<?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-6589848</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:26:48.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignoramus</title><subtitle type='html'>see if i could care less</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>362</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589848.post-115512879279683832</id><published>2006-08-09T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:17:47.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&amp; when we dance it's a tragic delight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks right now.&lt;br /&gt;i will not forget how the cat ate muah chee.&lt;br /&gt;fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;just watched a little of NDP. it really does evoke some sort of patriotic feeling.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! &lt;strong&gt;nic's&lt;/strong&gt; there. exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;pulling my hairs out over my testimonal NOW. i cant seem to get past Chloe is..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how thick skinned i can get but oh hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teresa's&lt;/strong&gt; supposedly helpful to her peers.&lt;br /&gt;giggles. &lt;br /&gt;ive just read &lt;em&gt;number the stars&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;the historian &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;interview with a vampire&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;interesting ah.&lt;br /&gt;im found &lt;em&gt;freakonomics&lt;/em&gt; and i heard tht it's preetttyyy good so im gonna get down to tht later :)&lt;br /&gt;take me somewhere where i can live baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-115512879279683832?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115512879279683832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115512879279683832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-we-dance-its-tragic-delight-life.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-115392224258885233</id><published>2006-07-26T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:14:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;do you wanna be my fjortisboy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days have been really hectic tho it's not like im getting my ass down to do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;it's just overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;prelim oral sucked cos i tried to say &lt;em&gt;"pass everyday"&lt;/em&gt; but i kept saying &lt;em&gt;"pash"&lt;/em&gt;, then i went back to say it again.&lt;br /&gt;still &lt;em&gt;"pash"&lt;/em&gt; came out.&lt;br /&gt;third time lucky, passsssssss.&lt;br /&gt;yes, thank you finally!&lt;br /&gt;but im banking on mrwong saying very good to me at the end of everything.&lt;br /&gt;i want an A so desparately :/&lt;br /&gt;studying with &lt;strong&gt;nic tab &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;toto &lt;/strong&gt;todayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;i came out of it all unscath but still, a big headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toto &lt;/strong&gt;discriminated me for using a normal 2B pencil. &lt;br /&gt;so what if i dont use mechanical pencil?&lt;br /&gt;so whattt?&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;we talked about how if murder wasnt a sin or a crime toto would end up being murdered first cos i would be the first to get down to tht.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; everyone agreed! i mean to kill toto first.&lt;br /&gt;hilarious shit.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow the macs partayyyeee on sunday was so funnneeehh.&lt;br /&gt;mr barney toh was so scrawny and i didnt even dare to take photos with it.&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;im still waiting for photos yo&lt;br /&gt;but ooh, let's talk about &lt;strong&gt;johnny depp&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(i finally caught pirates on sunday with &lt;strong&gt;tab abi loo&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;he's so hot ya but that reminds of the horrible angmoh kids throwing cheese popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;gimme a break!&lt;br /&gt;im dying to catch the next episode for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8th &amp; ocean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;britt's reallllyyyy preeetttyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;and i really want top catch &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the oc 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but i'll be dead tired by then.&lt;br /&gt;oh well! so many things to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;watch tveee i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-115392224258885233?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115392224258885233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115392224258885233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-you-wanna-be-my-fjortisboy-these.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-115331824397399482</id><published>2006-07-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:10:44.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Black Fingernails, red wine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear out &lt;strong&gt;http://rbmaradio.com&lt;/strong&gt; yo&lt;br /&gt;ive stickers if you want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wigs!&lt;/strong&gt; ive's sent it to your mail. i put in my heart and soul into it and i spent more than 1 hour completing it yo, dont be disappointed (: I TRIED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-115331824397399482?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115331824397399482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115331824397399482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/black-fingernails-red-wine-hear-out.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-115253735616755578</id><published>2006-07-10T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:59:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair&lt;br /&gt;I was born too late to a world that doesn't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoh!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow ive been blog hopping (who cares for math and ss) and ive decided that my life has not a single ounce of thrills and chills.&lt;br /&gt;shuckadoos!&lt;br /&gt;do not tell me to &lt;em&gt;do everyone a favor and kill myself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in at least 5 yrs time imma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; join a mud wrestling contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; parachuting/bungee jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; pet a reindeer (yeah yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; join some kind of hill tribe ( oh hell! i know nic has done that already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; grab a microphone from a speaker on stage and sing aloud &lt;em&gt;bad day &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;daniel powter&lt;/em&gt; ( nic knows that it's a fantasy i have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; learn to swim ( god, like seriously how pathetic i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting! interesting!&lt;br /&gt;on saturday i found out that god still loves me even though that morning i did the most horriblest thing ever and said to myself," im going to hell for this".&lt;br /&gt;freakkky freakky. and only today i decided that, in the most direct way, im being sucha bitch to god.&lt;br /&gt;but ive no idea what im going to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;don't laugh ahhhh, but that really got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel horribly guilty of not being at home studying and heading out for the past 3 days. at least i attempted on sunday but all i managed were a few math questions. &lt;strong&gt;toto&lt;/strong&gt; pmsing was not helping too. toto's sucha dumbkid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like some fucking emo kid now, spouting all sorts of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED JOHNNY DEPP AH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-115253735616755578?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115253735616755578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115253735616755578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wish-i-was-punk-rocker-with-flowers.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-115175615732185498</id><published>2006-07-01T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:15:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;creed, ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided im so sick of talking about everything.&lt;br /&gt;so pls stop talking about dumb and useless things.&lt;br /&gt;it wouldnt make sense to some but oh hell, you make me sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-115175615732185498?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115175615732185498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115175615732185498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/creed-ok-ive-decided-im-so-sick-of.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-115089616102500154</id><published>2006-06-21T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:22:41.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;everything old is you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awessssommmmeeee.&lt;br /&gt;my sis bought two tiny hamsters which believe it or not are the size of a fifty cent coin.&lt;br /&gt;they've alrdy started to bite me so greatttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's muahchee and chestnut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/CIMG2950.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/200/CIMG2950.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/CIMG2948.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/200/CIMG2948.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-115089616102500154?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115089616102500154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115089616102500154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/everything-old-is-you-again.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-115062019989573424</id><published>2006-06-18T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T16:43:19.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Diamonds are a girl's best friend - but is a best friend that elusive? That hard to get? Your best friend should always be there. in the good times and bad. Your best friend should make everything feel good, special, like eveything's ok. And you'll feel like that the moment chocolate and honeycomb hit your tastebuds. And you can feel like that again whenever you want. meet your new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nestle's Heaven honeycomb&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOODDDDDNEEEEESSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-115062019989573424?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115062019989573424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115062019989573424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/diamonds-are-girls-best-friend-but-is.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-115020503475434528</id><published>2006-06-13T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:25:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"girls with asses like mine do not go out with boys with faces like yours"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;cracks me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-115020503475434528?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115020503475434528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/115020503475434528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/girls-with-asses-like-mine-do-not-go.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114986056968078233</id><published>2006-06-09T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:42:49.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;summer nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i see another post on adam khoo's talk i dont know what i'll do but it wont be pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt say it's totally like unproductive but i dont think it's useful AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time during the talk i spend reading my book &lt;em&gt;life of pi &lt;/em&gt;which was bloody hell good and listen to my ipod or rotting at &lt;strong&gt;toto&lt;/strong&gt;'s house watching shows like &lt;em&gt;singapore idol&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;so you think you can dance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i think some of the experiences were exaggerated so im like totally impassive or unpassionate or whatever you may call it.&lt;br /&gt;inner peace &lt;strong&gt;wiggy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114986056968078233?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114986056968078233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114986056968078233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-nights-if-i-see-another-post-on.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114926588394465231</id><published>2006-06-03T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T00:31:23.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;grease lighting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday kell&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;mm! today was fun with the exception of sch&lt;br /&gt;it feels like the hols and without me having to worry abt anything&lt;br /&gt;bummed ard at loo's place with the girls watching dvds&lt;br /&gt;headed to town to meet my hot friends after that.&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;and after everything i somehow ended up at chomps and i SOMEHOW encountered a not so nice experience.&lt;br /&gt;long day tmrw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114926588394465231?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114926588394465231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114926588394465231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/grease-lighting-happy-birthday-kell-mm.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114870024304222956</id><published>2006-05-27T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:14:01.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hello you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so awesomely guilty.&lt;br /&gt;2 days to o's&lt;br /&gt;but yet i headed out yest to watch xmen and i came back at 11+&lt;br /&gt;and then i slept.&lt;br /&gt;GREEAAATTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;and im going for chem tuition later.&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"like omg. you're like the most disgusting thing ever, fucker"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the sudden urge to quote that after the most horrible thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand have ANOTHER sudden urge to cut my hair, as in cut cut.&lt;br /&gt;but i know ya'll wont have the heart to hear me complain.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114870024304222956?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114870024304222956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114870024304222956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-you-omg-omg-omg-im-feeling-so.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114821893907734676</id><published>2006-05-21T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:42:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;angels and airwaves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive absolutely havent done anything productive today and feeling horribly guilty.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my hair.&lt;br /&gt;up at 0755h and getting home past midnight wasnt exactly what i had in mind but i had fun fun fun yest&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna have the same last dream again &lt;br /&gt;The one where I wake up and I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;Just as the four walls close me within &lt;br /&gt;My eyes are open up with pure sunlight &lt;br /&gt;I'm the first to know &lt;br /&gt;My dearest friends &lt;br /&gt;Even if your hope has burned with time &lt;br /&gt;Anything that is dead shall be re-grown &lt;br /&gt;And your vicious pain, your warning sign &lt;br /&gt;You will be fine &lt;br /&gt;Hey oh here I am &lt;br /&gt;And here we go &lt;br /&gt;Life's waiting to begin &lt;br /&gt;Any type of love it will be shown &lt;br /&gt;Like every single tree reach for the sky &lt;br /&gt;if you're gonna fall &lt;br /&gt;i'll let you know &lt;br /&gt;that i will pick you up &lt;br /&gt;like you for i &lt;br /&gt;i felt this thing &lt;br /&gt;i can't replace &lt;br /&gt;when everyone was working for this goal &lt;br /&gt;where all the children left without a trace &lt;br /&gt;only to come back as pure as gold &lt;br /&gt;to recite this all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114821893907734676?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114821893907734676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114821893907734676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/05/angels-and-airwaves-ive-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114758835012791288</id><published>2006-05-14T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:34:23.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;loosen up my buttons baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate so much roti prata earlier on, i feel so horrible now.&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW! NO TANN!&lt;br /&gt;it was raining like mad when &lt;strong&gt;tab&lt;/strong&gt; and i reached. tan gave the sun 1/2 hour to come up so we headed to &lt;strong&gt;underwater world&lt;/strong&gt; first. PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;heeeheee (: like finally.&lt;br /&gt;it finally stopped raining but the sun never came out.&lt;br /&gt;tab and i were so CRUSHED! but we've alrdy made plans for our next ahem.. adventure.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. decided to go for tuiton after all.&lt;br /&gt;when to eat dinner with mum and blanche after it at thai express.&lt;br /&gt;the luxuries of having my mum around is that she bought SO MUCH FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;i almost collasped while eating.