's suppose to be a cheesecake?? hahas. wdv lahs. yesh. and wusuan the photographer too. lala. she had a haircut today lo. hahas. look so weird. -__________- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wished on the min the clock strike 12am. hope my wishes will come true esp dat one. anw, its already halfway done. god's so great man. granted my wish on the very day of my burfday. haix. but hope this can last forever. or i'll feel even worse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;thx to those who gav me pressies! they are all really cut and nice. hehes. to the sax, ur gift is a gift dat's so nice. i lurve u guys and of cos the gift too. u noe dere's dis old song called 'the gift' and its really nice. its ringing in my head nw. hehs. lala~ haiyo. though how small or invaluable the gift is, it all comes from the heart, so i'll appreciate it all no matter wad. smiles! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;okie. went out to orchard today. wells. some misunderstandings but den erms. its all cleared! tink so bahh. and we took neos today! yays! =P it was really pathetic with so many pics lah. and its not really a sectional lunch lah cos dere's more saxists den flautists hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111521007492332500?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111521007492332500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111521007492332500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111521007492332500' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111469791620549774</id><published>2005-04-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:18:36.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;o wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i guess everything is over le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the storm is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i still cun see my sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it probably still hiding behind the clouds bahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i kind of missed the stormy weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;there is this weird weird feeling inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;have no idea if what i did was right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;can anyone tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;no.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;cus i dont even dare to tell that anyone the whole story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i missed the days we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;though now i dont see you that often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but u know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;u know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dat my heart is all along with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wells. i can't dig out my heart to show u rights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and you act as if nothing had happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i've tried all ways to shun u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but fate always bring us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i meet u everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;even in streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;duno why that happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;its just kind of weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i am tired now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i am living in a world of fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;in a world of darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;in a world of where people betrays their friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;even their closest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;my sun is covered by thos clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the evil clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;can't they just go off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;just let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i won't bother you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; go away_________*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111469791620549774?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111469791620549774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111469791620549774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111469791620549774' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111435749657990748</id><published>2005-04-24T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T23:44:56.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;ytd was fun. morning had speech day rehearsal and its quite successful. but general salute was a little too slow lahs. i tink? the snrs played really well. yes. aft dat went for lunch. with cheryl, mel and peiqi. aft dat took train to orchard and met mei and shil and cine. dey were at bits and pieces. before dat saw jana, then cheeri, wee shan and wanting. my skirt was folded, lucki she din say anything. phew~ den we bot our rings! yays! so nice!! [me, mei, shil and viki]. yes; and me, mei, shil, oli, jy, vicki, liqin and pohyi went to watched movie. watched guess who. and it was really funny and amusing. kae. find it hard to blog. byes. nites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111435749657990748?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111435749657990748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111435749657990748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111435749657990748' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111364729500570462</id><published>2005-04-16T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:28:15.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"we'll hold our hands, till the end"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;how i wished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;this perfect moment can last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;that beautiful scenario has been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;don't know when this wonderous moment will last until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;wished there's a preservative for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;这个简单爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111364729500570462?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111364729500570462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111364729500570462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111364729500570462' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111313028076810791</id><published>2005-04-10T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:51:20.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;kae. not dat i din post, dat time the thing jammed again, so i got freaked out lo. hmms. bleah. ytd wen to manda's hse until 9+ and did the syf prezzies. hmms. quite okie lahs. so we din get badge in the end. lala. aft wen to macs with cheryl and i reached home at 10+. meet jy at the shop at chat with her till 11. yesh. and i have no time to study le. argh!! die die.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today had tuition. and aft sci went to heartland to search for prezzie and i finally bought it. hmms. im broke liao lahs. bleah. and still have the $$ to eat marche? no way mans. dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;things actually turned out to be like that? haha. count urself lucky, dere's much worse things which are gonna happen mans. its all &lt;strong&gt;fate&lt;/strong&gt; lahs. so laugh as much as you can. as laughter is the cheapest medicine but it aint gonna heal my cut. ppl often say talk to someone and tell all your troubles. but to whom can i tell? no one i &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; and even if the person can be trusted, dere will still be this little little bit of tinch dat tell me not to tell. i just hate living in this world mans. and how come things turn out like that. no one will expect that scenario mans. haix. just wait till this thing is over and hopefully the rainbow will appear after this stormy disasterous weather. where i can find new &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt; and meet &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; over the other end of the rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111313028076810791?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111313028076810791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111313028076810791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111313028076810791' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111261286428904956</id><published>2005-04-04T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:07:44.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;haix. finally a load off my mind. eng CA! crapp lahs. she's such an ass mans. say wad everyone handed in late. and everyone minus marks? heard of dis crap before. damn lahs. we dun even have eng lesson today and she also nv say clearly lahs. ass-hole lah. fcuk her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kae. band was okie. in the av theatre. and its nice lahs. i mean our speech day songs lahs. cos got snrs help mah. but dey'll be playing too i heard. hmms. and she released earli. yays. but it doesnt really make a diff. cos i forgot to bring my wall et out and gotta go back. haix. make me so paiseh lo. haix. lucki she din say anything. but she said wad go admire the mechanical men? erms. dots. i have no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. wonders if cheryl's gonna post abt my hp and the things she see inside lo. haix. hope she doesn't rmb. anw. its nothing really. just dat she's abnormal. so she think its weird lo. so its she's weird, not me. whahah. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kae. shall study math. i haven study!! gosh. if its upon 40, i hope i can get 30 and above, and if its upon 30, at least 20 bahh. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111261286428904956?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111261286428904956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111261286428904956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111261286428904956' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111252458922806138</id><published>2005-04-03T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:36:29.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;had band ytd and it was quite okie. ms sia was in a good mood. hmms. it was the first time we wore the blue and white. so its nice except when i got out of the car in the morn i was blurr seeing so many ppl wearing blue and white. cant really tell who is who. hahas. and snrs had the exchange programme with tkss and fair field. according to duno who, we are the best dere.(duh) and fair field played same song as st nicks and st nicks is better. tkss play same song as yu hua and yu hua's better of cos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and when keeping the damn heavy chairs, i was lyke gonna die lah. my finger almost broke mans. bleah. aft dat gotta wait for lq's dad to come to pass to me the file for eng lahs. stupid thing. only got 1 week to do lahs. damn. mel waited for me. yay! she's so nice mans. haha. and when we walking out of the gate, saw sheena and xy running back. xy forgot her ez link los. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;we ran all the way to traffic light and of cos i won. hehs. and we ran all the way to bus stop again cos of 31 double deck, and we dun wanna miss it. haha. had a fun time in the bus as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hmms. i did the stupid ppt straight away when i got home lahs. and did until like 12.33am? haix. im so tired mans. and its not done. and i gotta finish it today. damn sick lahs. and i haven even revise for chi ying yong wen and maths and hist. arGh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today i went  to walk and check out the badge price. shhh. okie. i shall not rite anymore. but no snrs will patronise my blog lahs. and i bought for her the stuffs she wan. so she owe me another wan. hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;aiya. okie. btr go and bathe and ctn doing damn ppt. haix. but i wanna sleep!!! pls help me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sometimes i really wanna sit down and talk to you. but i just can't find the time. so how? just comtinue to let this situation get worse. anyway, i don't think anything can be done right now. i don't think u'll read all these dats y i write this here. so even if you happen to read this, i don't think you'll be that smart to guess i'm actually talking to you. once again, my heart sank deeper for what happened. disappointed again. yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111252458922806138?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111252458922806138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111252458922806138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111252458922806138' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111234758609135590</id><published>2005-04-01T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:26:26.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;whaha. we had sports day today. but dere's sth weird abt dis year. nobody's giving april fools' joke or playing a prank. eeyer.. no fun wan. okie.. prob i dun have the mood to create atmosphere dat's y. see my absence brings a great impact on others. whaha.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;okie. i reached dere quite early lahs. and dere's a lot of ppl dere liaos. and urgh! actually i duno wad happened too. but our class banner is missing lo. and it was so embarrassing dat we were the only class without a banner. parading just like dat. bleah. and we could have won lahs. den 2/4 wont win. and ours is the nicest amongst the whole of sec1, 2, and 3s, besides 3/9 de. cos deir's really really nice. and if we won the banner, our ranking might go up and we might be the 2 best class mans. but again. its fated lahs. nobody can control fate. but we still won 3rd. and its reall gd liaos. so keep up the gd effort niners. we rawk! yays! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i tink im gonna have sore throat. screamed too much lahs. haha. congrats to ceri and syaz. win so many awards. blah blah. dey really done our class proud mans. and we took sectional photos. and the pics are quite okie lahs. shi lin take wan mahs. lols. no comments. and no offence. heh. luckily i brought my cam. den can take picx! im gonna load in my com soon mans. and bell, i'll send u the photos if u rmb to ask? i very forgetful wan. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the line dancing was horrible mans. nobody rmbs the steps and everyone went craziie! haha. and beside us was 4/3. din see bl went so crazy before los. and yahs. she was partnering xy. okie. and we took band photos aft dat. but i doubt can even see our faces lahs. its like how many ppl? hmms. bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;went for lunch at sing post. no one was dere at its quite a nice thing. cos everyone would have prob gone to bugis or orchard bahh. and no one will wana go sing post. yah. so... and it was fun! except the service at long john is bad. nvm. should not talk abt it. spoil my mood nia. kaes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;go for piano. urgh! so sick. bleah, hope i'll wont be scolded again. haix. pray hard mans.                