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAYYY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/www.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/200/www.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feeling for seafood!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/qqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/200/qqq.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha! tab's amazed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/CIMG2926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/200/CIMG2926.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114758835012791288?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114758835012791288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114758835012791288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/05/loosen-up-my-buttons-baby-i-ate-so.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114675056355455999</id><published>2006-05-04T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:49:23.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the hardest part is letting go &amp; not taking part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it that hard to get you to hear me out?&lt;br /&gt;mmm...&lt;br /&gt;it feels like holidays!&lt;br /&gt;salty isnt online now.&lt;br /&gt;IM BORED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;RED KRYPTONITE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys know you rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheerleaders &amp; comm&lt;/strong&gt;: thanks for all the hard work you guys have put in this year. it's a pity but i'll be back next yr to drill the shit out of y'all! i love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;red house's gonna get it all back next year! you guys did great!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow sports day's atmosphere was goody good. even tho it was pouring red house shouted like mad and i swear my jaw got twisted.&lt;br /&gt;the whole comm and cheerleaders headed to louisa's house after and ordered 12 pizzas, 30 chicken wing etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lisa&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;bong&lt;/strong&gt; entertained us with their funky dance moves too.&lt;br /&gt;it was damnit hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; not forgetting my long long LONG walk with &lt;strong&gt;meowmeow&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;chompchomp&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;trout&lt;/strong&gt;( i think that's what kitty calls it).&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joan &lt;/strong&gt;came back too! happy belated asshole! i still miss you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;jae's sis found my wallet toooo! without the cash and ez link.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, call me horrible but i hope the person who was dumb enough to steal my stuff falls down the stairs. break a leg man.&lt;br /&gt;headed to siggy's place after tuition yest.&lt;br /&gt;she taught me some songs that i could play on the guitar.yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;out with the girls tmrw!! &lt;br /&gt;mm prelims and napfa's coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114639730946656884?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114639730946656884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114639730946656884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/red-kryptonite-you-guys-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114518249057081612</id><published>2006-04-16T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:15:40.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;cigarette lighter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are funnn.&lt;br /&gt;i wish there wasnt school tmrw and i wouldnt have to do anything productive for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. meeting &lt;strong&gt;sammie&lt;/strong&gt; later on i think.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda raining now im im feeling awesomely sluggish.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow out with the girls yesterday to catch hollaback!&lt;br /&gt;THE CLICK FIVE TOTALLY ROCKED THE HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tab&lt;/strong&gt; and i were like screaming at each other.&lt;br /&gt;SO EXCITING.&lt;br /&gt;our school did greattt!&lt;br /&gt;went to esplanade with &lt;strong&gt;sam &lt;/strong&gt;after everything.&lt;br /&gt;took some crazy photos at some ulu places but i had a great time with salty.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and!! on friday i learnt how to deal with embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;hah. and i got something out of it.&lt;br /&gt;hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;sports day's coming upp! :))))&lt;br /&gt;BUT NAPFA'S on tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;oh god pls let me pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114518249057081612?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114518249057081612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114518249057081612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/cigarette-lighter-holidays-are-funnn.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114447895780439152</id><published>2006-04-08T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:49:17.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;deepest condolences&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somtimes i feel zhuang is considerably misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;everyone finds her rather irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i know cos that includes me.&lt;br /&gt;aww shucks. but she's really caring!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;to the concourse yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;heard &lt;em&gt;end of the road &lt;/em&gt;playing over the system.&lt;br /&gt;yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;heading out soon!&lt;br /&gt;i miss you &lt;strong&gt;joan&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sorry i couldnt make it today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114447895780439152?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114447895780439152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114447895780439152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/deepest-condolences-somtimes-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114422416169988172</id><published>2006-04-05T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:04:53.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Angels sing of the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;when i was sleeping the house phone kept ringing.&lt;br /&gt;of cos i picked it up&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought it was my grandmother and she was like asking," what are you doing"&lt;br /&gt;i was freaking groggy and my head being so messed up at tht point i said," studying"&lt;br /&gt;and then my "grandmother" was like," HUH! why are you studying? why didnt you come to sch?"&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS &lt;strong&gt;ZHUANG&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;someone just kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;she asked me shitloads of ques of tht and said she'll call my mum who was supposedly not at home at tht time when i knew she was downstairs watching tvee.&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, im gonna meet the girls for tuition later.&lt;br /&gt;pictures on the day of hollaback semis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/IMG_3355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/200/IMG_3355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/IMG_3337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/200/IMG_3337.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114422416169988172?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114422416169988172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114422416169988172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/angels-sing-of-end.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114398703960300975</id><published>2006-04-02T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:10:40.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;they will see us waving from such great heights&lt;br /&gt;"come down now" they'll say&lt;br /&gt;but everything looks perfect from far away&lt;br /&gt;"come down now" but we'll stay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh! im just done with my speech. &lt;br /&gt;LIKE FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow at &lt;strong&gt;louisa's &lt;/strong&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;mmm, i thought it went pretty smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;yay :))&lt;br /&gt;went for hollaback semis yest with &lt;strong&gt;teresa&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;nicole&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;tab&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;weilin&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;vict&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;na&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ate at nooch, omg, just feed me red ruby now pls.&lt;br /&gt;like usual we took loads of snapshots which im waiting for somebody to send to me.&lt;br /&gt;st nicks did great! we got 3rd for semis.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for finals cos it's gonna be great yea.&lt;br /&gt;went over to teresa's after the wanting to sit on viking and walking through the pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;nic teresa and i caught wolf creek.&lt;br /&gt;screaming and shouting were of cos heard.&lt;br /&gt;nic left with half on hour left on the show.&lt;br /&gt;teresa and i walkedher out and then RAN ALL THE WAY BACK.&lt;br /&gt;teresa chong was simply tht excited.&lt;br /&gt;gruesome gruesome :/&lt;br /&gt;sam and i are playing scissors paper stone online.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FUCKING HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114398703960300975?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114398703960300975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114398703960300975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/they-will-see-us-waving-from-such.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114353467398476531</id><published>2006-03-28T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:31:13.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i remember when &lt;br /&gt;you came with me that night&lt;br /&gt;we said forever&lt;br /&gt;that you would never let me go&lt;br /&gt;but here i am again&lt;br /&gt;with nothing left inside&lt;br /&gt;no i dont wanna&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta&lt;br /&gt;let u go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114353467398476531?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114353467398476531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114353467398476531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-remember-when-you-came-with-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114335718775064713</id><published>2006-03-26T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T15:13:07.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I gotta testify, &lt;br /&gt;Come up in the spot looking extra fly &lt;br /&gt;For the day I die, &lt;br /&gt;I'mma touch the sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why but im listening to songs by steppenwolf, blondie and sam just sent me orange colored sky.&lt;br /&gt;im turning so retro :/&lt;br /&gt;and nicole simply insists in sappy songs which makes everyone so emo.&lt;br /&gt;what's happening dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114335718775064713?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114335718775064713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114335718775064713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-gotta-testify-come-up-in-spot.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114295398703228581</id><published>2006-03-21T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:13:07.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;everybody wants to rule the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math club today for the 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;miss quek is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;hahah! :))&lt;br /&gt;waited like forever for missqueenoftheuniverse to be done with her cca.&lt;br /&gt;so the happy 3 of us finally satisfied our craving for pao pao cha!&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;em&gt;the blair witch project &lt;/em&gt;at teresa's after that.&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt scary but it was so freaky!&lt;br /&gt;thank god for dreamcatchers :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114295398703228581?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114295398703228581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114295398703228581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/03/everybody-wants-to-rule-world-math.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114260262444266141</id><published>2006-03-17T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:37:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'll be stuck fixated on one star&lt;br /&gt;When the world is crashing down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sleep.&lt;br /&gt;barely got any last night.&lt;br /&gt;but at least im having fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;if i die tmrw i seriously wouldnt want to spend my last day studying.&lt;br /&gt;but then again if i dont get down to studying soon i'll probably die still anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;siggy wiggy's making vegetable soup &lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;i left all my compres at teresa's.&lt;br /&gt;pwah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114260262444266141?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114260262444266141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114260262444266141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/03/ill-be-stuck-fixated-on-one-star-when.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114223398945485755</id><published>2006-03-13T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:13:09.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;smells like funk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/CIMG2631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/320/CIMG2631.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/CIMG2639.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/320/CIMG2639.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has beeen fun recently but i think it could get so much worse once the hols end.&lt;br /&gt;fieta was a blast but it was so exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;headed out with sammie after!&lt;br /&gt;teeehee.&lt;br /&gt;it was hen hao xiao.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet her today but i have no idea where she died to.&lt;br /&gt;busy weeek.&lt;br /&gt;heading out now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114223398945485755?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114223398945485755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114223398945485755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/03/smells-like-funk-school-has-beeen-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114149125162319035</id><published>2006-03-05T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:54:11.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;four words to choke upon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl's surprise was BLASST! :)&lt;br /&gt;headed out with &lt;strong&gt;kell&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;amanda&lt;/strong&gt; after tuition today and met &lt;strong&gt;smelly sam &lt;/strong&gt;after!&lt;br /&gt;hohoooo. sam's a very funnnehh girl.&lt;br /&gt;caught a french film, &lt;em&gt;to be and to have&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HA! wtf. &lt;br /&gt;i swear it was a documentary on some kidnergarden teacher's life.&lt;br /&gt;but it was a LITTLE touching but too BORRRINGGG.&lt;br /&gt;heeehaaa. we were total fools along orchard road until a whole bunch of crap came falling on me.&lt;br /&gt;LITERALLY.&lt;br /&gt;that really spoilt my mood.&lt;br /&gt;home at 12+.&lt;br /&gt;IM SO FUCKEN-NA-NA tired.&lt;br /&gt;ipod's down now.&lt;br /&gt;GRAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114149125162319035?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114149125162319035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114149125162319035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/03/four-words-to-choke-upon-cheryls.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114129453957165829</id><published>2006-03-02T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:15:39.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;dude, you're like fucking hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORT MINOR CONCERT WAS COOOOOOOOLLLLLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIKE SHINODA&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;RYU&lt;/strong&gt; ARE HOTSTUFF!&lt;br /&gt;so hot.&lt;br /&gt;i managed to get ryu's and victor's (some hot guy doing vocals) AUTOGRAPH!&lt;br /&gt;:))))))&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114129453957165829?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114129453957165829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114129453957165829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/03/dude-youre-like-fucking-hot-fort-minor.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114060788877449399</id><published>2006-02-22T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:31:28.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;looked what happened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw nun from the convent honk at this old lady who was like 80+ crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;OH THE HORROR.&lt;br /&gt;she's so mean.&lt;br /&gt;so much for being a nun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114060788877449399?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114060788877449399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114060788877449399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/02/looked-what-happened-i-saw-nun-from.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-114043722507379991</id><published>2006-02-20T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:08:00.