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111234758609135590?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111234758609135590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111234758609135590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111234758609135590' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111227855308750152</id><published>2005-03-31T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:15:53.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;haha.. so long nv post. see im so guai. nv been really online for the past few days lahs. hmms. okie, im hyper nw! yays. so happy to be hyper and nv did i really laugh madly for a very very long time. hehs. yarhs. during the bus trip home ytd los. guanyu was in the bus too. and she went mad over her lao gong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;today suppose to meet her dere outside sch and i waited outside the sch under the shelter but dere's still rain splattering on me for her abt 15min like a moron and den she said she got geog supp. hmms. but lucki i saw gy and she's sho nice to wait for me. hehs. when crossing the traffic light, saw qy and she look really weird. huh. hehs. and i was so damn nice to go make her new ez card with her lahs. and im the first to see it. bwahahaha. we went to hg de. and aft dat we ate at macs and 'did hw' for an hr. and den we got so bored and decided to walk around. she shopped for sth and im so nice to help her buy more if she needs more. haha. im NICE! and we laughed a lot. she's so into dat dat she immediately took the thing out in the train. kan cheong lah woman! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lala. tml's april fools'. and is also our sch's sports day. hmms. hope it'll b okie. and i duno how to get back frm dere lahs, last yr my dad fetched. so..... haix. and aft dat still must take band photo. hahah. im gonna bring my cam i tink. lols. hope can take some nice photos with my great photography skills. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;y are we acting like strangers now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you became so polite to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;as if i was not anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;now i finally know that you have made your choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;to forget the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;to lighten you burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but do you know that someone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;deeply hurt in this process?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you built your happiness on someone's sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is this the right thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you did not care about my feelings at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;all you care is about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;leaving me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;helpless. sad. lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my mind is in a whirl now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i want to forget you but i cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i really cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it has been for days already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i tried very hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;to be happy and to act like i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but deep in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;all these are sealed tightly inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;nothing can be forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and nothing can go in to fill its place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;sometimes i really hope miracles do happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;oh god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;please make a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;let me see hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;just a glimmer of hope will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i dont ask for much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;let me see light in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the light that leads to another door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and hope it'll be a wider and warmer door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and will not freeze my heart once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111227855308750152?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111227855308750152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111227855308750152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111227855308750152' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111182853374559794</id><published>2005-03-26T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T17:15:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hihi. hmms. just posted something on the flautists bloggie~ hehs. just rmbed dere's this blog dat exsisted so i went to try to log in and i succeeded! dat shows dat my memory is not lag lahs. hehs. hmms. today's a boring day. i woke up in the morning, hmms, pretty early bahhs. and i had a splitting headache. so i decided not to go tampiness to do the banner. sorry people. it was a last min thing. and rai just totally forgot about the whole thing lahs. whaha. memory lack los. kaes. i did i lil math and read finish the king of shadows today. whaha. at last i finish reading dat book, thot its not really nice but the ending turned out to be very interesting. and i got a lil touched. hehs. emotions went wild. hmms. a very nice lit book mans. and just prac piano toos. err.. and i showed my mum my math marks. she was lyke **/30? y so lousy? but i thot the marks was okie lah. she made me even more depressed. even if i get full marks, she also wont be happy de, cos she'll give an excuse saying dat the ppr's easy, dat's y. and she's so bias! towards my bro-  urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;okies. ytd i went out to do hist in the afternoon at drea's hse. and we sort of finish everything le lahs. and aft dat i gotta rush bac to kovan to meet rai and liqin. dey going my hse to do the eng proj. and i was late in the end. but liqin's later and she said she's taking cab here, so me and rai walked in first. it was a pretty long way in and we say jing yong's dad and bro playing bmt. i thot one of them was jy at first and i called her. but lucki dey din hear. all else will be so paiseh. hehs. yahs. we discussed lahs. and liqin finally came at 7.30. den we had dinner kfc at my hse. after dat i sent them out, liqin to mrt station and rai to bus stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when walking home, the night breeze was cool. and it was a full moon nite. i walked alone down the lonely road, alone, all by myself. thot of the past and drowned my sorrows. i sat at the pool for a while thinking abt &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt; the past abt everything. the memories dat you gave me. nice and bad ones. how i wish i can just keep the happy ones and throw the bad ones away into the big ocean. but can i?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111182853374559794?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111182853374559794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111182853374559794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111182853374559794' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111167737081447090</id><published>2005-03-24T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:16:10.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;yy am i stucked in dis stupid situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;wanting to give upp halfway through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;but is reluctant to do so too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;yy is dis so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;are u just trying to make my life miserable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;its miserable enuf already lahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;oh mans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i thought u turned over a new leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and sort of forgave u for what u have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;but &lt;em&gt;a leopard will never change its spots,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;let alone a human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;will never thrust anyone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the word &lt;em&gt;thrust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;is a mighty word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;please bear dat in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the pain i bore is not just what u think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u made my life miserable once over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i really wanna get dis over once and for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;but thinking abt the happy memories we shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the times we have gone through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the stupid things we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i really dun wanna give upp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;but i gave you many chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;you seem to not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and break &lt;em&gt;my heart  again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;im so damn disappointed &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;noticed everything's &lt;em&gt;again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;dis shows how many million of chances i gave to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;-yet again utterly disappointed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;okie. shall not think of dis stupid stuffs dat is gonna make my head go craziie. anw, im already going bonkers. its just a matter of time. hmms. mayb i'll be a panadol addict soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hmms. dere's speech day rehearsal today. in the hot sun. haix. and i wasnt really feeling dat rite dat time. and we had to use the stinko flutes to play. i duno where mine gone to. haix. tink its the one sheena's using. but the one i got's really cannot pitch AT ALL lahs, and 'thx' manda huh. for exchanging with me to get back ur old wan. wdv lahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and once again. cheryl's off with oli and didn't take 31 bac. and so poor sharyn has to sit the bus alone all the way to tp. haix. pity her. cos the 5 of us got of. me, jessica, val, jiayi and another of val's friend. hmms. haha. xy missed the bus. okie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and tuition was damn boring. i was practically sleeping for the past 2hrs lah. haix. ppl are making me worse. esp isabelle. making me even more depressed. hope i'll not clash with her when calling the new latest hotline huh. nvm, im being lame los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;note: i guess dat's the end. i'll never let you off again. never make me your scapegoat. you will regret your actions someday. once out of dis door, u're never to return &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111167737081447090?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111167737081447090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111167737081447090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111167737081447090' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111133030199577165</id><published>2005-03-20T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:51:42.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;okie. im feeling much much btr nw. and i feel dat actually dere's someone who is constantly beside me and i nv took notice of it. someone who's always beside me, dere for me even in dat dark lonely alley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i suddenly feel like blogging at dis time. hmms. just finished my mo xie. hopefully i can rmb every bit tml huh. haix. i really wana chat with cheryl nw. but just so sad dat i came a min ltr. she's just gone. as in gone to bed or wdv lahhs. bleah. im so crappy. and quite high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;anw, i'll try my very best to be my real mad self kaes? dun wanna see ppl's sad face upon looking at dis gloomy me. hehs. im high. high. high. tink high. aim high. look high. and be high! dis must be wad im looking for. hehs. thx &lt;strong&gt;cheryl&lt;/strong&gt; for letting me find my &lt;em&gt;real self &lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;lurvve yu lots. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;muacks. muacks. and nites. good luck everyone. find ur own real self if u have not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;urgh! tml got sch. haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;everyone lurvves orange! huahua! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111133030199577165?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111133030199577165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111133030199577165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111133030199577165' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111122050799705406</id><published>2005-03-19T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T16:21:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;im so sick of dis life.&lt;br /&gt; i really wanna give up&lt;br /&gt;and dun look further.no more hopes.&lt;br /&gt;u have brokenn my heart once again.&lt;br /&gt;over and over again&lt;br /&gt;i have forgave u.&lt;br /&gt;but u did not bother.&lt;br /&gt;instead hurt me even more.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna give dis ********ship up.&lt;br /&gt;but is dis what i really want?&lt;br /&gt;is dis wad i really hope for?&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure of this&lt;br /&gt;but there's one thing i wanna confirm&lt;br /&gt;do i still have a place in ur heart?&lt;br /&gt;do u still regard me as wad u tink of me last time?&lt;br /&gt;i doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;cos now u dun even care for me.&lt;br /&gt;like what u were before.&lt;br /&gt;u changed into a really different person.&lt;br /&gt;a monster! who goes to the crowd&lt;br /&gt;leaving me this dark alley.&lt;br /&gt;to fight the battle myself.&lt;br /&gt;feel so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;dere's no one to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;let alone to share the burden.&lt;br /&gt;why is this so?&lt;br /&gt;i've done whatever things to changed.