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She believes in everything&lt;br /&gt;And everyone and you and yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;I waited for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;For you to come and blow me out my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should just go ahead my burn my lucky red underwear.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;anyhows &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday ginger&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to my stinky juniors for attempting to make me fat.&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;siggy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;teresa&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;cheryl&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;:))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i should have never expected anything from you in the first place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-114043722507379991?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114043722507379991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/114043722507379991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/02/she-believes-in-everything-and.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113974603795304831</id><published>2006-02-12T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:07:18.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;cosy in the rocket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could be at the &lt;strong&gt;torino olympic games&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;ive spend almost the entire day watching it.&lt;br /&gt;it's all wishful thinking on my part i guess.&lt;br /&gt;school tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;how AWFULLY BORING.&lt;br /&gt;worse still, there's training :/&lt;br /&gt;im waiting for anybody to come online to send me the photos.&lt;br /&gt;eileen! i forgot your email add agaaainnn.&lt;br /&gt;back to alphine speed skiing :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113974603795304831?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113974603795304831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113974603795304831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/02/cosy-in-rocket-i-wish-i-could-be-at.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113915270675170944</id><published>2006-02-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T23:18:29.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Out of the house&lt;br /&gt;She grabs the keys&lt;br /&gt;Runs for the hills &lt;br /&gt;And doesn't leave a letter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chingay yesterday with my fellow friends.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was pretty exciting! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;caught i not stupid too before.&lt;br /&gt;and when i turned to look, everyone was crying! &lt;br /&gt;that is except for me.&lt;br /&gt;but the show was ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;everything's been so fuckening it's just revolting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113915270675170944?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113915270675170944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113915270675170944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/02/out-of-house-she-grabs-keys-runs-for.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113880381650581204</id><published>2006-02-01T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:23:36.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you've made us conscious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ear hole is infected like nobody's business and the tip of my tongue is like split.&lt;br /&gt;i still do not like schooooll.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way zhuang touches ME.&lt;br /&gt;OH YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;hokay.&lt;br /&gt;i finally found out what nabei means.&lt;br /&gt;kell teaches me really bad things.&lt;br /&gt;teehee (:&lt;br /&gt;fun stuff recently!&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to do my homework today.&lt;br /&gt;oh no oh no.&lt;br /&gt;but i only did one question of math.&lt;br /&gt;GRREAAAT.&lt;br /&gt;no sweat.&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;i missed &lt;strong&gt;LAGUNA BEACH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;top model soon!&lt;br /&gt;ha! i caught &lt;strong&gt;wildboyz&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. OMGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;i will can never get enough of that show.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FUNNNEEHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where has everyone gone to you maggot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113880381650581204?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113880381650581204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113880381650581204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/02/youve-made-us-conscious-my-ear-hole-is.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113859834724410927</id><published>2006-01-30T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:19:07.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have, I have you &lt;br /&gt;Breathing down my neck, breathing down my neck&lt;br /&gt;I don't, don't know&lt;br /&gt;What you could possibly expect under this condition&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wait, I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;For the ambulance to come, ambulance to come&lt;br /&gt;Pick us up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;What did you possibly expect under this condition&lt;br /&gt;So slow down.. this night's a &lt;br /&gt;Perfect shade of dark blue, dark blue&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been alone &lt;br /&gt;In a crowded room when I'm here with you&lt;br /&gt;I said the world could be burning down&lt;br /&gt;Dark blue, Dark blue&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been alone in a crowded room &lt;br /&gt;Well I'm here with you&lt;br /&gt;I said the world could be burning &lt;br /&gt;'Til there's nothing but dark blue..&lt;br /&gt;Just dark blue&lt;br /&gt;This flood is slowly rising up swallowing the ground&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my feet, &lt;br /&gt;Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition so&lt;br /&gt;I'll swim as the water rises up, &lt;br /&gt;The sun is sinking down&lt;br /&gt;And now all I can see are the planets in a row&lt;br /&gt;Suggesting it's best that I slow down&lt;br /&gt;This night's a perfect shade of&lt;br /&gt;Dark blue, Dark blue&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been alone in a crowded room &lt;br /&gt;When I'm here with you&lt;br /&gt;I said the world could be burning down&lt;br /&gt;Dark blue, dark blue&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been alone in a crowded room &lt;br /&gt;Well I'm here with you&lt;br /&gt;I said the world could be burning dark blue&lt;br /&gt;We were boxing&lt;br /&gt;We were boxing the stars&lt;br /&gt;We were boxing&lt;br /&gt;You were swinging for Mars&lt;br /&gt;And then the water reached the West Coast&lt;br /&gt;And took the power lines &lt;br /&gt;And it was me and you&lt;br /&gt;And the whole town under water&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing we could do&lt;br /&gt;It was dark blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113859834724410927?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113859834724410927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113859834724410927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-i-have-you-breathing-down-my.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113782183402793368</id><published>2006-01-21T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:43:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;your lies still give me the heartache to continue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a horrible tummyache now!&lt;br /&gt;think i'll be heading out with &lt;strong&gt;siggy&lt;/strong&gt; later once she's done with work.&lt;br /&gt;shopping yay!&lt;br /&gt;didnt do much for trng yesterday since it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;but it was really kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;teehee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly this  sec one girl came up to me and went....&lt;br /&gt;girl: are you from st johns?&lt;br /&gt;me: (wearing my sport shoes and carry and shoe bag looking all sporty and stuff) erm.. no.&lt;br /&gt;girl: oh. then do you know where's st johns' having their cca?&lt;br /&gt;me: erm. like some where around there -points-&lt;br /&gt;girl: oh okay. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;like 20mins later the exact same girl came into the dnt room where i was talking to mrng and asked me AGAIN if i knew where the st johns pple were.&lt;br /&gt;HHHUUUHHHH??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i was lunching with &lt;strong&gt;eng&lt;/strong&gt; after trng, a girl who i think is my sec 1 junior came up to me...&lt;br /&gt;jr: is this your neoprint?&lt;br /&gt;me: huh! im not even in it!&lt;br /&gt;HHHUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH?????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;what's with the sec ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed over to &lt;strong&gt;teresa's&lt;/strong&gt; after everything.&lt;br /&gt;i love her dogs!&lt;br /&gt;a few of us were supposed to have supper but everyone seemed to be too lazy in the end.&lt;br /&gt;walked around with chingchanchong at some little maket near her place then i headed for town.&lt;br /&gt;i got my eyeliner for 16 bucks :)&lt;br /&gt;cheer has almost started.&lt;br /&gt;shuckadoos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113782183402793368?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113782183402793368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113782183402793368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-lies-still-give-me-heartache-to.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113759105775831734</id><published>2006-01-18T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:30:57.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&amp; I'm losing hope, give me one reason not to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been out for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;school's like the usual.&lt;br /&gt;funny stuff happens every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;but obviously it's still borrringggggg.&lt;br /&gt;re-read &lt;strong&gt;the alchemist&lt;/strong&gt; a few dyas ago.&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting &lt;strong&gt;veronika decides to die &lt;/strong&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;paul coelho's bloody good.&lt;br /&gt;trng today.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;OH HELL YA.&lt;br /&gt;IM FUCKING PEEVED.&lt;br /&gt;watching auditions for AI now.&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty darn borring.&lt;br /&gt;that pretty much sums up everything.&lt;br /&gt;this is so pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113759105775831734?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113759105775831734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113759105775831734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-losing-hope-give-me-one-reason-not.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113705261804919680</id><published>2006-01-12T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:02:51.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&amp; step into a ditch, bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home!&lt;br /&gt;no chinatown today cos it's been raining.&lt;br /&gt;we'll be going on sunday instead!&lt;br /&gt;today has been really horrible.&lt;br /&gt;i really really do not like chng.&lt;br /&gt;the more i see her, the more i dislike her.&lt;br /&gt;not that she likes me either but she's like UGH.&lt;br /&gt;it's sad to think that happy times are just like a memory now.&lt;br /&gt;cos all that's happening is just not... nice.&lt;br /&gt;still hating school!&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH!&lt;br /&gt;i just read the newspaper and i remembered that &lt;strong&gt;OASIS&lt;/strong&gt; IS PERFORMINGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;hahah. okk. i do really want to go but the tickets will take way too much out of me.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw the advert for &lt;strong&gt;FORT MINOR'S &lt;/strong&gt;concert.&lt;br /&gt;im such a cheapo but.. teehee :)&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CHEAPER LA.&lt;br /&gt;i really think i want to go for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113705261804919680?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113705261804919680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113705261804919680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/01/step-into-ditch-bitch-home-no.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113647902118783456</id><published>2006-01-06T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:37:01.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Can I get some vaseline&lt;br /&gt;Step into a modern scene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO SLEEPY :/&lt;br /&gt;but im rushing out the bloody chinese homework.&lt;br /&gt;i think if i hear another lousy word from zhuang i'll vomit.&lt;br /&gt;can't find the freaking chinese ass book she wants though.&lt;br /&gt;i do not like her.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is an enviromental leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S ALL ABOUT THE FUCKING FISH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113647902118783456?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113647902118783456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113647902118783456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/01/can-i-get-some-vaseline-step-into.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113630287751909872</id><published>2006-01-03T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:41:17.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i am a bun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hate school.&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;esp 2006.&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but OH WELL the pple in pakistan has more problems than me.&lt;br /&gt;even the world's like dying.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess everyone will simply have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;emphasize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAL WITH IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very pissed off now.&lt;br /&gt;i still hate school.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;boogie oogie oogie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;anyways i really did went down to HOG to support &lt;strong&gt;eng &lt;/strong&gt;and the rest but sadly i missed their performances even though &lt;strong&gt;teresa&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt; cabbed down there.&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to orchard for get the funk out!&lt;br /&gt;the music was pretty good but there wasnt really alot of pple yet so it was really really boring.&lt;br /&gt;at eleven plus sam teresa and i decided to head down to the house party at trevose.&lt;br /&gt;and we cabbed.&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;mich jan gwen qin nicole&lt;/strong&gt; and friends and we all went in together.&lt;br /&gt;ventailation was very bad, and the music was kinda repeated.&lt;br /&gt;but still it's always cool to have a house party.&lt;br /&gt;hahah! stayed for the countdown there and we cabbed back to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;dont mean to sound racist but as we were walking back to civic, this stupid bangla starting spraying us with the stupid aerosol cans. &lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, EVERYONE WAS SPRAYING AT US.&lt;br /&gt;so not cool.&lt;br /&gt;we cursed our way down orchard and back into the PARTAYEEE.&lt;br /&gt;slighty more pple this time but music was slow and BORRRING.&lt;br /&gt;decided to leave again to have breakfast at around 3.&lt;br /&gt;i ate so much at macs!!&lt;br /&gt;starting roaming around town which was still filled with scary banglas.&lt;br /&gt;fast foward and i ate yoshinoya that was still open.&lt;br /&gt;i totally felt like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea why i was so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;back to sam's at 6.&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS HOW I SPENT MY NYE.&lt;br /&gt;BORRRING PARTIES.&lt;br /&gt;but!only spending it with teresa and sam did it make it all that better &lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113611808141039829?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113611808141039829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113611808141039829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2006/01/boogie-oogie-oogie-happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113593025284056594</id><published>2005-12-30T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T16:23:29.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;advertising space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very very very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;na called me so early in the morning to wake me up!&lt;br /&gt;she deprived me of my 10 more mins of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;headed to school!&lt;br /&gt;grah! i wanted to finally get my bloody leaps thing done with but pnut was no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;headed out of sch with &lt;strong&gt;teresa&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;na&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt; was like late as usual then we headed to crystal jade!&lt;br /&gt;we got sam the tiniest cake ever and lunched.&lt;br /&gt;yummylicious!&lt;br /&gt;towned after that.&lt;br /&gt;spent like.... really fast on god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;strong&gt;yiwei &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;ally&lt;/strong&gt; for the gezillionth time!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow im really too lazy to go anywhere today :/&lt;br /&gt;probably going to crash like really soon&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to spend NYE with my gorgeous girls!&lt;br /&gt;but omg. im fucking ticked off cos some idiot lied outright to ME!