&lt;br /&gt;but u din even tok notice.&lt;br /&gt;im so disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;utterly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;droplets of tears are seen&lt;br /&gt;trickling down my face&lt;br /&gt;even if i did not show&lt;br /&gt;deep deep down in my heart&lt;br /&gt;it seems like dere's a big cut&lt;br /&gt;all the blood gushing out&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like im gonna die soon&lt;br /&gt;but who gives a damn rite?&lt;br /&gt;nobody even bothers&lt;br /&gt;ppl might even rejoice&lt;br /&gt;some ppl&lt;br /&gt;heartless creatures.&lt;br /&gt;wonder in the first place how come are dey even born into this world&lt;br /&gt;a world full of beasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;betrayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im living in a life of horror&lt;br /&gt;horrible life i got&lt;br /&gt;although i tiank god for letting me to born in this world&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think back&lt;br /&gt;if i was something else&lt;br /&gt;will it be better?&lt;br /&gt;some ppl who are more ordinary&lt;br /&gt;more joyful&lt;br /&gt;more happy&lt;br /&gt;more friendly&lt;br /&gt;doesn't goes according to the majority&lt;br /&gt;bleah&lt;br /&gt;what am i toking abt.&lt;br /&gt;crapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stuckked in a dark alley-&lt;br /&gt;-never to get out again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dere's a saying goes " the harder you fall, the higher you bounce"&lt;br /&gt;but as for me?&lt;br /&gt;the harder i fall, i lost everything. stuckked in a god damn big hole. never gonna see the outside world again. never. cos nobody helped me to open my gate to light. mo matter how loud i screamed. nobody. humans only care abt themselves. no one is selfless. ppl do things for their benefit. why cant this world have more innocent people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear readers. if i darken ur day aft yu read this, dun blame me. im in a very sorry state now. thx for reading by the way. hope yu wont follow my footsteps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111122050799705406?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111122050799705406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111122050799705406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111122050799705406' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111106921960703262</id><published>2005-03-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:20:19.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;whahaha.. im so happy today!! hmm.. went to andrea's hse today. and i reach like damn earli. but hmms.. stayed till one thirty.  den went to a nearby shop to eat. ate dumpling noodles. and aft dat went to marine parade lib. hehs. did lagacy at dere again. and the outcome is wooh! fabulous man.. hehs. im so proud of me and mei's work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i reached home at 5.30 and mei left hurriedly. she's so siao. first she called me jingying, den sharmaine and den daisy (her sis).. so diaos rite? i noe.. stupid woman!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aft dat. rw came to my hse. and used my com while i slept at the sofa for a very short while. its so short only lahh. prob 10min. and while i was just about to enter my dreamland, and she woke me upp!! i was so damn sleepy los.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;din eat dinner. just saw her eat. hehs. but i bought chocolates to munch in class lo. tuition was borring!! w/o shil msging me.. haix. so bored. she just taught the new topic. which mrs choo taught liao. so dere's nothing new. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehs. here comes the nice and happy part of today!! i bought a new bottle!! yays! rejoice! shld be oli rejoicing lahh. cos i dun need drink frm her bottle anymore liao. is the nike bottle. duno how to describe. but actually i wanted dat long long time ago. but just i dun have time nor $$, so just have to wait.. and wait.. and wait.. until today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and before buying the bottle i saw sylvia. she's quite blurr.. hehs. no offence los. think she was rushing to go back to her dad's car or sth lahh.. dis's the third time i bump into her at heartland i tink?? hmms..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111106921960703262?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111106921960703262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111106921960703262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111106921960703262' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111096778263607881</id><published>2005-03-16T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T18:09:42.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i had band and cheerleading today. o wells.. cheerleading wasnt so bad aft all.. except prob the ending bahh. haiyoyo.. doubt we'll win.. but who cares. just noe dat ur own self put in euough effort can liao los. the sec3s were fabulous man.. for some, dey got softer and softer instead. whaha. im lk so evil. the sec2s not really a lot of cheers from other classes. hmms. stilll so selfish. and the sec1s were so soft. only 1 or 2 classes were loud. mostly were loud for the tk philosophy and blahh. hehs.. so cos of dis i went for band at abt 10+ los.. by dat time ms wong was already. so juz warm up and blah. den we had to learn the new songs. some are really quite nice. lyke pomp and circumstances the fanfare part. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;lunch was really late lor.. and my stomach was already growling. xy and sj went to help us buy food first but too bad. the store is closed. so in the end the sec2s ate instant noodles, sheena and val ate wdv dat dey brought and the rest ate wanton noodles. haha. and the trombonists were very noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;when walking back to sch. saw ms sia. and a snr. kaes. and cheeri took cheryl's rubber band away. so she had to borrow from ppl. den we went to photocopy scores for abi. and on the way i banged into a stupid dusbin. whaha. i was toking to lena abt the bo li xie and i din see wad. nvm. its not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;haha. we had sec2s combine aft lunch. but we combined ourselves. and according to val, ms sia said we play very nice. but i tink if she's in the room, she can vomit blood. cos we were quite out of tune and were quite airy too. hehs. mr ong came today too. wooh. wad a rare person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and when going home on the way to day and night and on the bus i was pratically siao los. hehs. cun help it. and stupid mel went to pull my rubber band away. i screamed los. hehs. so she has no choice but to give it bac to me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and during combine, kuan yee was playing some kind of nemo game. and i thought its nimmo the green frog. and dey all laugh at me. wahaha.. so bad. and nw so many ppl noe abt my 'sch'.. for the deaf and blind wan.. wa liew.. so paiseh. even some of the sec4s noe liao los. and dey laughed. how insulting man! arGh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hehs. i took mrt home with val. and chatted with her. time passed real soon. just when we talk abt an interesting topic and it was at kovan liao. haix. so sad. anw cheryl. if u read dis. and so to mel and sharyn too. the ting dat val offered to me wasnt fried criket. it just looked like one so sheena decided to call it criket. -_-!! rite? hehs. its some kind of toufu, sesame and stuffs fried lah. wdv. i din taste it cos it looks so gross! but val said it was 'heavenly', manda said dat too. haha. wdv los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;kaes. im supposed to do history now. anw.. my friday is free!! finally i can have a free day where i dun need to wake up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;early in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. hehs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111096778263607881?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111096778263607881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111096778263607881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111096778263607881' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111089782712374110</id><published>2005-03-15T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:43:47.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we had band today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.i reached very early, but xy's earlier lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;read the stupid history bk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and its so damn boring.band was boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was totally freaked out.didnt really had lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just a bar of dove and a drink.cos of cheerleading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had practice during lunch break.its quite sucessful, although yanti and fezra was not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope tml's will be a sucess bahh//had combine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and sec2s were sort of chased out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haix. stupid speech day rehearsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now we must memorize so many parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;under the double march, starting of p and c, general, fanfare of p and c, hands across the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arGh! and we packed the scores today.according to alphabetical order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually its not really we lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i was even more freaked out when keeping instru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sj gave me qy flute and i gotta help her keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when ltr we had to take uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i forgot abt it lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and dey reminded me when i went to get leave form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den dey are lyke so free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den still ask me to keepso one kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im gonna explode soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;REAL SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and before dat i thought need to sign leave form,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i got a lot of tings to doi was left dere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; looking so pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;many tings bothering me in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and when i asked cheryl to help me keep qy's flute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wad did she do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ctn packing her stuffand i really asked many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nobody helped me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dey just left without a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feeling very left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;put urself in my shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wad would u feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111089782712374110?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111089782712374110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111089782712374110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111089782712374110' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111081182627631769</id><published>2005-03-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:50:26.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okie.. hope dat dis time the font doesn't come out dat gigantic anymore huh.. hmms.. went to watch the series of the unfortunate events on sat.. and its lyke suppose to be a class bonding activity and only 12 ppl turned up.. stupid vicki and jy.. dun wana go watch.. -_-!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kaes.. the show's quite ok larr.. adn its lyke aft the show everyone's disperse.. the malays went off and the chinese left behind.. dat's so pathetic huh.. and me, mei, sj and bell went to take neos. juz one time as i was rushing for time.. whaha.. i haven got my share of the neos yet.. wonder how does it looks like huh.. hope its not so terrible and horrible looking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aft dat kelly suddenly appeared and i went to watch the latin dance concert with her. her dad drove us to nee an oply.. dere was lyke so big! my dad's also frm nee an.. whahas.. and when he was driving me home.. he's toking abt nee an last time compared to now.. bleahs.. when it was in his time, dere was only 1 cateen and now dere's 5. and i found dat he took mechanical engineering course last time.. according to him, dere was very very pathetic number of courses to take.. haha..kaes.. actually its not really a concert but sort of a competition.. for the young, teeenagers and 'elderly' - not dat old lahs.. and dey all dance so gracefully.. deir body so soft.. im so envious man.. haix..aft dat i wen to had supper cos i din really had sort of a dinner at dere.. hmms.. slp at 12++ bahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and the next day got history discussion at andreas hse. my dad got freaked out cos i din get the add but its partly his fault too.. cos he went to telok kurau h and not k.. whahas.. so paiseh when i went to press the wrong doorbell.. hehs..kaes.. and i went for tuition aft that.. haix.. before dat went to the lib to borrow the history bk for doing the damn sickening book review.. hmms.. and i read half of the book in the nite until 12++ too.. haix.. so tired lo.. and the book is like damn boring lah.. arGh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;went to vicki's hse dis morning and i had to wake up like damn earli.. i woke up at 7.30.. and at first i thought it was a sch day and i was so terrified.. and then i suddenly remembered it was the hols.. so i took my time.. but i was still damn early lahh.. it was only 9.30 and i was taking bus 10 liao.. and dat bus was like going supper fast lo.. cos nobody get up the bus and there was only 5 other ppl in the bus.. whaha..in the end she asked her sis to come and fetch me to her hse.. haix.. what a lazy piggy she is.. oops. anws, her hse is quite nice lahh.. and her room is rather spacious too.. haha.. liqin came aft a while too and we only did a lil of the cheerleading thingy los.. the rest of the time was so slack.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and we had kfc for lunch.. me and lq was lyke duno what to choose. either the bandito or 2 pieces of chicken. so in the end we gotta ask vicki's sis to choose a or b.. haha.. dat's so lame lo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and left her hse at abt 2pm. and i gotta take bus all the way back to sch dere and to parkway. met mengmei on the bus so we went to macs and i had to see her eat. aft dat we went to the library to do the stupid lagacy game lahhs.. so stupid.. and we stayed dere until 7.15. haix. and it's only half done lor.. haix. so much tings cropped up man..so in the end i reached home at abt 8pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hms.. so tired now.. but i still wana watch my show.. hehs.. bo li xie. so sad dere's no shil to msg to late in the nite lyke dis.. how i miss her man.. hehs.. okie lahh.. byes!!