&lt;br /&gt;like how fake is that?&lt;br /&gt;DO I SCREAM CLUELESS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113593025284056594?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113593025284056594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113593025284056594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/12/advertising-space-im-very-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113566311125757305</id><published>2005-12-27T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:58:31.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;too many doses &amp; i'm starting to get an attraction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;citizen cope &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;doves&lt;/strong&gt; have some pretty good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and because it was so boring i ended up of cos listening to that and reading captain underpants.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. i was really that bored.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow had dinner with the whole other family last night.&lt;br /&gt;some stupid mean old guy refused to lend me his umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;i bet he was afraid i would steal it or something.&lt;br /&gt;pwah! i had to run in the freaking rain in heels.&lt;br /&gt;idiot i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;the year's coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;2005 has been &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine what next year would be like but to be honest im totally freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should really get my ass off and actually start on something.&lt;br /&gt;and i finally read &lt;strong&gt;claire's&lt;/strong&gt; letter :/&lt;br /&gt;brownies were great!&lt;br /&gt;christmas mass at holy sprit was boring.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach was growling the whole time and &lt;strong&gt;jeanne&lt;/strong&gt; was being irritating :)&lt;br /&gt;just a few more days till school's starting.&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113566311125757305?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113566311125757305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113566311125757305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/12/too-many-doses-im-starting-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113532368575952860</id><published>2005-12-23T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:41:25.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;some kind of wildchild&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY!&lt;br /&gt;it's one last big hoohaaa at indo before the 2005 is all wrapped up.&lt;br /&gt;not before christmas is done though.&lt;br /&gt;im having second thoughts about going for the mass but oh well, we'll see.&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589848.post-113526471147655902</id><published>2005-12-22T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:18:31.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Everyday it comes to this&lt;br /&gt;Catch the things you might have missed you say,&lt;br /&gt;"Get back to yesterday",&lt;br /&gt;Are you ever going back?&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place that I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;But I, I miss the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I've always been misunderstood,&lt;br /&gt;Pulled apart and ripped in two,&lt;br /&gt;But I, miss the way you lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;chronicles of narnia today with joan, eeloo and dora!&lt;br /&gt;king kong's nicer.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner later with sister at crystal jade :D&lt;br /&gt;yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;johnny don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grocery shopping today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;claire&lt;/strong&gt; and i took damnit long to decide what we were going to get.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, it's gonna be good.&lt;br /&gt;had fun trying out our 'recipe'.&lt;br /&gt;oh hell. it aint any secret.&lt;br /&gt;we caught &lt;strong&gt;king kong &lt;/strong&gt;like at 3!&lt;br /&gt;the show's pretty good, but the whole concept of kong having in infatuation with ann still kinda disgust me.&lt;br /&gt;even if kong like somehow got her back and manage to keep her by his side... he still doesnt really have any business with her.&lt;br /&gt;it's touching alright. i swear i even almost cried but still!&lt;br /&gt;EEK.&lt;br /&gt;on the way home i met &lt;strong&gt;amanda&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;clar&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;meeting claire again tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;hurrah hurrah! it's an overdose of claire.&lt;br /&gt;cooking's gonna be weird but im sure the bbq later it's gonna be a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113507897249223091?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113507897249223091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113507897249223091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/12/johnny-dont-care-grocery-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113473379759645474</id><published>2005-12-16T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T19:49:57.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;welcome to wherever you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tv in my room is spoilt!&lt;br /&gt;so now i have nothing to do at all and now studying seems out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;out with &lt;strong&gt;claire&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to head down to the mango sale but squeezing with everbody else didnt seem all that appealing.&lt;br /&gt;headed to paragon to have thai express.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know! again.&lt;br /&gt;shopped round for footwear after.&lt;br /&gt;oh! we saw &lt;strong&gt;jeanne&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;silly claire was too afraid to walk back from the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;but it was kinda late and i really didnt want to walk her into her house.&lt;br /&gt;so she left... looking scared.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;got home like 11+&lt;br /&gt;did some stuff and i rearranged stuff in my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113473379759645474?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113473379759645474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113473379759645474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/12/welcome-to-wherever-you-are-tv-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113439216385143839</id><published>2005-12-12T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:56:05.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the state troopers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trng today&lt;br /&gt;not that i did anything nor did i even train.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow hope cha feels better now!&lt;br /&gt;miss lim was telling me," you had better dye your hair back or else you die i tell you". jokingly of course&lt;br /&gt;i went to church yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i know, someone just kill me :/&lt;br /&gt;the whole session was boring and i was very skeptical as usual.&lt;br /&gt;i did not belive a thing the guy was talking about but oh well, i shouldnt critise a religion just because they do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll complain to anyone who's willing to listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dessertafter!some mango milk thing.&lt;br /&gt;quite yummy in fact.&lt;br /&gt;headed down ikea after.&lt;br /&gt;shopped around then headed to andrea's dorm then my grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;looked through photo albums which actually contained really really old photos which were in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at thai express where i so embarrassingly spilled water on myself.&lt;br /&gt;tanning tmrw at sentosa perphaps?&lt;br /&gt;SORRY, but no way am i going to wake up so damn early in the morning to do the damn board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113439216385143839?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113439216385143839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113439216385143839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/12/state-troopers-trng-today-not-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113411978562650382</id><published>2005-12-09T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:16:25.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And, after all, what is a lie?&lt;br /&gt;'Tis but the truth in masquerade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just done with &lt;strong&gt;the pact&lt;/strong&gt; by jodi picoult.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was reading &lt;strong&gt;orange s&lt;/strong&gt;ky.&lt;br /&gt;both book are like great.&lt;br /&gt;go read em!&lt;br /&gt;im getting attacked my fuckening mosquitoes now and it's horrible!&lt;br /&gt;some guy came down from the enviroment thingy AGAIN and since no one wanted to wake up, i dutifully dragged myself out of bed to answer the door.&lt;br /&gt;everything was fine this time round. &lt;br /&gt;just that the drains need to be washed.&lt;br /&gt;jae's bbq later on.&lt;br /&gt;oh well! im starting to hate the color of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;part of that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113411978562650382?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113411978562650382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113411978562650382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-after-all-what-is-lie-tis-but.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113394076525805575</id><published>2005-12-07T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T15:38:01.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;beyond nelly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAN!&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;hahah. saw her at amk mrt and she happily reminded me that it was her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;these few days have been fun!&lt;br /&gt;went shopping on mon and i dyed my hair too.&lt;br /&gt;clubbing later in the night at indo.&lt;br /&gt;this time it was so much more fun compared to the other time.&lt;br /&gt;went with &lt;strong&gt;tab, sam, vic &lt;/strong&gt;and some of their friends.&lt;br /&gt;it was considerably harder to get in this time&lt;br /&gt;partied till like 3 plus then we had breakfast at macs&lt;br /&gt;ooh. saw &lt;strong&gt;anthea&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;amanda&lt;/strong&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;cabbed back to sam's, only sleeping at around 6am.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, on tues we slept in till close to 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;when we woke up we ate then got ready to head to orchard to meet sheila.&lt;br /&gt;after taking so long to dress up and while walking towards the mrt we decided not to go!&lt;br /&gt;went back up to change and headed to j8 swensens instead.&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow on sunday we celebrated tab's birthday at fish and co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tab, sam, vict, na, teresa&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;qinn&lt;/strong&gt; were all there too.&lt;br /&gt;walked all the way down to orchard while screaming christmas songs and scaring unsuspecting tourists.&lt;br /&gt;it was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im having tons of fun now.&lt;br /&gt;you should have more trust in me with keeping my life in check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113394076525805575?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113394076525805575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113394076525805575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/12/beyond-nelly-happy-birthday-jan-hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113358782517553623</id><published>2005-12-03T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T13:30:25.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;heaven, i'm in heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been staying up till real last these two nights to catch &lt;strong&gt;Angels in America&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;bloody good show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rome's &lt;/strong&gt;really really nice too&lt;br /&gt;everybody out there go watch these two shows on hbo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113358782517553623?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113358782517553623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113358782517553623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/12/heaven-im-in-heaven-ive-been-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113339963062642455</id><published>2005-12-01T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:13:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"don't go breaking my heart"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyho!&lt;br /&gt;i had the chance to go to perth and i didnt even know about it.&lt;br /&gt;how freaking disappointing! ):&lt;br /&gt;trng yest&lt;br /&gt;then had lunch with claire and chuyan (:&lt;br /&gt;claire's so nice recently, she scares me.&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;headed to ps with regi peiling and debbie after just becos we were so damn bored and had nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;they got the black cloth for the banner&lt;br /&gt;and im still very curious why they left the one the sec 3s made hanging outside!&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg&lt;br /&gt;anyhow we caught chicken little too!&lt;br /&gt;so cute, so cute!&lt;br /&gt;we were all dying inside the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;freezing i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;we had to use the cloth we bought to cover ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;headed to carrefour after the show.&lt;br /&gt;pranced all around staring wide-eyed at all the possible things we could buy.&lt;br /&gt;we also planned stuff to do together for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;how exciting!&lt;br /&gt;i really really want the pink motorola phone.&lt;br /&gt;but regi, pei and debbie gave me a whole new insight of things.&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cooked today :/&lt;br /&gt;bad news just keeps on coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That howling wind, it comes&lt;br /&gt;Knocking on her door.&lt;br /&gt;You know I want her here,&lt;br /&gt;But it wants her more.&lt;br /&gt;She's a sad-eyed silver skinner,&lt;br /&gt;With worn &amp; broken decks.&lt;br /&gt;And you can hear her moan,&lt;br /&gt;As the main sail sets.&lt;br /&gt;She says, Hang on silver girl,&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be alright, now&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'll throw you over,&lt;br /&gt;Comes the ocean's pounding roar.&lt;br /&gt;All she ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Was someone to adore&lt;br /&gt;Now the wind it swings around again.&lt;br /&gt;And she turns the boat to stern.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to sink,&lt;br /&gt;Before you learn&lt;br /&gt;Hang on silver girl,&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;Hang on silver girl,&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be alright, now&lt;br /&gt;Now the paralyzing cold,&lt;br /&gt;Tells her, 'This is it'.&lt;br /&gt;But she can't go down,&lt;br /&gt;On a sinking ship&lt;br /&gt;But the wind is out of breathe,&lt;br /&gt;And the northern gales subside.&lt;br /&gt;She gets her first sleep in days,&lt;br /&gt;Under starry skies.&lt;br /&gt;Hang on silver girl,&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be alright, now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113307213334622497?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113307213334622497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113307213334622497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cooked-today-bad-news-just-keeps-on.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113280695942116564</id><published>2005-11-24T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T12:35:59.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;it's a fusion of confusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of things going on for the past few days!&lt;br /&gt;and i really had fun :D&lt;br /&gt;all the trngs, party crashing, sleepover, day camp, farewell and outtings!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss the sec 4s so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/joanie%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/320/joanie%20and%20i.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/CIMG2317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/320/CIMG2317.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least i'll still be able to head out with them.&lt;br /&gt;like the bintan and shopping trips! hurrah!:D&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, heading out soon and there's trng at tk tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;eeks :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113280695942116564?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113280695942116564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113280695942116564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-fusion-of-confusion-loads-of.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113224164519104625</id><published>2005-11-17T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:34:05.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/loneliness_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/400/loneliness_150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an addiction for patrick park.&lt;br /&gt;caught harry potter today with tab's family, weilin and na!&lt;br /&gt;i thought the show was boring.&lt;br /&gt;na said that she almost cried at the last part!&lt;br /&gt;trng tmrw AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to get my bag (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113224164519104625?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113224164519104625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113224164519104625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-have-addiction-for-patrick-park.