&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%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;muacks. miss ya. hope u can forget the past and look into the future. hope u'll find *** soon bahh.. good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111081182627631769?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111081182627631769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111081182627631769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111081182627631769' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111054362736561168</id><published>2005-03-11T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T20:36:47.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="d00769a8"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;aiya.. firstly, i wana say byes o shil and although i noe dat she will not be able to see my blog now, i wish she'll hav a nice and safe and fun journey and time dere.. and hope she rmb to buy my prezzie!! and she definately wil.. cos i juz reminded her juz nw.. whaha.. okie.. her flight's at 1035.. she sae she'll b missing the first dae of sku. hmms.. so gd and bad too.. haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;okie.. and dere was speech day rehearsal today.. and its chao boring la!! i tink altogether we only played less den 5mins la.. cos dere's lyke only 16bars and dey repeated the fanfare part 5 times? umm.. dotx rite? haiyo.. and dey released so early..its lyke 4.30 la! adn i had so much time to walk around at hg mall.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cheryl din come today.. and dats so saddening.. but its qutie ok la.. and she's gonna stand bside manda.. and frm left: oli, me, manda, cheryl.. yarrr.. liddat lor.. and val, sheena and sijia came to 'support' us.. and val stayed till the end.. and she took 31 bac too.. haha.. had quite an enjoyable time in the bus with liubing, mel, sharyn, val, shujie, jiayi and pek hong.. haha.. and dey came around looking at my progress report.. aiya.. i got so lousy.. damn larr!! and stupid *** got top in class.. arGh!! so clever.. haix.. cos i failed my history mah.. and its so terrible!! bleah.. and val dun 'ren' me as her jnr.. jk la.. cos of my 'retardedness'? erm.. forget it.. its noting nice to tok abt.. and lucki cheryl's not dere.. cos she'll prob go mad lk the last time bahh.,. whaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kaes.. had piano and when coming bac.. jy called me and we wok bac home.. haix.. she's lyke carrying a whole lot of books and looking very pathetic.. (no offence huh) .. byes.. eating dinner.. haix.. sad sad.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;how do i face life in future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;with no face to look ahead to see where im going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dont know which road to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no aims in life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my bloody life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td height="1" unselectable="on"  style="font-size:1pt;"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111054362736561168?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111054362736561168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111054362736561168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111054362736561168' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-111045161893721338</id><published>2005-03-10T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:46:58.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;urgh!! im so damn pissed off la! i got myself changed to a very very terrible and horrible position!! arGh!! damn la.. i din even tok much and have been very very extremely guai for the whole of dis year kae? and what i got bac? a change of position which seperate me n shil! dat's so saddening la! and dis shows dat it doesn't pays to b guai! argh!!! feel lyke bursting nw la! damnit! kaes.. shouldn't scold so much.. but.. but.. i juz cun.. so im going on crapping and im typing very fast nw.. cos.. cos.. gotta go tuition soon!! aiya.. crapp larr!! and im siting bside ****** now.. some ppl shld noe who the person is rite? and she's quite irratating la// but she's quite nice sometimes too.. but the prob is i juz cun stand sitting bside her.. and arh.. dis jingying nv reli tok de.. so sad.. shil's gone and i have nobody to tok and crap to.. haix.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;maths lesson cas chao borriiingggg la!! i was doing other stuffs la.. and i totally agree wad cheryl say.. she treat us lyke some primary sch kids where she gotta teach 1+2=3.. those sort of stuffs.. uhh.. and her explanation's so damn lousy la.. i dun even noe wth she's toking abt lo.. haix.. and i hate dat idiotic chair im sitting on.. so high and it's lyke some short toddlers to sit on .. -_-!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okie okie.. juz now met cheryl and mel outside the sch in the video shop aft waiting xy for lyke 30min? i was practically standing dere in the shade(and mind you! dere's heat la), lyke an idiot.. waiting for.. ahem! bleah.. kaes.. but at least she b bothered to call la.. or else i'll b waiting longer.. but i already crossed the road by then lo.. haha.. and she called in the sch hall la.. lols.. somehow comforting her fren? haha.. wad a nice fren.. bleah.. y m i singing praises of her? uhgh! nvm.. kaes.. ate at mos burger.. umm.. i mean.. its mel and cheryl.. i din eat.. except frm mel a pathetic fry.. whaha.. nw im feeling quite hungry le.. and cheryl drank some kind of disgusting soup where she dipped the dries in and eat? eew! disgusting fellow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;aiya.. byes!! g2g le.. im gonna b late!! but who cares.. at least i did the revision ppr.. haha.. so guai rite? and gd luck for my maths test if i ever get dat ppr bac..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and to shil: have a safe and nice journey!! :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;miss ya. lurve ya. muacks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-111045161893721338?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111045161893721338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/111045161893721338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111045161893721338' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110994282407483345</id><published>2005-03-04T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:27:04.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;okie.. just read thru ppl's blog, and found dat many of em have change's deir layout n stuffs.. n me leh? same one.. haha.. okie.. i dun b bothered lahh.. and its lk how many times i get to go online a week? its lk 3 times at the very most? haha.. so sort of outdated too la.. its not dat some ppl dun allow me to use the com or wdv.. no time bahh.. everydae so damn busy lah.. and on free days olways got some ppl ask me to go out, eat lunch n blahh.. heh.. dis's my life lo.. and my sis lah. everydae play her stOopid online game- conquer.. but she just recently took up french.. learning at some place dat i duno where iszit.. so, haha.. she keep herself busy, actually, its no diff..cos its on fri... and normally i'll use the com today.. yarr!! wdv lah.. im toking crap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;okie.. juz nw i went to oli, cheryl and a lil of cheeri and wee shan's blog to see see look look.. and yah.. dat cherryfruitcake is reli a 'nice' name huh..? haha.. CFC.. very non environmental friendly.. but actually i dun reli b bothered abt all dese lah.. and haha.. cheeri's actually quite nice.. haha.. nvm.. shall tok less and look more... open my eyes wider..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kaes.. cheryl's sick.. she still come to sku.. haix.. shld take MC.. and its not lyke dere's any CAs rite? uh.. guess so? kaes.. hope she get well soon! thou sometimes she's quite mean to me.. but nvm.. im a very nice person.. but sometimes ppl reli take avantage of dis point.. humpgh! its also sort of my weakness too blah.. but sometimes i can get reli mad.. wait till the volcano reli errupts bahh.. but so far i tink i cannot reli hold it anymore.. some ppl r reli reli neglecting me.. n sometimes i duno reli wana say or see.. i'll get even more sick if it continues to b liddat.. feeling very sad now.. dun reli wana go for band tml.. cos its lyke.. haix.. some small tings may mean big to me.. and its so damn ass la.. i reli feel lyke pouring all dat i wana say into here but i juz cun.. dun wana b so mean.. and its confidential too. so.. i guess i'll end dis sad sad sad sad topic.. bleah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;okie.. hope band will b okie tml.. i tink im feeling sick too.. n i have nose block.. headache.. stomach cramps.. and my brain isn't reli working today.. haix.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ms ching is gone for good.. and i have a very strong feeling dat the nxt tcher will b worse! arGh!! nvm.. my math's terrible enuf.. now the sub's i can depend on is nothing.. and my history fail lah! i tink i nv gonna take history.. whether elec or core.. wdv la.. stupid wan.. i dun even have an aim.. to go which direction.. im juz taking a step by a step.. not knowing where to go.. juz lyke lost in the middle of a desert, no one to depend on.. no one is reliable enuf.. and dose dat are reliable dun even noe wad the hell i'll b toking la.. stupid..!! life sux man.. ppl say look on the brighter side of life.. dis is all crap la.. life dun even have a better side to look..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;anw, i tink im gonna die terribly if my term one progress report cums bac.. is lk no one acres abt me la.. nvm.. my headache's getting more and more terrible! so i shall shut up as i tink no one will b reading my blog too.. its so dead.. bleah.. dere's nothing interesting here.. i hate it!! i hate u.. im so sorry if i hurt ur heart but dere's nothing i can do now.. wad's done is already done.. nothing can b undone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wa lau.. today's first period's art!! borringgg.. and its lk i spent the whole nite doing the damn art work and in the end that woman ask us to use adobe.. wads the point la.. shit her la.. i reli feel lyke bashing someone up now.. dis post is juz going on and on forever.. duno when i will stop man.. but its juz dat many stupid fucking tings happened to me.. and to u.. my life's so miserable.. y did i did dat anw.. i shldn't even started it.. stupid.. it's such a terrible big mistake.. damn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;today got gym.. at least its quite accomplish lah.. and my stomach was lk aching for the whole day la! arGh! im in such a miserable state..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;feel lyke a different person today.. tinking dat i actually confided so much to dis dead com.. bleah.. gonna go now.. miserable girl--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110994282407483345?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110994282407483345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110994282407483345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110994282407483345' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110933482350024331</id><published>2005-02-25T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:33:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooh! it has been a long long bloody time lo.. hahas.. many many tings happened.. and okie.. lemmi tok abt band on wed.. wa liew..  only got me n cheryl lo.. haix.. den we din reli hav sectionals w the rez.. we were in another classroom.. den the others we with wang tong.. manda din come of her broken finger and oli arh.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;some things on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; huh.. and me n cheryl got scolded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;freak lahh.. juz bcos we cun hold the note long enuf to satisfy her.. aiya.. nvm.. shall not say too much abt it.. but aft the scolding it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was quite fun lahh.. we were quite out according to wad xy's fren say.. oh ya.. she's not suppose to b here so earli but her attachment ended earli.. damn earli.. so.. kaes.. and she nv bring her flute, so she sat w us in the class n laze arnd lahh.. hahas.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some various reasons, i was in a quite bad mood in the morning.. haiya.. i was black faced all the while before recess.. i was quite pissed off lah.. but she already apologized and i dun reli tink its all her fault lah.. im sorry if i was lyke mean to u.. haiya.. forget it.. wads over is already over.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;and juz now had cheerleading prac.. we wen parkway to eat and spent so much time deciding on wad to eat.. and den suddenly mengmei's mum appear out of nowhere.. hahas.. den she offered to fetch us to sch since she was on the way.. haha.. luckily she appeared.. or else we will b extremely late liao lo..&lt;br /&gt;and piano lesson was terrible lo.. arGh! she scolded me lyke siao lah.. damn.. haiya.. and tml got band, until 12pm.. den aft tt got sectional lunch.. we're gonna take neos too.. according to sheena, and haha! someone's not coming.. everyone is rejoicing lahh.. lols.. n im poning tuition i suppose.. got its lyke.. definately won't make it in time de los..&lt;br /&gt;okie.. g2g.. gd nites.. muacks.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;muacks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110933482350024331?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110933482350024331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110933482350024331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110933482350024331' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110759988535325279</id><published>2005-02-05T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T18:38:05.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey.. today got sectionals n dere's only me, valerie, cheryl n qiyan.. qiyan not really lah.. cos she gotta do her proj.. so hmm.. quite okie okie lor.. yrumpet oso got sectionals at the canteen dere lo.. n dey came quite early lahh.. aye.. aft tt i wen to macs at tp w cheryl.. and on d way in the bus we kept laughing abt val's name being wei4 xuan1.. sounds weird huh?? hahas.. kaes.. n i bot macs student meal n in d end i only ate the small fries n i was full le.. while the hungry monster cheryl ate the whole meal.. somemore she upsized the fries liao.. n she wanted to buy another meduim fries but lucky the queue was long.. or else.. i cun imagine liao.. haha.. hmm.. den i took 153 back to hg.. so i was juz walking out of heartland mall when i suddenly heard ppl screaming my name, turned around n saw 2 pinkish ppl.. was so shocked lo.. hahas.. it was xinyan and sheena la.. whaha.. dey gav me a shock lor.. was surprised tt dey will appear dere.. aye.. wdv la.. n eng tuition was so borringgg..!! i smsed xinyan n shil n cheryl during the whole lesson.. abt half to xy n half to shil lo and part to cheryl.. hehes.. but i still managed to do the work lahh.. n i felt a lil hungry, so i ate the fillet-o-fish.. half only.. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110759988535325279?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110759988535325279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110759988535325279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110759988535325279' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110639213151946851</id><published>2005-01-22T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T19:08:51.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whahas.. its gonna b busy man.. nxt week.. esp the week aft next lo.. got so many CAs n tests.. shitty!!! aye.. so nw i only sat n sun go online.. c so guai rite? n stupid.. rw.. make my fone spoil again!! n nw its worst den laz tym.. wa liew.. dun haf warranty.. she lah.. juz bcause she wana chat w her dear charmaine or whoeva.. den her fone no bat.. as for mine.. chat w her very important meh.. wa liew.. i reli regret taking out my sim card lor.. freak.. n u arh.. is not only once lor.. twice leh.. stil dare to laugh.. arGh! n twice i oso nv tell my dad d truth lor.. damnit.. freak lah.. reli regretted.. i'll learn my lesson n nv hear a word frm u regarding my fone.. hells.. humpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. new topic.. tok abt tt make me sick man.. kaes.. ytd oli came my hse to do the cl yan jiang thingy.. n we finally did finish.. hahas.. i got dose info frm ling lao shi's newsppr article.. d one abt sec sch students lyke to go to porn webbies tt topic lor.. cos food is so hard to find.. hahas.. n stupid mel got piano den nv cum n do.. erm.. but nvm.. at least we manage to do finish.. lols.. hahas.. n we bot her sis's prezzie.. err.. kelly's prezzie n cheryl's prezzie.. wa liew.. nw im bac to broke again.. so pathetic.. esp cheryl's prezzie arh.. so ex!! she btr gimme burfdae prezzie man.. or i'll hack her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, i pierced my ear on thurs.. n my mum or sis dun even noe lor.. i got tie up my hair at home n dey din even notice lo.. hahas.. tt's so funni.. but i tink even if dey noe oso no big deal lah.. but i muz take it out by sun liao.. in case khoo catches lo.. hmmm.. so stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaes.. mon got band again.. n d sec3s r bac liao.. lols.. n we muz b dere by 2.15pm lor.. den we only haf lyke 30mins to pack bag, wok to d band room, wok down n eat, n wok up again.. n mayb including oli's toilet trips(hahs) bahh.. den sure no tym de.. eyyyy... so stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaes.. happy belated hari raya.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110639213151946851?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110639213151946851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110639213151946851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110639213151946851' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110571136005940791</id><published>2005-01-14T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T22:02:40.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyoyyoo.. i din got to change my flute!!! bloody hell lah.. dun hav flute case.. den i'll b d only odd one out out of the whole section lor.. damn.. so stupid.. n i'll probably get a new one  lyke.. nxt yr.. which is so damn bloody long ltr!! sux man.. shldn't hav change so earli lor.. arGh!!! so pissed off.. n stupid oli keep lyke showing off to me.. wa la... but she oso keep saeing tt i hav more experience w the open flute.. wa crap la.. at least hers is much much btr den mine rite.. mine got lots of faults lor.. arGh!!!&lt;br /&gt;but performing tml.. wich me gd luck bahh.. n hope i play the rhythm all correctly or else sheena will look at me n ask me to pay 10 cents or wdv again lah.. haiyoyyo.. den muz wake up so early again lor.. sum more dis tym is reach sch at 7am in the morning lor.. so earli.. wa lau ay.. but oso no points to tke lor.. hahas.. for the sake of fun??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110571136005940791?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110571136005940791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110571136005940791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110571136005940791' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110456904931687538</id><published>2005-01-01T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T16:44:09.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haix.. so sian.. new yr n nothing to do.. haix!! erm.. haven buy my new sch bag leh.. mayb today or tml bahh.. i noe is so damn late lah.. but wad to do? haf a bag in mind liao.. but... oh forget it! dere's nothing to do nw! so sian.. no one tok to mii too.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110456904931687538?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110456904931687538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110456904931687538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110456904931687538' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110447316061120546</id><published>2004-12-31T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T14:06:00.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.. ytd shan came n he was so wet.. haas.. he's so stupid to ride hes bike here in d rain thou-.. cos od rw la.. ask him cum for wad.. he oso cum here for nth.. wa lau.. kaes.. hai me gotta giv him a new towel n dry himself..&lt;br /&gt;n stupid mengmei din tell me she's cuming today so i can giv her jy giv her de prez.. hmm.. wdv la.. so sch reopen den can giv lor.. isn't it d same.. okie.. happi new yr's eve everyone!! heh heh.. oh bloody.. n hope my new yr resolution wil cum true! :P    u guys out dere too! mayb going out ltr on.. sis say wana go j8 to shop or watsoever la.. byes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110447316061120546?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110447316061120546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110447316061120546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110447316061120546' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110424500115977889</id><published>2004-12-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T22:43:21.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haix..im so damn bloody freaked out..!! my bro la.. ass wan.. say wana use d fone den in the end? his fwen not in.. kaox lor.. haix.. nxt week sch reopen liaox.. den i'll soon b a snr! hahas.. but dey stil wun hav to greet me.. erm.. juz bot books on mon.. pretty late huh? aye.. sum ppl so early buy liao.. so kan cheong lor.. den i nw den wrap finish all d books n paste my name n blahxx.. im so happi! mon was d laz band lesson for dis yr.. den we had bbq on tt day.. but its lyke dose type tt need to set up de lor.. hahas.. but it was quite fun.. i took sum pics of my batchmates- oli, cheryl, manda.. kaes.. but forgot to take d snrs.. i got a snap shot of xinyan n sheena playing.. den tt stupid xy wen to cover her face w d file.. wa lau.. wasted.. it was quite nice la.. kaes.. we gav mel n xinxian d jigsaw puzzle we made.. nice.. esp d flute i draw.. hahahs.. den xy ask me to help her draw another flute for her.. but W/O colouring.. cos my colouring sux lah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaes.. today wen to geylang east lib to do cip.. n i realised tt taking 80 is much much faster den i thot.. hai me laz tym stupidly tke mrt.. aye.. den bibi laz tym doing at geylang east liao.. so sad.. haix.. but tt stupid woman nv lemmi shelf bks w her.. wa lau.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaes.. realised i made d font bigger? cos i thot d tiny font is big enuf cos in here its lyke damn bloody big lor.. whahas.. n wayne smsed me for pris add, sending her new yr card.. n he say wad he feel more inferior towards her? dun understand.. haix.. my understanding very cham wan la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;byes! //&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110424500115977889?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110424500115977889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110424500115977889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110424500115977889' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110395445187762680</id><published>2004-12-25T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T14:00:51.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;okie.. merry christmas.. hope u guys hav a wonderful eve n not lyke mii.. being home alone// haiya.. long tym nv rite liao.. olways lyke tt.. n ytd arh.. wok all d way frm my hse to hg sports hall den to pungol cc den to hg mall leh.. so tired, n my leg got blister arh.. sickening!! hmm.. wen sheena's hse to fix d jigsaw puzzle lo.. in d end haven finish, so dey gotta meet up on sunday.. hahas.. i cun make it, got tuition mah.. aiyoyo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tok to huiyi for d longest while in dis yr w her man.. n nic n rw. but dey hung up aft a short while.. no fun de.. den b4 tt we[huiyi mii rw] playing truth or dare.. huiyi started first.. we ask her to tell shannon tt she lyke him.. n den his reaction was lyke.. 'xi guan le'.. he so thick skinn de.. aiyoyo.. but i tink he shld noe le lah.. hahas.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it was a nice christmas aft all! n i sms someone n we chatted for a long while.. he changed no n nv tell mii.. so bad.. but din noe he was so hao si to apologize lor.. hahas.. he ren quite gd lah.. only sometyms... kaes.. wdv.. enuf!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh no.. i haven buy christmas prezzies leh.. shil gonna buy today.. jy bot liao.. only me n mm.. n stil got shar's prezzie arh.. oh no.. gonna b broke again lor.. poor mii.. haix. duno lah.. oli duno if going anot leh.. cos we hav dis celebration of christmas thingy tml for dinner.. den lyke veri funni.. duno if anibody wil turn up anot.. lahh.. haix.. mayb nobody? but nw is d $$ prob.. sickening!! n ltr going out to duno some place.. den no tym to shop for prezzies lah!! headache!! haix.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;merry christmas to everyone.. hope all ur wished cum tru.. mine too!! :P [dun tell u] [tao yan lahh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110395445187762680?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110395445187762680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110395445187762680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110395445187762680' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110242377046862490</id><published>2004-12-07T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T20:49:30.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;okie.. today packed my cupboard n its quite neat liao.. hees.. aiyo.. hard work man.. haix. tml's gonna go marine parade lib n do d sec4 farewell card for thurs.. n thurs got... beach day! woo hoo~~ hope it'd b fun n crazy??! kaes.. byes.. im gonna watch tv liaox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110242377046862490?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110242377046862490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110242377046862490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110242377046862490' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110154925197098559</id><published>2004-11-27T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T17:54:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;hmm.. watched incredibles on thurs n it was so damn funny n nice.. i like jack-jack n dash.. aiyee.. okie.. i wana watch the polar express too.. but duno when can liao.. cos dec got more tuition n band practices liao.. so, i'll b damn busy lo.. i bot christmas cards too.. and rote all d christmas cards juz now.. ltr buy stamp den mayb dec10++ can send le.. whahas.. okie..  so happi! finally put a load down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110154925197098559?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110154925197098559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110154925197098559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110154925197098559' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110061428973414250</id><published>2004-11-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T22:11:29.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haix. today wen lib to do cip again.. hmm.. so boringg lo... hehes.. but tml going to watch d forgotten.. hahas.. duno whether scary anot leh.. ltr i scream.. [hope not] aiyee.. den today's 2nd band combine w main band again.. so sian.. so much things to learn again.. haix.. erm.. and den im going crazy!!! haix.. fresh news! qiyan is d sl n xinyan's asl.. hahas.. gd lah.. but prob sum ppl's heart's not feeling too gd bahhx.. orh anw, dis's all crap.. so, everytym i nv blog in fer a few daes den cum n tell my ah ma story.. haix.. orh yah.. n tml muz rmb go hmv n buy busted's live concert cd fer priz.. n im going broke! oops.. reli lah.. nv fake.. whahas.. nvm.. who cares.. but still gonna save up $$ fer chalet.. n i heard kelly's not going chalet anymore? cos of various reasons lahx.. i overheard her telling liqin dis morning b4 band lo.. tt's so sad.. but mel's staying over too! yipee.. n heard daphne too..? erm.. nvm lah.. more d merrier mah.. or else class also not lyke class liddat.. aiyee.. tok so much.. no more saliva liao lah.. go drink water.. bubuaix.. hehes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110061428973414250?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110061428973414250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110061428973414250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110061428973414250' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-110018554293291080</id><published>2004-11-11T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:05:42.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;okie.. feeling rather bleahx.. nvm.. erm.. watched princess diaries w mm tt day n was reli quite okie lar.. onli when aft d show den duno wad to do lo.. cos we're reli broke cos of tt stupid guy who ask us to donate 5 bucks for the needy or sth lah.. oh wdv.. stupid..  kaes.. dere's band tml n its reli sian.. haix.. okie.. erm.. and then hor.. i swam for 2+hrs todae.. whahas.. the tym was reli quick.. in a blink of an eye, 2+ hrs past liao.. but so funni dis tym.. i dun hav 'wrinkles' aft swimming.. okie.. n hope pris had a gd flight.. going to spain.. hmm.. den 2 sundays we cun exchange bks liao.. so sad.. but nvm.. i tink i shld go n buy another new bk bahh.. no more liao.. hahas.. kaes.. g2g slp.. tml got sickening sianx stupid irritating fustrating wasting of tym band! arGh! nitex..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-110018554293291080?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110018554293291080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/110018554293291080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110018554293291080' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109983875515211841</id><published>2004-11-07T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:45:55.