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113211812340024081</id><published>2005-11-16T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T13:18:27.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/brilliant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/320/brilliant.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine my life without them&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i do love shopping!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that im so fickle minded i would never be able to make decisions by myself.&lt;br /&gt;trng later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suicide, it's a suicide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113211812340024081?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113211812340024081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113211812340024081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cant-imagine-my-life-without-them-d.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113176874643125866</id><published>2005-11-12T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T12:12:26.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;But I don't mind &lt;br /&gt;As long as there's a bed beneath the stars that shine &lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine &lt;br /&gt;If you give me a minute &lt;br /&gt;A man's got a limit &lt;br /&gt;I can't get a life if my heart's not in it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113176874643125866?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113176874643125866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113176874643125866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/11/but-i-dont-mind-as-long-as-theres-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113162862307234075</id><published>2005-11-10T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T21:20:50.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the open sign that's always busted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out today!&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;na tab&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;teresa&lt;/strong&gt; first though&lt;br /&gt;walked around and we saw &lt;strong&gt;yiwei and ally&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;they claimed that i was stalking them but it just so happened that i kept bumping into them for like 5, 6 times?&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;chuyan&lt;/strong&gt; after!&lt;br /&gt;we caught the exprcism of emily rose, reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;it was like bloody scary!&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed, pulled, screamed and cursed all at once. &lt;br /&gt;but the show's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;sam and weiloo caught it too.&lt;br /&gt;sam claims that it isnt scary!&lt;br /&gt;yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, saw amanda!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;reserved and bought some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling like filthy broke now.&lt;br /&gt;NOT RICH.&lt;br /&gt;trng tmrw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113162862307234075?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113162862307234075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113162862307234075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/11/open-sign-thats-always-busted-out.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113153804297835539</id><published>2005-11-09T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:07:22.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you're cramping my style, dude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot have a msn coversation with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT!&lt;br /&gt;it's so fuckening and she doesnt get how pissed off i am with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHLOE;     postcards from the wasteland says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant talk to you anymore&lt;br /&gt;CHLOE;     postcards from the wasteland says:&lt;br /&gt;this conversation is so unhealthy for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's fucking true.&lt;br /&gt;and all she replied was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n-drea; says:&lt;br /&gt;smiless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BLOODY HELL.&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW! today was another non eventful day of my BORING life.&lt;br /&gt;besides trng which was indeed tiring as usual, i was, as usual, just going through the day.&lt;br /&gt;cheers to that.&lt;br /&gt;movie tmrw perhaps with chuyan and cha?&lt;br /&gt;ooh! that reminds me i have to text cha.&lt;br /&gt;alrigghtt!&lt;br /&gt;i hate scary shows&lt;br /&gt;chuyan has this really strong urge to watch &lt;strong&gt;the exorcism of emily rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while chloe, that's me, have this really storng urge to watch disney movies like &lt;strong&gt;sky high&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wow wow wow.&lt;br /&gt;i will not make it through horror movies without screaming at ever scene or perhaps i wont even see a single scary scene just like when i was watching&lt;strong&gt; the maid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised ive been babbling on for quite a bit huh.&lt;br /&gt;i should really stop with all the "I'S" and think about "them" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAVE THE EARTH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113153804297835539?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113153804297835539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113153804297835539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/11/youre-cramping-my-style-dude-i-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113133951138765767</id><published>2005-11-07T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:58:31.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;we got older &lt;br /&gt;but we're still young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;finally got the pictures uploaded!&lt;br /&gt;it's under &lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER'05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this could sound a bit random but while i was uploading the pictures i really really do appreciate all the friends that i have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i had fun during the chalet, bbq, sleepover and outtings all year through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113133951138765767?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113133951138765767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113133951138765767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-got-older-but-were-still-young.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113090872766703350</id><published>2005-11-02T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:18:47.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"fuck me, fuck me. lick me, lick me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back homr from chalet!&lt;br /&gt;only &lt;strong&gt;siggy, teresa, cheryl, sam, vic, kell, chaiyue, tab, weilin, sarah &lt;/strong&gt;and i went.&lt;br /&gt;most of us stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;it's really amazing just how much our "class" can drink man.&lt;br /&gt;refill after refill.&lt;br /&gt;vic was the only one who got drunk.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us were just slighty tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;fun watching the exorcist and the first night.&lt;br /&gt;only weiloo, chaiyue and i were watching.&lt;br /&gt;vic and kell claimed that they could hear us screaming all the way from the beach.&lt;br /&gt;and only weiloo and i were screaming. &lt;br /&gt;chaiyue was so brave!&lt;br /&gt;watched juon too!&lt;br /&gt;it was kick ass scary alright.&lt;br /&gt;screaming away happily.&lt;br /&gt;escape's a freaking boring place and i hate panosonic.&lt;br /&gt;i almost got flung out and im saying that cos half my bidy was out the carriage and the "safety bar" could come all the way up.&lt;br /&gt;NOT FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kell sam&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;i &lt;/strong&gt;stayed over the next night.&lt;br /&gt;we had loads of fun just being dumb.&lt;br /&gt;this morning the whole floor was filled with shandi and beer.&lt;br /&gt;loads of things happened!&lt;br /&gt;had a AWESOME time! :D&lt;br /&gt;what's more?&lt;br /&gt;more things to come this week&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113090872766703350?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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SHES MINE ! WILL ALWAYS BE ! HAHAHAHAHA ! EVERYONE THINKS SHES HOT ! HAHAHAHAHA&gt; MAIN POINT: JAIME LOVES CHLOE VERY VERY MUCH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU HUN !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113068382096314298?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113068382096314298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113068382096314298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/10/main-point-jaime-loves-chloe-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113068321333506828</id><published>2005-10-30T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:40:13.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>city of the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having like a fucking ass tummyache!&lt;br /&gt;i think all that eating with kell today has got me a freaking indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;hurr!&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's all that planning for the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow grocery shopping with kell today,&lt;br /&gt;ate freaking alot!&lt;br /&gt;now im looking for my fucking ipod which cant be found anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;not even the bdamn fridge,&lt;br /&gt;yes, i tried EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;outting with char, siggy, germaine, kell, ziwei and leon i think.&lt;br /&gt;didnt go for the obs gathering but kell and i saw bel and na.&lt;br /&gt;HAD FUN!&lt;br /&gt;the ibook's batt is dwindling all the way to 20% now.&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO LOOK FOR MY IPOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113068321333506828?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113068321333506828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113068321333506828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/10/city-of-dead-im-having-like-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113050415980330114</id><published>2005-10-28T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T20:57:02.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so long, astoria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home from obs!&lt;br /&gt;i had a hell of a fun and it's actually quite sad to leave that place even though im always complaining that it was damnit disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;day 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; started of by i think 13 of us piling into &lt;strong&gt;siggy's&lt;/strong&gt; dad's van.&lt;br /&gt;met at puggol jetty and left for pulau ubin, obs after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;a group of mgs girlswere also there at that time.&lt;br /&gt;instructors spilt the sngs girls into 2 groups.&lt;br /&gt;i ended up in &lt;strong&gt;MUNSHI&lt;/strong&gt;! which consisted of &lt;strong&gt;teresa, tab, claire, sam, bel, na, ed, megan, shar, deb t, janice, vanessa&lt;/strong&gt; and of course me!&lt;br /&gt;our instructor was &lt;strong&gt;dean&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;at first teresa and i thought that he was so stiff and it was going to be so damn boring and worse still we were the only grp to have a male instructor.&lt;br /&gt;but as the days passed, we were really glad to have him.&lt;br /&gt;we learnt how to kayak!&lt;br /&gt;capsizing wasnt as scary was i thought it would be and i kayaked with claire to the jetty where we all did the jetty jump.&lt;br /&gt;well, except for sam who kept screaming like a whistle but still did not jump in the end.&lt;br /&gt;after jumping like 3 times we swam back to shore.&lt;br /&gt;fishes were jumping around us like crazy and we were all happily screaming away.&lt;br /&gt;paddled back with &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;we also had bunks that night.&lt;br /&gt;slept on the sliding thing beneath &lt;strong&gt;teresa&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;claire&lt;/strong&gt; and my right.&lt;br /&gt;super cold at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;day 2!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;if im not wrong we did &lt;strong&gt;rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;none of us set out with high expectations and we all went right to the top!&lt;br /&gt;i was so damn fucking scared that my legs were literally shaking but &lt;strong&gt;dean&lt;/strong&gt; was so comforting cos he said that i am a good climber cos i have good balance.&lt;br /&gt;how nice of him :)&lt;br /&gt;left for the &lt;strong&gt;sea expedition&lt;/strong&gt; after all that cat 1 storm which took damnit long to past.&lt;br /&gt;change of plans and headed to a nearby campsite.&lt;br /&gt;i think i kayaked with &lt;strong&gt;ed&lt;/strong&gt; on this day.&lt;br /&gt;she's a bloody good kayak partner.&lt;br /&gt;haha. did well with her!&lt;br /&gt;slept in the tent &lt;strong&gt;dean &lt;/strong&gt;built for us and we all had maggi mee for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;the whole grp sat by the beach and yakked.&lt;br /&gt;it was nice!&lt;br /&gt;before i slept i took a walk with &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt; and also chatted with &lt;strong&gt;siggy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how much i missed not having her around!&lt;br /&gt;poured like crazy in the night.&lt;br /&gt;didnt help that i was sleeping by the side and there was a puddle of water in the tent beside me.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like wet through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on with our sea ex on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;day 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;still i kayaked with &lt;strong&gt;ed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;paddled and paddled and paddled.&lt;br /&gt;got to the granite quarry which was the campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bel, ed, sam, tab and i&lt;/strong&gt; built the tent while the rest cooked.&lt;br /&gt;it was bloody hard!&lt;br /&gt;rui had to help us but the tent was finally up after like 2 hours or so?&lt;br /&gt;had to do night shift then.&lt;br /&gt;did with &lt;strong&gt;ed &lt;/strong&gt;and also with &lt;strong&gt;ziwei, jae, siggy&lt;/strong&gt;, and 2 other mg girls.&lt;br /&gt;i sat down with &lt;strong&gt;jae&lt;/strong&gt; while the rest cleared the rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposedly looking out for wild boars and polar bears with lost in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;day 4!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with not a single mosquto bite but with my feet looking as if i had chicken pox only on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;stupid sandflies.&lt;br /&gt;our grp built a raft with a teeney weeney bit of help from dean.&lt;br /&gt;paddled out into the quarry and we all jumped in!&lt;br /&gt;the water was clean and we played games in it like &lt;strong&gt;dunking dod&lt;/strong&gt;o and &lt;strong&gt;spitting cobra&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i told &lt;strong&gt;dean&lt;/strong&gt; that cobras dont spit and he laughed like mad and went,"suckerrr!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! he's damnit funny.&lt;br /&gt;headed back after lunch, maggi meee!&lt;br /&gt;still kayaking with &lt;strong&gt;ed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and still paddling like a crazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;i rested like so many times but thankfully ed cotinued on paddling.&lt;br /&gt;haha. it was freaking pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;and it did not help that it was raining like shit again.&lt;br /&gt;going against the current was so not fun.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt do that bad.&lt;br /&gt;muscles dude!&lt;br /&gt;in the night we did this tunnel thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ed&lt;/strong&gt; went first, then &lt;strong&gt;teresa, me, tab, na, shar and bel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it was pitch black inside.&lt;br /&gt;all the grps met in this open space where we discussed what to do in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;there was this fucking commotion of of a sudden cos i think someone the the tunnel couldnt breathe.&lt;br /&gt;all of us started screaming for the instructors and bel was banging madly on the door.&lt;br /&gt;teresa freaked out and left the tunnel with the instructor and i swear i almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;once again &lt;strong&gt;ed&lt;/strong&gt; to the rescue!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i became 2nd and i kept losing ed.&lt;br /&gt;i was honestly damnit scared.&lt;br /&gt;i kept asking ed," will you wait."&lt;br /&gt;fucking scared!&lt;br /&gt;squeezed onto the bed with &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;there was so many god damn flies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;day five&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was mostly cleaning up if the dorms and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;cleaned the toilets with &lt;strong&gt;teresa and ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;teresa became obsessive with every detail in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;even over the smallest leave which i could not see.&lt;br /&gt;that silly girl was really frustrating! even wanting to clean other toilets.&lt;br /&gt;brought everything to the hall and teresa and i pushed the trolley back to the dorm which was freaking far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teresa and i&lt;/strong&gt; were pushing each other and at one point when i was on the trolley, this instructor went," your name is not jerry and your sirname is not can (jerry cans)"&lt;br /&gt;we were like huhhh??!!?? was that joke?&lt;br /&gt;obviously we did not laugh.