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"  &gt;heyx.. tml im going n do cip w mengmei. hahas. n she so funni de.. juz buy de hp den going buy another one again. hahas. n she din tell mi d reason n i din ask too.. hahas.. kaes.. veri long nv update liaox..lols.. hmm.. today din do finish compo in d class agin.. whahas.. n linglao shi saw mi.. bleahx.. n i tell her tt i will finish.. so hope i got tym lo.. yawns* haix. pris going duno where n she dun wana tell mi n i forgot lo.. n\for 2weeks leh.. haix. n she'll miss 2 lessons again.. den we cun pass d book liaox.. haix. n i guess i'll b buying d new book lo.. n i'll buy busted LIVE vcd for her.. so long liaox.. haven buy her bdae prez.. hehes.. so paiseh lo.. kaes.. nitex to all.. bubuaix..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109983875515211841?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109983875515211841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109983875515211841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109983875515211841' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109949127111535825</id><published>2004-11-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:14:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hmm.. so today is a boringg day again.. haix. wake up. eat breakfast. watch tv. swim. eat lunch. practice piano. practice flute. use com. watch tv. eat dinner. use com. watch ren wo ao you [n i missed d first 5 min]. haix. sian rite? kaes.. n my dad was angry wit my results. haix. cun blame mi.  i duno lah. my mind is in a whirl. arGh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;duno where im going dis holiday leh. probably going sunway lagoon. hahas, kaes.. sumone! plz clear my boredom.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109949127111535825?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109949127111535825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109949127111535825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109949127111535825' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109938038514871131</id><published>2004-11-02T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T15:26:25.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"  &gt;kaes.. today got bac report book n im so &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ff0000;" &gt;bloody &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#33ff33;" &gt;disappointed.. haix.. i m oni 200+ position in d level lo.. n mengmei dey all all get so good.. haix.. n cos of my&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; damn&lt;/span&gt; cl n history.. haix.. arGh!!! n i saw so mani ppl along my way to sku.. first i saw xuanhan at d bus-stop.. den chin boon wok towards d bus stop.. den in d bus saw eliz who was lyke listening to d radio?? n den at paya lebar bus stop dere ceri board d bus.. hahas.. so farni..&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; [nobody's laughing  =( ]&lt;/span&gt; yah.. btr buck up nxt yr but i haven even got my books ready! hahas.. xuanhan bot all liaox.. so kan cheong..   and den hor.. i tink i hav no hope liaox lah.. haix. dey all get so high.. y  cun i even get top 20 positions in class?? omg.. n &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ffcc66;" &gt;i got d cip form frm ms sim liaox.. so will b doing cip w her on thurs i suppose.. hahas.. den arh.. can go kai kai aft tt.. whahas.. [naughty naughty] hmm.. is she suggest anw.. not mi! she zap for mi 3 copies.. so kind.. n ms sim today wear d jeans skirt so short.. wooh.. hahas.. &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#66ffff;" &gt;n today even got giv holiday hw leh.. bt luckily its maths.. hahas.. kaes.. gotta do music hw.. practice piano.. n holiday hw liaox.. bubuaix.. :P&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; felt happier aft toking to u.. thx for listening.. thank you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109938038514871131?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109938038514871131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109938038514871131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109938038514871131' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109915700627111852</id><published>2004-10-31T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T01:23:26.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;heyhey.. haix. -yawns- gonna slp aft dis man.. tired.. haix. tml stil hav stevens// sian lahx.. orh.. n yay. we're gonna hav a chalet in dec at downtown! so happi.. but im gonna b broke aft tt man.. hahas.. bot teens  n lime magazine.. n so.. im even more broke.. haix. but haha! im gonna 'tuition' my bro in nov n 'earn a living'. hahas. tink get at least a hundred bucks bahxx.. hahas.. kaes.. n its cl! arGh.. y cun it b maths.. oh yah. n laz term he oni got 72 for hes math.. dis tym i tuition him n he get 89 noe.. c im so pro.. whahaas.. lols.. kaes.. gotta slp le.. bubuaix.. muacks.. huggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109915700627111852?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109915700627111852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109915700627111852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109915700627111852' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109877321792999561</id><published>2004-10-26T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T14:46:57.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okie.. n i sort of porn band ytd.. cos got nball n i was reli tired.. but anw.. i din regret.. cos dey gone off at 5.15.. den if i were to go, by d tym i set up n warm-up.. alrdy tym to go home.. so i wen to kfc w mel instead.. whahas.. eat until so full bahx.. [burp] nw still little full.. oh no.. btr go on diet liaox..  hahas.. okie.. den i watch d hilary duff's show duno called wad lah.. sth to do w voices.. n itz nice lahx.. hahas.. [yawn]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109877321792999561?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109877321792999561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109877321792999561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109877321792999561' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109877303609897956</id><published>2004-10-26T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T14:43:56.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;heyhey.. hahas.. today's promotion meeting day.. so NO sku!! yay! oh yah.. i my mum send mi d ou de yang's pic.. hes so damn ugli n old.. look lyke in hes 40s.. whahas.. but hes voice sounds young huh? okie.. wadeva.. hmm..  n itz so damn boringgg... okie.. n nw i tink sg idol is so wad lor.. how can maia b out? ridiculous! bleahx.. stupid christopher.. still in.. wad d hell.. hehes.. [listening to an jing nw] still a nice song.. itz my fav song man.. so soothing.. n dun noe y so mani ppl dun lyke jay.. hes so cool n nice.. hes songs r d best man.. i mean in d cl pop lah.. hehes.. okie.. enuf of him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109877303609897956?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109877303609897956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109877303609897956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109877303609897956' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109853044841181330</id><published>2004-10-23T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T19:20:48.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;haix. so long nv rite liaox.. okie.. dis week so damn busy lor.. cos of nball competition.. so gotta train everyday.. n i bcum quite dark liaox.. hahas.. ey.. but ytd we still lost 1 game to 1/7!! arGh! shitty lahx.. den our chances of getting into d semi finals is slimmer liaox.. so hope mon we can win lor.. den at least still got chances.. haix.. but we did our best.. so.. jiayou.. hope god can help us.. n hope we dun foul so mani tyms oso.. but actually is all d refree 's fault.. dey so bias.. haix. cos other ppl offside n dey nv blow.. den once our team off side den dey blow.. so unfair.. stupid.. cock eye de.. dun tok le.. make mi madder!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"  &gt;today's math so boring.. haix.. n i tink i did so bad in my finals n my overall marks oso quite low lor.. haix.. but lucki nv fail anithing lahx.. but still veri bad.. oni got 1 a1, 3 a2, 1 b3, 1 b4, n 1 c6!! haix.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  disappointed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109853044841181330?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109853044841181330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109853044841181330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109853044841181330' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109784873533227749</id><published>2004-10-15T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T21:58:55.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;okie.. hahas.. today's so boringgg!! stay at home d whole day except for going to piano lesson.. haix. actualli.. aft exam is nt tt fun afterall.. juz more relax n stuffx.. hahas.. ey.. u guys bored at reading all this everyday huh? haix.. im a boringg person bah. n i played dis trick on ppl n i found out some stuffz bah.. hahas.. lols.. hmM.. but most ppl noe liaox.. so no use.. hahas.. but someone still got tricked.. whahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109784873533227749?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109784873533227749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109784873533227749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109784873533227749' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109775582783954830</id><published>2004-10-14T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T20:10:27.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okie.. hahas// today wen to plaza sing n watch wimbledon!! quite nice lahx.. oni some ahem ahem parts lo.. okie.. den arhx.. mi pt n priz oso took neoprints. cos im broke.. den priz so kind to pay d most lo.. haix. kaes.. quite fun lah.. den aft tt i wok priz home n wen to her hse dere d playground n sit d swing. aft tt i rode my mike home lo.. hahas.. okie.. buaix.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109775582783954830?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109775582783954830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109775582783954830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109775582783954830' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109771974788090411</id><published>2004-10-14T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T10:09:07.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;okie.. ltr going to meet pt n priz at bishan.. den we'll b watching mayb wimbledon lahx.. duno nice anot.. hahas. but long tym nv c dem liaox.. esp. pt lor.. hmM.. sry hor.. cun pierce my ear today cos firstly.. i hav no $$ n secondly.. i going to pierce w my frens lo.. hahas.. ey..  n im reli broke liaox.. duno whether still got $$ to buy for oli's prez qnot leh.. haix. ytd spent 30 bucks n today left w 20.. so cham man.. haix. den my dad oso din gimme today. shit lahx.. okie.. n lucki today i can do d IAP survey all thx to shil lah.. or else arhx! i'll kill my sis bf.. ytd cum n qiang com w mi.. stupid wan//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109771974788090411?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109771974788090411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109771974788090411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109771974788090411' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109768519343624950</id><published>2004-10-14T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:33:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;okie.. huh? todae's a happi dae so i shall use a happi colour! actually.. is ytd lahx.. 12+ liaox.. todae aft MEP den we played nball.. n i SPRAIN MY ANKLE AGAIN!!! arGh!! stupid.. haix. forget it.. it still hurts nw lehx.. haix. okie.. aft tt we took train n met jy. whahas.. 2nd tym in 2 days jy got slow reaction in alighting at d rong stop lahx.. hahas.. so funny man.. den we were all lyke pushing each other out.. all thx to mi! i 'saved' d day.. okie.. den we went cini n watch /white chicks/ okie.. quite fun n nice.. n it was so heng tt i din lost my hp lor.. cos itx lyke dropped under d seat n lyke 1hr ltr den i notice.. okie.. quite blur sotong lahx.. ey.. den d show tt showing then is 5pm lor.. den got a lot of tym.. so we went heerens n c c look look while shilbe go liaox.. n we took neoprints before tt.. quite nice lah.. n we saw oli dey all in frnt n tt jy is lyke.. okie.. turn arnd.. okie.. den we saw a keychain at 77 street and we gotta go all d way to far east and den wok for 20 min arh!~ den d person oni sae 'oh.. veri fast wan.. 10min oni.. :('   hahas.. okie.. den we so sian.. leg aching.. n dis stupid mengmei make mi go tuition.. oni got 11 pathetic ppl.. wa kaox.. okie.. n here i m!!! okie.. lame.. hahas..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109768519343624950?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109768519343624950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109768519343624950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109768519343624950' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109754884100288106</id><published>2004-10-12T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T10:40:41.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;omg.. i tink i reli flunged cl man.. so damn hard.. shit lah.. n tml's MEP!! i haven even learn! n kelly dis type of guai kia say she haven learn?? faking lahx.. but nvm.. i muz jia you today n tml shall b my freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109754884100288106?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109754884100288106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109754884100288106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109754884100288106' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109746706423398404</id><published>2004-10-11T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T11:57:44.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;heya! hahas.. a wonderful day having SCIENCE TEST!! aiya.. i tink im gonna flung dis exam man.. oh man.. cos i tink i hav lots of  mistakes liao lor.. cos tt stupid phua mengmei keep argueing w mi n say wad got evidence frm her book! stupid.. arGh!  hmM.. .tml is cl.. my hatest subj lor.. n d day aft is MEP! i haven reli study for MEP! so haix. anw.. good luck to all who cum n visit my blog for ur end of year exam lo..          &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hope this will brighten up ur day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109746706423398404?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109746706423398404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109746706423398404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109746706423398404' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109714501341817291</id><published>2004-10-07T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T18:30:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;ey.. hihi! todae's lit was quite okie but nt reli much tym to rite cos i rite finish oni got 10min left.. n din reli check lahx.. hahas.. but i tink i flung my MEP! actualli suppose to b ms sim b examiner wan.. but aft d break den duno y bcum ms lau lah.. shes quite okie n friendly.. at least she got giv comments  lah.. but my comment was lyke.. not much diff in dynamics.. but d keys r reli veri hard lor.. how to hav dynamics? siao.. haix. tml's maths.. jiayou to mi! hope dun hav careless mistakes lo.. tt's always my weakest point.. haix. ey.. tink tt's all.. okie.. buaix.. hav other things to do liaox.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109714501341817291?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109714501341817291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109714501341817291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109714501341817291' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109706041049117920</id><published>2004-10-06T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T19:00:10.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;aiya.. stil got 6 more subj n so sian.. tml';s lit n aiya.. im sure to fail it.. nt reli fail lah.. mayb juz borderline pass? oh no.. n tml oso got MEP  practical exam man.. so scared.. ltr i play rong note den die liaox.. haix.. n itz lyke d examiner''s honna b ms lau or ms sim or ms Ee.. duno whether ms Ee got anot lahx.. but i hope i dun get ms lau.. cos she damn biased lor.. everitym lyke &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sum ppl&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  lor.. especially.. d perfect thingy... although i dun wana b a prefect.. but den she oni choose cl gals lor.. den no malay gals.. so unfair.. shit her lahx.. n itz lyke olways d same ppl?? n kely already told her tt she dun wana b a prefect n lau stil choose her. wa lau.. wateva lah.. enuf abt her!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh yeah..  aft exam can go out n our skool holidays is earlier den pri sch.. so shoik man.. hahas.. n can finally play nball lo.. whahas.. tt's pretty soon man.. but i'l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;l b looking forward to it!!  but hope my exams can all pass w flying colours lah.. today had my cl ppr 1 n it was quite okie lah.. but i tink my compo reli rite quite short.. both compo n ying yong wen i rite 2 full pages.. cos i reli duno wad to rite for compo mah.. din reli go through tt ti mu lor.. cos i tot tt stupid bao zhang bao dao will cum out.. den nv cum out.. wha lau.. hai mi waste my tym reading n learning lor.. stupid de.. arGh! aiyyo.. wateva lah.. wads done is already done.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hmM.. im so happi my maths got 86 n sumting lah.. but forgot liaox.. but im still veri happi although i nt highest lah.. melanie lah... got highest cos she got MC for 1 n d ppr reli quite diff lor.. stupid wan..  nvm.. yap guai jiu guai myself nv work hard enuf lor.. whahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109706041049117920?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109706041049117920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109706041049117920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109706041049117920' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109694319568495843</id><published>2004-10-05T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T10:26:35.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;argh! dis is getting so noisy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;noisy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;noisy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mad de.. haix.. dis is so fun.. is lyke practically d whole class is online worx.. hahas.. cos com lesson mah.. den everione cn use d com.. hahas.. so fun.. n i din c so mani ppl online b4 man.. whahas.. n dose 'guai' ppl oso cum lo.. whaha.. n we all chat man.. more den 20 ppl.. dis is so siao! hahas.. n khoo suddenly cum.. whahas.. buaiz.. recess liaox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109694319568495843?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109694319568495843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109694319568495843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109694319568495843' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109673074046913450</id><published>2004-10-02T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T23:25:40.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okie.. eng exam was ytd.. n i reli gotta thx rw for lending mi her notes lah.. n she's gonna lend mi her cl too! [smiles] okie.. n i noe tt my links got a lot a lot of probs lah.. but i reli duno wadz rong lor.. cn ani1 help mi?? haix. dis's reli getting bored.. todae is sort of studying d whole day lahx.. at least half? n i reli hate studying.. but no choice.. y m i borned in dis world.. full of  stupid things.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh.. n my grandma came todae.. she came w my fav. beef soup.. [yum yum] n i like d fish cake tt she olways fried.. hehes. but i hav no tym to tok to her.. cos need to study mah.. haix. so sad.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hmM.. tml got tuition again.. so sad.. but at least cn get to c all my nice frens dere.. heh heh.. but heard tt teodora is going tml too? [by rw]?? aiya.. she cum den cum lah.. i dun reli noe her bah.. but at least i'll sae hi? lolx.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hmM.. lemmi tink.. aft exam im gonna go crazy!! in fact.. EVERIONE'S gonna go crazy bah.. n we'll probably play pokers [if  can].. lolx.. dis kinda sound fun huh? heh heh.. /.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n tml got d stupid charity show and got no god father show.. hahas.. so tuo1 tuo1 ma1 ma1 can.. haix.. wad to do.. dey wanna delay n delay mah.. but at least better lah.. den aft exam can watch more lo.. whaha.. okie.. dis's getting kinda long.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all d bez for my exams n good nite.. muackx.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109673074046913450?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109673074046913450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109673074046913450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109673074046913450' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109624462040832001</id><published>2004-09-27T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T08:23:40.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hey hey.. nw's cl lesson.. haix. so boring.. hehes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;duno gotta find wad han zi de bian hua.. whaha.. so sianx.. melanie's laughing at mi n complainging abt d damn teacher.. but although she's quite boring.. at least she gives anw' 4 free!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;拜拜！ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109624462040832001?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109624462040832001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109624462040832001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109624462040832001' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109601476701368313</id><published>2004-09-24T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T16:32:47.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hmM.. juz now wen heartland w jy n ate lunch.. say she guai mah.. nt reli lahx.. but we stil wen shop shop n look for oli's prez.. hahas.. i saw mani ppl.. isadora too.. wahaha.. cedar's xam start liaox she stil got tym to laz arnd at dere worx.. n i saw another frm holy high wan.. 4got her name.. shes lyke a butch lor.. arGh.. n jy sae her style not nice or sth lahx.. hahas.. shes gen's 1h fren i tink.. laz tym wan lahx.. her name got hui wan.. all dere frm hips.. most i mean. okie okie.. g2g.. piano lesson....  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109601476701368313?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109601476701368313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109601476701368313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109601476701368313' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109549788525334505</id><published>2004-09-18T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T16:58:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;heEx.. exam cuming liaox lor.. nx fridae.. budden end at 13 oct.. den cn go n plae plae.. hahas.. yipee! todaes d laz dae for band although aft tt need to go bac for practice aft d exams lahx.. but stil better den nothing lor.. hahas.. okie okie.. juz reached home.. and den damn khoo booked mi todae.. for my belt n socks lor.. shit her lahx.. fuck her.. idiotic.. summore my hook spoil den she made mi sew bac man.. lucki i noe a little sewing.. n she made it so tight.. wahah.. dun brethe man.. arGh!! shes such a freak!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  I HATE KHOO!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109549788525334505?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109549788525334505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109549788525334505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109549788525334505' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109524352420171643</id><published>2004-09-15T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T18:18:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;heyhey..  whaha.. long tym nv blog in liao lor.. n 2dae's  cl test is so damn hard lor..  i tink im gonna fail man..  haix. i. m. so. depressed. sh!t lahx.. bleahx..  and end of yr cuming liao lor.. im so scared.. n den hor.. my term 3 progress report is so damn lousy.. is lyke the w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hole world is higher den mi lor.. although im higher den d cohort average.. but is oni 0.2 marks higher lahx..  haix. okie.. nw im so damn broke n stil got huiyi's n oli's bdae prez.. oh man oh man.. shit lahx.. mayb mi n mengmei wil get oli a netball lor.. hahas.. heEx.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Muackx.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;try 2 b bahx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109524352420171643?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109524352420171643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109524352420171643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109524352420171643' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109270892886349530</id><published>2004-08-14T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T10:15:28.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;heyhey.. 2dae got cross country at east coast man.. so fun.. n got d zany parade.. den we din win lahx.. bt nvm.. we stil rox man.. hmM.. den mi mengmei shil n olive wen 2 ride bicycle n rollerblade.. so fun.. bt we wok all way frm dere bac 2 parkway lor.. wa.. leg damn suan sia.. heEx.. okie okie.. erm.. got toopid cl test on wed.. 10 chap summore.. wahaha.. muz jia you liaox.. okie.. g2g now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109270892886349530?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109270892886349530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109270892886349530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270892886349530' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109149968201127338</id><published>2004-08-03T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T10:21:22.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dfsdfsf&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fddfsdfdsdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dsfokie.. now in com studies again bah.. heEx.. and itz so damn boring.. but at least better den nothing lah.. can blog in 4 abt 15mins? okie.. so.. lifes not too gd here.. got geog test tml n science spa test ltr lor.. i veri scared man.. dun wana fail lah.. n 5items 4 nafa dis thurs.. okie.. buaiz.. heEx.. pinkish blog huh? weird.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109149968201127338?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109149968201127338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109149968201127338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109149968201127338' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109128278690814414</id><published>2004-07-31T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T22:06:26.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;wad a failure.. wad a failure.. i cun even do d links properli! arGh!!! wa liew.. spend my precious tym.. haix.. anw, 2dae's ndp preview.. our choir wen 2 dere n perform leh! hahas.. but too bad dey nv put d preview on tv.. so sad.. wasted lahx.. shilbeEe is performing man.. singing.. lalalaa.. hahas.. n dey join w dno wad pri skool lahx.. but sure veri nice de.. heEx.. err.. tink dey wear red skirt and some shirts lahx.. nt sure.. cos 2dae band den got c some of dem wearin mahx.. so.. band was quite* fun 2dae..? hahas.. ms sia was in a gd mood and joke w us a lot lor.. heEx.. gr8 tym dere.. in air-con room sumMore.. and heard wad kit chan n ling jun jie got sing too.. dey duet or sth lahx.. okie.. hahas.. nitex* muackZzz.. w0otz.. ;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109128278690814414?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109128278690814414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109128278690814414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109128278690814414' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-109092517163131587</id><published>2004-07-27T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T18:46:11.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie.. bac 2 skool le.. wa seh.. 1 week nv go skool reali missed a lot of things man.. den now muz lyke tortise liddat, slowli catch up lor.. haix.. so i stay bac n copy all d notes n stuffz lor.. yawnx* aiya.. so scared.. dis thurs 2.4 liao.. die.die.die.die.. ping shi nv train, now sure cun run lah.. even d slowest tortise oso sure run faster den mi de.. aiya.. cham olreadi.. hmM.. nvm.. muz get mengmei 2 run w mi.. heEx.. okiez.. im gonna do 2 cips dis week man.. cos of tt toopid mengmei lah.. wed cun make it.. den i wed going w my band frens.. den she thursdae can nia.. but can go w claire too.. den sae wad go bugis n take neoprints.. dis gal ar.. everytym tink abt taking neoprints oni.. mad person.. hahas.. i juz recovered, den go skool immediateli enjoy enjoy le.. no choice.. at home eat those sickening porridge.. n i d whole week nv go online leh.. so guai ritez? hahas.. okiez okiez.. gotta do other things le.. oh ya.. n i skip my maths test too.. but dey bluff mi.. itz quite easy n 75% of d klaz even get A1 man.. aiya.. so suai.. shld hav gone 2 tke d test man.. n english marks iz terribbbbbllllleeeeeeee! geog too.. haix.. die le.. n now got lit summore.. ask mi how 2 finish leh? dis fridae muz hand in le leh.. den i got lesser tym 2 do.. 2dae den got d ppr.. hmM.. dun care, muz ask teacher 4 extention tym.. heEx.. muahahaha.. hope can lor.. hope.hope.hope.hope.. sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-109092517163131587?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109092517163131587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/109092517163131587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109092517163131587' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108934452170497386</id><published>2004-07-09T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T11:42:01.