&lt;br /&gt;cold, so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bel&lt;/strong&gt; came looking for us cos i think we took very long.&lt;br /&gt;teresa and i were like sitting in the store for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;cert presentation and we were all chatting happily! :D&lt;br /&gt;we did a dance for him and gave him a lousy pok paper/card.&lt;br /&gt;lunch then cabbed home with megan and karina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my flu and it had lasted like for the whole entire obs trip.&lt;br /&gt;Hurr!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i love this experience like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;if i had to, i'll do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;i think all of us bonded at the time of the sea ex cos none us us really knew the other that well so it was my team mates that made my time so damn fun there!&lt;br /&gt;i love the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;munshins!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113050415980330114?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113050415980330114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113050415980330114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-long-astoria-back-home-from-obs-i.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113006654335498945</id><published>2005-10-23T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T19:25:59.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Here I am, where I've been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my clothes are worn &amp; gritty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know ugliness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now show me something pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And too much weight for walking shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could have died from being boring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for loneliness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She greets me every morning&lt;br /&gt;At the most I'm a glare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the open sign that's always busted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the most I'm a glare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the open sign that's always busted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, where I've been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my clothes are worn &amp;amp; gritty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know ugliness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now show me something pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113006654335498945?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113006654335498945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113006654335498945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/10/here-i-am-where-ive-been-ive-walked_23.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-113006418595961314</id><published>2005-10-23T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:43:05.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the world is black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hearts are cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im down with flu.&lt;br /&gt;yep, right on the day before obs.&lt;br /&gt;and finally im not so optimistic about obs.&lt;br /&gt;really hope it doesnt turn out disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;out with siggy to thomson yest to do some obs shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i do not like spending money on these kind of rubbish :/&lt;br /&gt;had swensens then.&lt;br /&gt;saw yuai and we yakked and yakked.&lt;br /&gt;siggy always opens my eyes to things i never knew exsisted.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how good that is but life's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;no one wanted to fetch me home so i was all alone.&lt;br /&gt;got home like 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;which wasnt that fun.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i love 3wisdom loads! :D&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forget the great night the 13 of us had at chomp chomp :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-113006418595961314?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113006418595961314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/113006418595961314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/10/world-is-black-and-hearts-are-cold-im.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112960532839066008</id><published>2005-10-18T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:27:10.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/17842962448962l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/320/17842962448962l1.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/17842767736396l2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/320/17842767736396l2.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/17842730433633l2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/320/17842730433633l2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are some photos we took on the day of eeloo's party/indo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday's trng was a total killer. my limbs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds but thankfully i didnt give up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyhow i was complaining to my sister about it and she said that physical trng was expected and things will get better? that's bullshit. she said something that meant things will only get worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my butt's aching so badly now i cant even walk up the stairs properly or sit on the toilet bowl without my muscles screaming ouch, ouch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had dinner with chuyan claire cha mel yiwei and ally after trng! had loads of fun with them! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im so effing glad that im not at school sitting in the hall listening to the election rally thing. i cant imgaine what would that do to my butt. but yiwei, i still am supporting you! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's still trng tmrw. somebody just shoot me.&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/6589848-112960532839066008?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112960532839066008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112960532839066008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/10/those-are-some-photos-we-took-on-day.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112935125653058643</id><published>2005-10-15T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T12:40:56.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;cat scratch fever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had diarrhoea so im feeling kinda wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa :D&lt;br /&gt;anyhow yesterday was exhilarating and draining all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl teresa and i went shopping for presents and went to do our hair.&lt;br /&gt;i had my hair permed temporarily, cheryl's straightened and teresa had hers in this gorgeous way.&lt;br /&gt;reached like tanah merah at 7 and we waited for the 1930h bus for very very long. when it didnt turn up we had to cab.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what.&lt;br /&gt;we freaking got lost and the cab fare amounted to like 23 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;23 bucks!!&lt;br /&gt;but the uncle was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;he cut the price for us till like 15 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;stayed at the party for a while, the dance was horrifying man.&lt;br /&gt;went to change after that then headed down to orchard to meet sam and vic.&lt;br /&gt;turns out getting into indochine was easy like shit.&lt;br /&gt;security was kinda lax so all of us made it in.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was groping and grinding against somebody.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl had to leave after a while so teresa sam vic and i went back in and stayed a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;headed home after a while.&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit that i didnt really want to head to indo.&lt;br /&gt;but im glad teresa forced me to go.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;that was it for our girls night out!&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to more parties this year!&lt;br /&gt;heading over the jae's tmrw for our swimming session&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112935125653058643?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112935125653058643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112935125653058643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/10/cat-scratch-fever-just-had-diarrhoea.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112920328099917246</id><published>2005-10-13T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:36:14.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my life will never give what i dream of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;but im mightly proud of our class cos everyone tried our best.&lt;br /&gt;ive know ive been spending so much money on shit that i dont really need.&lt;br /&gt;i really think i need to set my priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted so much more.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm stuck on james blunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112920328099917246?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112920328099917246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112920328099917246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-life-will-never-give-what-i-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112868647880671676</id><published>2005-10-07T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:01:18.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;fly me off to wonderland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;im glad that there are parties that hopefully i can attend after all the dumb crap exams.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am talking about indo.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;anyhows the dumb hamster ran away.&lt;br /&gt;few weeks ago it was the female one and now the male.&lt;br /&gt;i got home and i wanted to play with it.&lt;br /&gt;wow wow. the cage door my open slighty.&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine the dumb fat hamster managed to squeeze through that crack.&lt;br /&gt;im am feeling anger now.&lt;br /&gt;it's such an ungrateful lump of fats.&lt;br /&gt;i should have killed it when it bit me.&lt;br /&gt;haha. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;also, i caught trippin on mtv earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;they went to chile!&lt;br /&gt;gorgoeus glaciers. i think i read about it in the newspapers a few days ago and it's receding!&lt;br /&gt;oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SEE WHAT GLOBAL WARMING IS DOING TO THE EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;you should not live your live like there's to tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;because there is!&lt;br /&gt;stop wasting paper.&lt;br /&gt;SAVE THE EARTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112868647880671676?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112868647880671676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112868647880671676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/10/fly-me-off-to-wonderland-4-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112841601415641164</id><published>2005-10-04T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:53:34.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can you say your life is empty&lt;br /&gt;So late in the day&lt;br /&gt;Why would you stay another second&lt;br /&gt;Now your sight got in the way&lt;br /&gt;A combination&lt;br /&gt;Of love and aggression&lt;br /&gt;Another second lived&lt;br /&gt;Don't paint the silence black now save me&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave it a day&lt;br /&gt;You got a right to stand or die so maybe&lt;br /&gt;You take chances all the same&lt;br /&gt;Pain comes in stages&lt;br /&gt;If we dont make it&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes&lt;br /&gt;Now the violence sleeps inside&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason why your teething side frustrates me&lt;br /&gt;Now the violence sleeps inside&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason why your teething side irates me&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me to pick up on your questions&lt;br /&gt;Not even a day&lt;br /&gt;It's alright to finish up your sentence&lt;br /&gt;You talk all the same&lt;br /&gt;Pain comes in stages if we don't make it&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes&lt;br /&gt;Now the violence sleeps inside&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason why your teething side frustrates me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112841601415641164?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112841601415641164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112841601415641164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-can-you-say-your-life-is-empty-so.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112798477427915222</id><published>2005-09-29T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:06:14.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;O chariot,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me your strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im so fucking dead.&lt;br /&gt;even though i havent really been attending school the past few days, i dont feel as if ive accomplished as much as i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;too many distractions!&lt;br /&gt;yes, i blame it on that.&lt;br /&gt;i feel compelled to be gravitated towards the tvee and the com.&lt;br /&gt;simply for "a distraction".&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt help that my cable box thingy in my room has been upgraded with a dozen more channels.&lt;br /&gt;help help help.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just hide the smart card and forget where i hid it.&lt;br /&gt;possible but i wont be able to pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;technically, tmrw's exam is the most impt.&lt;br /&gt;i shan't be so paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;FILL ME UP WITH POSITIVE THOUGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;grah.&lt;br /&gt;fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be the only person to get retained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Took the high dive into your brain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you made your lonely calls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just might wear your welcome out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing that you couldn't say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz you've said it all before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it's time you walked this lonely road all on your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's your cold day in the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looks like your bleeding heart has already won&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could take it away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And save you from yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get so lost inside your head &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like no one else &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you looking for someone to blame?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you blame me all along?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll take the heat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you would never take the fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's your cold day in the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looks like your bleeding heart has already won&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so afraid that you are the only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be afraid cuz you're not the only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not the only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112797060101166046?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112797060101166046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112797060101166046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/09/took-high-dive-into-your-brain-and-you_29.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112747864391994420</id><published>2005-09-23T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:30:43.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;crash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week has passed once again!&lt;br /&gt;and in case no one knows yet, i went to watch quidam on tuesday night with siggy!&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt spectacular or anything but it was fine. loads of funny parts.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the week has just been boring.&lt;br /&gt;curse exams.&lt;br /&gt;i know im going to fuck up but im so not going to retain.&lt;br /&gt;oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for OBS though!!!&lt;br /&gt;butthe thought of not having a nice clean toilet is considerably apalling.&lt;br /&gt;still excited!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;ooh! has anyone this season's clothes, lamb?&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;gwen stafani is way cool.&lt;br /&gt;i was watching E!style on new york's fashion week.&lt;br /&gt;phew! if only i could lay my hands on that awesome black jacket and dress.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, a little fantasy i have.&lt;br /&gt;but i have always wanted a leather jacket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112747864391994420?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i cant wait for the hols! yes, im still obsessed over that.&lt;br /&gt;haha. this seems to be in the past few posts too.&lt;br /&gt;and this may seem a bit too soon but ive got my hold all planned out and it's freaking packed :D&lt;br /&gt;how exciting! feeling like such a smug.&lt;br /&gt;okk. last day for trng yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i could actually miss it but i shant.&lt;br /&gt;cabbed over the j8 with mel, chuyan yanbing and claire.&lt;br /&gt;and mel chuyan and claire dined at pasta mania.&lt;br /&gt;im actually going to try to loose some weight this year.&lt;br /&gt;char says it's impossible for me to be aneoroxic which i totally agree with.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was considerably a horrible day though.&lt;br /&gt;my heart broke into a gezillion pieces.&lt;br /&gt;it's just an expression but oh well, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you try so hard to please and make someone happy but you just get dissed for it?&lt;br /&gt;you tell yourself,"i'll be mean too".&lt;br /&gt;but you wouldnt do that simply cos it just go against your consience.&lt;br /&gt;you wouldnt degrade yourself to being her anyways.&lt;br /&gt;but it's just so fucking frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;i could stick a fork in your eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112691930065798085?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112691930065798085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112691930065798085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/09/follow-me-with-sun-in-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112641697323663117</id><published>2005-09-11T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:36:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"anyone who has the ability to see beauty never grows old"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!:D&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to have limited songs in my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;im like downloading furiously trying to recover my songs but it's so exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;but going on to positive thoughts, ive got a few new tops.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i really should get on to studying but shopping is simply to addictive.&lt;br /&gt;and ive still my 100 bucks to spent.&lt;br /&gt;i want wait for the hols even though a few post ago i said i hated the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i was mad at the time of posting.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow opening of my dentist's clinic yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;it's a paragon, lvl 12.&lt;br /&gt;went there pretty late and my mum used me as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk. she said i had trng.&lt;br /&gt;who the hell has trng during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;lunched at ding tai fung after.&lt;br /&gt;i gobble dup 6 xiaolongbaos.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so horribly guilty after that,&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to tp sports hall and i was actually early!!&lt;br /&gt;i was at orchard when cha mel and chuyan were already at tp mrt.&lt;br /&gt;and when i reached tp they were still walking towards the sports hall.&lt;br /&gt;such old grannies.&lt;br /&gt;shao zhe was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;couldnt stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;great day i had yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112641697323663117?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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takes you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then I hope it takes me too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the job shadowing is over!&lt;br /&gt;i think i would really miss all the people there.&lt;br /&gt;esp uncle samson.&lt;br /&gt;im so not gonna miss claire though.&lt;br /&gt;hearing her say the same things over and over is irritating.&lt;br /&gt;hahah :D&lt;br /&gt;anyhow i earned 100 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;so im happy.&lt;br /&gt;better get started on school work now.&lt;br /&gt;school's starting soon and im hating the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;netball finals tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;msia vs spore.&lt;br /&gt;by all rights spore should win but then again the game's always unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;so many things going on tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to my dentist's opening of his private clinic, cut my hair and actually get started on something.&lt;br /&gt;im so bloody dead ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112627251115412505?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112627251115412505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112627251115412505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-i-do-believe-its-true-that-there.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112608666817560481</id><published>2005-09-07T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:51:08.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i wanna be a ROCK N ROLL QUEEN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half way through job shadowing!&lt;br /&gt;so far it's kinda boring but also quite rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;learned tons, i think and i got my first paper cut today.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;working is tough.&lt;br /&gt;i dont ever want to grow old.&lt;br /&gt;im totally thinking of never never land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112608666817560481?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112608666817560481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112608666817560481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wanna-be-rock-n-roll-queen.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112566920688249464</id><published>2005-09-02T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:59:44.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So say goodbye to the vows you take. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And say goodbye to the life you make.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And say goodbye to the hearts you break. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the cyanide you drank.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch quidam.&lt;br /&gt;it seems really nice!&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why pple have to lie to impress.&lt;br /&gt;just the thought of it is revolting.&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i hate school too.&lt;br /&gt;and i especially hate the thought of exams drawing closer.&lt;br /&gt;i think im hating eveything now.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANNA WATCH QUIDAM.&lt;br /&gt;and i still want to go to the alaskan wildlife conservation centre.&lt;br /&gt;some people DO NOT understand there's so much more the life than all those fucking... stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i cant put it in words but.&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;who's going to care anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112566920688249464?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112566920688249464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112566920688249464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-say-goodbye-to-vows-you-take.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112549534409683689</id><published>2005-08-31T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:57:39.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my paper heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bloody fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;im so pissed i could cry.&lt;br /&gt;but it's really more than the bloody cracked LCD screen and the fact that the camera cost like $1000 odd.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR MORALS?&lt;br /&gt;aye. fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;shopping with claire today.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt as bad as weilin thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;did major shopping!&lt;br /&gt;both of us spent like close till $100.&lt;br /&gt;which was really hard to get by the way.&lt;br /&gt;PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;anyways i finally took the chem test like 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;kel and i had like a surprise test?&lt;br /&gt;not really but we did not study for it at all.&lt;br /&gt;met germaine and chewyi after tht to do grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;germaine is hopeless at grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;without chewyi we would be at a lost.&lt;br /&gt;the bloody fish we bought poked me TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;i even bled :/&lt;br /&gt;siggy's birthday party was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;loads going on next week!&lt;br /&gt;uploaded the photos for school 05, jaime!&lt;br /&gt;and the milkrun photos too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uploading the PARTY photos now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112549534409683689?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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hole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just laughed and smiled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Begged and rolled my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even cried and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Denied the truth to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like the truth to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mostly lied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home!&lt;br /&gt;anwyays great job by the SNG1 netballers!&lt;br /&gt;today was considerably FRUITFUL but not EVENTFUL if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;but "she" was really being beyond coolness.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i shant obsess too much.&lt;br /&gt;but jenna better send me that whole chunk of photos&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;caught the maid with chuyan after all that.&lt;br /&gt;it is a lousy show with no plot, no script nothing.&lt;br /&gt;lousy.&lt;br /&gt;and to think kell said it was good.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if she was really watching in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt really scary for me.&lt;br /&gt;see, eelooo!&lt;br /&gt;nah. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even see the scary parts.&lt;br /&gt;my hands were over my eyes and i was hiding behind chuyan&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;it was lousy still.&lt;br /&gt;oh. chuyan and i shared a couple seat! even better for me to tug at her shirt.&lt;br /&gt;but this old lady beside me kept laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;once, cos i said," she already said that before. what's her problem?"&lt;br /&gt;then she stared and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;like i said before lousy dialouge.&lt;br /&gt;and she kept touching my arse!&lt;br /&gt;what's HER problem??&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;lunched after that then walked around.&lt;br /&gt;saw jeanne!! &lt;br /&gt;i need money :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112513902487054912?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get real drunk and ride our bikes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's so much beauty it could make you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day i would love to go to the alaskan wildlife conservation centre.&lt;br /&gt;see, this is what watching animal planet does to me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;but i would love to go there anyways.&lt;br /&gt;everything is simply oh-so-cool.&lt;br /&gt;having a weird, but i think, terrible throat scratchy feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;drinking water so does not help me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate zhuang for making fun of my name.&lt;br /&gt;i DO NOT make fun of her hair alrights.&lt;br /&gt;asshole.&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;strong&gt;road rules/the real world:battle of the sexes&lt;/strong&gt; at 8.&lt;br /&gt;i love that show.&lt;br /&gt;it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;it's exciting.&lt;br /&gt;it's just nice!!&lt;br /&gt;last episode on monday i think&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i need to find something to keep me entertained now.&lt;br /&gt;perphaps it's time for me to sing real loudly i dont wanna be by gavin degraw.&lt;br /&gt;im like so in the mood for that.&lt;br /&gt;and sadly to say i dont think that's a healthy thought.&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;i met sam at bishan.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;looking hot i would say!&lt;br /&gt;one of my new table mates.&lt;br /&gt;imagine the torture i go through hearing her and vic singing all sorts of songs.&lt;br /&gt;nah! just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112506352653854723?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112506352653854723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112506352653854723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/08/walk-direction-see-where-we-get-i.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112480184947390139</id><published>2005-08-23T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:04:31.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Staring at a maple leaf&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on the mother tree&lt;br /&gt;I Said to myself we all lost touch&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite fruit is chocolate covered cherries&lt;br /&gt;And seedless watermelon ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Nothing from the ground is good enough&lt;br /&gt;Body rise&lt;br /&gt;Look whats over me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Chariot your golden waves are walking down upon this face&lt;br /&gt;Oh Chariot&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing out loud&lt;br /&gt;To guide me&lt;br /&gt;Give me your, Strength&lt;br /&gt;Remember seeking moons rebirth rains made mirrors of the earth&lt;br /&gt;The sun was just yellow energy if there is a living promise land&lt;br /&gt;Even over fields of sand seasons&lt;br /&gt;fill my body cover me bringing back more than a memory&lt;br /&gt;Oh Chariot your golden waves are walking down upon this face&lt;br /&gt;Oh Chariot&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing out loud&lt;br /&gt;To guide me&lt;br /&gt;Give me your, Strength&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my vacation away from this place&lt;br /&gt;You know what I want&lt;br /&gt;Holding that cup,&lt;br /&gt;It's Pouring over the sides&lt;br /&gt;Make me wanna spread my arms and fly&lt;br /&gt;Oh Chariot your golden waves are walking down upon this face&lt;br /&gt;Oh Chariot I'm singing out loud&lt;br /&gt;To guide me&lt;br /&gt;Give me your,Strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>woohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;today's the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;i really could use the rest even though im not doing much.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think im feeling too good physically though.&lt;br /&gt;i have blisters all over my right feet but not on my left, i have 2 ulcers!! and worse of all my wrist is hurting like NUTS!&lt;br /&gt;blahh blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;loads going on recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got another confession to make, I'm your fool&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got their chains to break, holdin' you&lt;br /&gt;Were you born to resist or be abused&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you&lt;br /&gt;Are you gone and onto someone new&lt;br /&gt;I needed somewhere to hang my head without your noose&lt;br /&gt;You gave me something that I didn't have but had no use&lt;br /&gt;I was too weak to give in, too strong to lose&lt;br /&gt;My heart is under arrest again but I break loose&lt;br /&gt;My head is giving me life or death but I can't choose&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll never give in, I refuse&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you&lt;br /&gt;Has someone taken your faith, it's real, the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;You trust, you must confess&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you&lt;br /&gt;Has someone taken your faith. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's real, the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;The life, the love, you die to heal&lt;br /&gt;The hope that starts the broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;You trust, you must confess&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you&lt;br /&gt;I've got another confession, my friend, I'm no fool&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of starting again somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;Were you born to resist or be abused&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll never give in, I refuse&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you&lt;br /&gt;Has someone taken your faith&lt;br /&gt;It's real, the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;You trust, you must confess&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112445948337579789?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112445948337579789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112445948337579789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/08/woohoooo-todays-end-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112410611402778662</id><published>2005-08-15T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T19:41:54.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I could show you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the free field &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overcome and more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will always be revealed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not alone, I'll be there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me when you want to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just at siggy's blog and i cant believe you actually posted it up there.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i just got home.&lt;br /&gt;and i know im fucking screwed.&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be studying yet im out there flying and jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;worse of all i found something to add to my plans.&lt;br /&gt;but this time 98% im gonna be keeping to it.&lt;br /&gt;my life's starting to pile up with things that probably require loads of commitment and i really dont want to be overloaded with bullshit things which i cant keep to and get all stressed later.