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now's art lesson bah.. damn sian.. hmM.. thx rw 4 helping in my blog anw.. and tt's reali quite suprising! cos she normally sae.. i m so busy.. hahas.. n tink it'd take veri long tym more 4 mi to chge the template again.. cos hahas..so lame now.. so sian.. duno wad 2 do man.. arGh! lame art.. toopid ms ong.. ytd do until lyke mad den she stil keep saein need more n more n  more developments of composition.. wa liew.. shiet her lah.. ask her go n die~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108934452170497386?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108934452170497386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108934452170497386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108934452170497386' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108915927070194228</id><published>2004-07-07T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T08:14:30.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ArGh! no one told mi tt 2dae got cl test zuo wen! sum more miao xie wen.. im gonna die.. din learn.. n sundae learn de all 4get liao.. haix.. den i oso nvr bring zuo wen bk.. dis tym fail liao lah.. sheit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108915927070194228?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108915927070194228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108915927070194228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108915927070194228' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108883988243812599</id><published>2004-07-03T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T15:31:22.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wei.. tt toopid adobe.. i duno how da hell 2 dl it man.. sickenin.. and yipee!! todae got NO band.. and da sheena sae wad saw sum1 lyke mi outside sch? weird.. i was at home all dae long!! nvm.. mebbe i hav a twin.. lolx. hmM.. tt toopid rw.. stil haven gimme bdae prez.. and wana giv charmaine 1st.. not fair.. and i end up getting da sling bag.. i wan a sch bag.. big enough 2 put my stuffz.. haix.. looks lyke i gotta sav up $$  and BUY MYSELF!! darn it.. and charmaine's gettin da sch shoes? but mebbe that idiot rw bluff mi de.. shiet her.. oopz! nvm.. who cares.. if she c.. den at da most get scolded frm her lo.. NO big deal.. whaha.. and now itz so boring.. i h8 piano lessons.. ytd got one big scolding for doing 'rubbish' 4 my theory again.. haix.. da damn piano teacher keep saein.. and saein n saein non-stop! den i'll juz keep quiet n hear n hear n hear lo.. sianx.. sum1 cum tok 2 mi! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108883988243812599?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108883988243812599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108883988243812599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108883988243812599' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108867550070968076</id><published>2004-07-01T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T17:51:40.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya.. ppl out dere? itz so damn boring! and adobe iz taking so damn long to dl!! oh man.. and i've been seeing wayne on d bus and hes lyke.. so blur?!?! aiya.. cun help it.. he cun even recognise xuanhan lo.. diao~~!! arGh!! i h8 dis life.. especialli weekends.. got so mani tuitions n piano lesson man.. darn it! and nowadays muz concentrate on mua's studies.. not as talented as u guys lah.. nvr study oso can pass ur xams wif flying colours.. mi leh? studying lyke mad den oni wil juz pass nia.. haix.. i m such failure sia?/?/?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108867550070968076?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108867550070968076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108867550070968076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108867550070968076' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108840105813131046</id><published>2004-06-28T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T13:37:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya.. so long nvr cum liao.. aiyo.. i've been saein tis everitym huh? hahas.. hmM.. i tink itz such a small world tt rw noes charmaine(her fren) in cedar.. and tt charmaine is shilbe's fren lo.. hahs.. reali small world.. okie.. and tink itz mayb fated lo.. err.. okie.. i m in art lesson now n ms ong iz so boring!! aRgH!! i m gonna b bored to death.. y she nvr resign? she iz SUPPOSE to b retired now!! and she so sicko.. first dae of sch got her lesson le.. so sian man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108840105813131046?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108840105813131046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108840105813131046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108840105813131046' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108808875336814753</id><published>2004-06-24T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T22:52:33.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya.. so long nvr rite too.. hmM.. in tis mth, priz, pt and rw's bdae going over le.. hahas.. 6 more daes sia.. err.. den holidae oso going over le.. haix.. miss the holidaes n slackin at home bah.. aiya.. now nothin happen.. so i oso dno wad to rite.. oh ya.. i wen to getylang east lib to do CIP lo.. so sian.. do 4 2hrs ++ den so sian liao.. i still need to do 4 more hrs lo.. haix.. den  muz go dere nia.. cun go else where.. all else i can go 2 cheng san lib liaox.. den gotta go all d way dere.. so sian.. idiotic lah.. tink i rather go to elderli home or children's home 2 hlp out mah.. so idiotic.. den the books so damn dusty.. i h8 it man.. nvr gonna go again.. but bo bian.. itz a MUZ!! arGH.. haix.. haix.. haix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108808875336814753?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108808875336814753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108808875336814753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108808875336814753' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108677587474894739</id><published>2004-06-09T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T18:11:14.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>err..so, another long day have past and guess wad? haha.. that rw went to pierce her ears on monday and did not cry man.. that was.. wow! such a 'miracle'. haha, anw, me huiyi peirong and her went to heartland and took neoprints.. heartland mall changed a lot man.. especially the 2nd level.. and the popular moved to there too.. but itz damn small lah.. so cramped up.. haix.. the world is changing, so is rw, she's gettin more n more studious man.. everydae sae wad dun slack here dun slack there.. aiyo.. nan de.. err..den mi bcum so lazy n everydae slackin..haha nvm.. i'm lyke tt anw.. so good luck to mi and muz not slack animore le.. haix..    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        /|\/|\/|\       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehes.. muz go bethe le.. showering tap open.. splash! wHee~~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108677587474894739?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108677587474894739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108677587474894739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108677587474894739' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108667292142193688</id><published>2004-06-08T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T13:35:21.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.. the laz time i posted was like so long ago lor.. aiyo.. life's gettin more n more boring.. haah,, but fear not.. there's still lots of stuffz to do and more nice things to check out.. so, dun tink u are useless! everybody hav good points, but mayb the time iz not ripe yet, so u still hav to make it go on and on until someone finds u.. happi living on man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108667292142193688?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108667292142193688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108667292142193688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108667292142193688' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108597317480607716</id><published>2004-05-31T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T11:12:54.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaw.. feel terrible.. so sick.. hav fever, diarrhoea and vomited.. someone, help me! arG! but still hope i can go holiday! haix.. so sian.. y everytime when holiday come den i will b sick?!?!?! [!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108597317480607716?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108597317480607716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108597317480607716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108597317480607716' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108574550315180313</id><published>2004-05-28T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T19:58:23.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>err.. the holidaes are here! woo hoo.. and i m gonna go australia- bali! hmM.. for the 2nd time, but the first time is when i was so young, so 4got everything liao.. oh man.. err.. so, wad will my results b? cos getting results nxt week mah.. haha.. =) tink very lousy one lah.. i failed MEP leh.. pull down everything, haix.. sad.. first time i fail a sub man.. ?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108574550315180313?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108574550315180313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108574550315180313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108574550315180313' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108530743846356051</id><published>2004-05-23T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T18:17:18.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmM.. did quite badly for mi term 2! die liao lah.. sureli get killed one.. maths onli get A2. so disappointed.. haix.. so much things to do man.. my brain is gonna go bonkers.. but luckily e holidays r here.. but still got band! arG! and at last i can hold 16 counts.. but qiyan(flute senior) wan mi to hold 18 counts by 2 weeks later man.. die liao.. hmM.. nxt week she going OBS, so good luck to her lor.. haha.. go and song si ba! aiyo.. dun so evil lah.. muahahaha.. err.. band 2 times a week leh.. sian lah.. but at least i can get to see my 'old'frens.. lol.. go watch movie, shop shop, talk talk and take neoprints! woo hoo.. olay olay.. oh yah.. and itz megmei's bdae nxt friday huh? haha.. den she'll b old liao.. anw, happi bdae to u, mengmei.. and happi bdae to priz whoz bdae's on 14 june.. long later lah.. abt 3 weeks? dno.. okie.. gotta do mi work liaox.. buaiz.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108530743846356051?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108530743846356051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108530743846356051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108530743846356051' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108493013335206247</id><published>2004-05-19T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T09:28:53.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. now's HISTORy lesson man.. sian.. juz droppin by 4 FUN! arG.. boringgggg.. i noe u all c my blog very boring lah.. everything also so sian.. and y no one flood my chatter box? i oso dun noe how to link.. haiz.. so dumb.. zhen shi bai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108493013335206247?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108493013335206247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108493013335206247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108493013335206247' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108488048312053625</id><published>2004-05-18T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T19:41:23.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>err..long time nvr post liao lah.. so, blogger change somethings liao.. and itz better lah.. wa.. so sian man.. i almost flung my maths! arG! gonna die.. and my higher cl get C6! dead liao.. hope term 2 report slip dun come bac so soon.. let mi 'live' 4 another few weeks lah.. hehes..err.. to all 6A ppl (2003), muz go gathering in june holidaes hor! miss ya a lot man..luv ya 4eva.. u guys were the bez~ muackz.. sry.. haven brush teeth, dun mind? haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108488048312053625?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108488048312053625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108488048312053625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108488048312053625' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108372878585343405</id><published>2004-05-05T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T11:50:50.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi.. bac again.. the teacher dno gone where, so juz slackin lor.. haiz.. very sian sia.. :P  okie.. glad that liqin found our clas fund, some kind souls found like from 1/7 the sandy khoo shishi.. haha.. hmM.. |l|l|l|l|l|l|l|l|l| haha.. erm erm.. nvm.. now is like free time lehz.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108372878585343405?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108372878585343405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108372878585343405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108372878585343405' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108372777783357017</id><published>2004-05-05T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T11:34:02.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi.. my bdae over liao.. i am 13!! older than rw.. haha.. :P erm.. okie.. haha.. now in school during com studies.. okie.. shall not talk animoe.. bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108372777783357017?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108372777783357017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108372777783357017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108372777783357017' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648207.post-108289087992173962</id><published>2004-04-25T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T19:05:31.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ermz.. miss flora and amanda, how did u all noe abt this webbY? i nvr tell u all lor.. but this class is not really nice and HISTORY SUX!! aiyo.. amanda, i duno wadz ur blog, so cun tag.. keke.. hmM.. i juz hope i get at least a b3 4 science and b4 for history.. hope my history dun fail can liao.. and HISTORY SUX!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648207-108289087992173962?l=misswateva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108289087992173962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648207/posts/default/108289087992173962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misswateva.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108289087992173962' title=''/><author><name>tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13029945005907165761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