&lt;br /&gt;so... i think ive decided to drop this certain thing which i absoutely dont believe in and i simply cant commit.&lt;br /&gt;i shan't go into it but this is how it goes anyways.&lt;br /&gt;alrrights!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna start my list of plans all over!&lt;br /&gt;this is probably for the best for me i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112410611402778662?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112410611402778662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112410611402778662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-could-show-you-to-free-field.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112408408598004826</id><published>2005-08-15T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:34:45.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you took away everything while i was staring at the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad im at home.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;im just done with a book called &lt;strong&gt;veronika decides to die&lt;/strong&gt;. this is by&lt;strong&gt; paul coelho&lt;/strong&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the alchemist&lt;/strong&gt; was a very very good book.&lt;br /&gt;so is veronika decides to die.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought of life in any other way before i read the book and now my perspective on life has like totally changed in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;gonna reapair my blog then i really have to crash!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112408408598004826?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112408408598004826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112408408598004826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-took-away-everything-while-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112391687371120603</id><published>2005-08-13T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T15:07:53.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;get busy living, or get busy dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesta sukan today!&lt;br /&gt;i had to wake up at 0530h!&lt;br /&gt;but i spent 20 mins doing my hair.&lt;br /&gt;anwyays. SNG1 didnt make it into round 2.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S ALRIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;even though im a little teeney weeney bit disappointed i wouldnt give this experience for anything else!&lt;br /&gt;and im very very sure we could have gone through but... i dont know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;im not saying we didnt do our best.&lt;br /&gt;but all of us could learn from today's mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;this is only a carnival anyways!&lt;br /&gt;team mates did a total fab job.&lt;br /&gt;goodwork everyone!&lt;br /&gt;off to bathe!&lt;br /&gt;then im gonna crash&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112391687371120603?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112391687371120603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112391687371120603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/08/get-busy-living-or-get-busy-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112356326718304462</id><published>2005-08-09T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:00:07.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm not okay, this i promise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day today!&lt;br /&gt;performance was alright but i have a feeling that no one in the audience enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;went to find siggy after that!&lt;br /&gt;she was selling her STUFF with jaime, jialing, yulin and germaine.&lt;br /&gt;hung around and just yakked and yakked.&lt;br /&gt;swimming plans at jaime's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/CIMG1790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/200/CIMG1790.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the BIGGGG balloon i brought back. just compare it to the average size balloons. I SIMPLY LOVEEE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/1600/CIMG1793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/363/200/CIMG1793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one of my hammies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. it's my sister's birthday today too!&lt;br /&gt;so happy birthday you oldie!&lt;br /&gt;ive been reading this book called the alchemist by paul coelho or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;it's has some darn meaningful stuff wich makes me feel like copying it all down cos it's just so right.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should do that.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;okk. ive go more pictures of my balloons!&lt;br /&gt;shall upload them and the increasing number of other photo files i have really soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112356326718304462?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112356326718304462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112356326718304462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-not-okay-this-i-promise-national.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112351009709558656</id><published>2005-08-08T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:08:17.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly joan really makes my day!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;love that girl!&lt;br /&gt;we've got really BIGGG and GIGANTIC plans for the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;uh huh!&lt;br /&gt;can't you hear the hot guys calling out to you.&lt;br /&gt;i think im going mad with excitement soon.&lt;br /&gt;and to dampen my spirits i simply have to say that i HATE shows with zombies in it.&lt;br /&gt;hello? it isnt even scary.&lt;br /&gt;ive enough of shows like 28 days later, dawn of the dead and dumb zombies shows.&lt;br /&gt;they're arent even scary!!&lt;br /&gt;just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;BIG PLANS BIG PLANS!&lt;br /&gt;ok. im happy again!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112351009709558656?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112351009709558656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112351009709558656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/08/ill-keep-you-my-dirty-little-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112347777946637340</id><published>2005-08-08T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T13:09:39.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOP!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights. went there yesterday with loo jeanne mel jan mich and rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;queued for what seemed like gezillion years.&lt;br /&gt;it was really great though!! i simply LOVE delirious!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;anyways i cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;the cabbie was asking which direction he should head for. then i said in chinese,"turn left."&lt;br /&gt;cabbie: (in english) you mean turn left?&lt;br /&gt;me: erm.. ya&lt;br /&gt;cabbie: are you chinese?&lt;br /&gt;me: ERM.. YA?!?&lt;br /&gt;i think he thought i was from china or something?&lt;br /&gt;after that i kept switching from using chinese and english cos i had no idea what language he could understand.&lt;br /&gt;twas really weird!&lt;br /&gt;today sucked so badly! and im so not liking mrs tian now.&lt;br /&gt;grah!&lt;br /&gt;stuff to figure out!&lt;br /&gt;off i go :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112347777946637340?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112347777946637340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112347777946637340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-end-fop-alrights.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112331169491517798</id><published>2005-08-06T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T15:01:34.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I saw your crime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dying to get high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two of a kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beats all hands tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been sitting in front of the com since like 10 plus trying to retrieve all my songs.&lt;br /&gt;grah! my eyes are dying out on me.&lt;br /&gt;anyways caught &lt;strong&gt;charlie and the chocolate factory&lt;/strong&gt; with darling chuyan yesterday. it's a very very nice show!&lt;br /&gt;i thought the oompa loompas were amazingly funny and they show was yummylicious.&lt;br /&gt;johnny depp was a bit... weird. i still like him though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;lunched too!&lt;br /&gt;we were totally guilty with huge bellies :/&lt;br /&gt;left for bugis like 7+ and chuyan went home!&lt;br /&gt;finally got some shopping done! :D&lt;br /&gt;got this belt and a adidas top.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i had to pay for them myself.&lt;br /&gt;got home pretty late like 11.&lt;br /&gt;the worse part was that i was still in my school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;yucks yucks.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;and im still quite worried for national day.&lt;br /&gt;what are we gonna do man! impromtu?&lt;br /&gt;-gulps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112331169491517798?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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heart that will lead you to deceiving &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the pain held in your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hands are shaking cold &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hands are mine to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's hacking into my acct!&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt really matter anyways i think.&lt;br /&gt;the weather today was totally fabulous but i so do not like the wet ground.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;headed to sakae with chuyan and cha after trng.&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;someone just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;im never touching sushi for a good three months.&lt;br /&gt;we tried really disgusting sushi too.&lt;br /&gt;like green fish eggs and this stringy grassy thing, and many others!&lt;br /&gt;puke!&lt;br /&gt;but then again i only ate 2, chuyan ate 3 and poor cha ate 4!&lt;br /&gt;okk. everybody's heading to JB tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;killer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112315425202571528?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112315425202571528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112315425202571528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-day-when-youve-lost-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112307095331280912</id><published>2005-08-03T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:09:13.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112307095331280912?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112307095331280912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112307095331280912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112297054317985603</id><published>2005-08-02T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T16:15:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tell me all that you've thrown away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find out games you don't wanna play &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the only one that needs to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was considerably laughable but i was feeling very very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness there wasn't lit or i swear i would have dozed off immediately.&lt;br /&gt;anyways had a conversation with siggy during chem.&lt;br /&gt;ive finally realised that i never want to grow old or live through the process of dying.&lt;br /&gt;death's fine but not dying.&lt;br /&gt;get the difference?&lt;br /&gt;but it's freaking sad to think of growing old and dying when i'm only like 15.&lt;br /&gt;imagine when im 30 or 40. i don't think i'll be able to accept myself, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;okk. happy thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;recess was fun!&lt;br /&gt;a few of us were very amused and intruiged by plates and cups zooming round the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;kell was even holding her bowl.&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;and together with siggy, teresa, char, shan, kell and i, we finally got our connexio photo taken after like gezillion shots.&lt;br /&gt;the mits pple didnt want to let us delete the "ugly" photos for god knows what reason.&lt;br /&gt;someone would supposedly choose the best photo.&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever!&lt;br /&gt;ive got stuff to do for once :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112297054317985603?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112297054317985603'/><link 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this city down to show you the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. i wonder who could have possibly blogged that since almost everyone has my password but i have a strong feeling that it's teresa.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;to all who had to see my "black" face yesterday and hearing me grumble and take all my dumb shit, sorry for being such a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;there's simply been too much going on recently and "simple minded" me simply couldnt take it.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, no dance class today! and the week after!&lt;br /&gt;hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;i still have yet to find a way to transfer all my songs from my ipod to my pc.&lt;br /&gt;this is kinda irritating actually.&lt;br /&gt;off to find a solution.&lt;br /&gt;shucks. this reminds me the song there's no solution.&lt;br /&gt;how very encouraging :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112269239606920316?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112269239606920316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112269239606920316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/07/are-we-growing-up-or-just-going-down.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112263795060029785</id><published>2005-07-29T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T19:52:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HELLO CHLOE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I KNOW YOU MISS ME ALOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;DONT YOU DONT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;your crush :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112263795060029785?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112263795060029785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112263795060029785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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received the virus. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i've got a new and better spyware dectector now.&lt;br /&gt;i was totally wiped out today.&lt;br /&gt;stupid mrs sng.&lt;br /&gt;i think she called our class rotten then said that we have a reputation to mantain.&lt;br /&gt;then she lectured me on sleeping only after her lesson was over. &lt;br /&gt;GREAT TEACHER.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was somehow great.&lt;br /&gt;even remedial was great.&lt;br /&gt;but someone really had to spoil my day.&lt;br /&gt;i really have to metion this cos i was bloody upset and considerably pissed off though nothing insulting was said.&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty distracted after that. kept calling wrong names which was quite embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NEVER MIND.&lt;br /&gt;i still have no wish to talk to them ever again.&lt;br /&gt;and i found out i may not be dumb after all.&lt;br /&gt;which was really quite upsetting at first. but all's good now!&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to all those who were so encouraging! love you guys 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589848.post-112229823735388171</id><published>2005-07-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:30:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Anyone can see my every flaw. &lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard. &lt;br /&gt;Anyone can say they're above this all. &lt;br /&gt;It takes my pain away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;ok. i just got home.&lt;br /&gt;i havent showered or anything but i am obviously planning to really soon.&lt;br /&gt;the day was pretty good today actually. mrs soh didnt throw us much homework. i even managed to complete it before i left for netball.&lt;br /&gt;zhuang was in a relatively good mood today&lt;br /&gt;and i dont really give a damn about sng.&lt;br /&gt;SO IT WAS REALLY GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;training was super duper sleepy for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;which leads me back to," CLAIRE LEONG! STUPID GIRL. YOU DIDNT REPLY MEEE!"&lt;br /&gt;ok. that doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;chuyan cha and i planned on going to pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;i know kelly was so jealous and drooling.l&lt;br /&gt;but we headed to edo sushi after all. it was more worth it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;-burps out soft shell crab breath&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;yakked alot to cha. chuyan was just listening while i went on about how mad i was.&lt;br /&gt;talked more about church. it made me feel much better after that.&lt;br /&gt;phew!&lt;br /&gt;anyways. if anyone was wondering why teresa's name is in big capitals let me just say she changed it herself. read her blog for more info!&lt;br /&gt;that girl's quite silly actually.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;AND OFF I GO!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112229823735388171?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;this may sound weird but im really starting to like backstreet boys.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. there has been a gezillion of things going on recently and it's been keeping me irritated and really quite distracted.&lt;br /&gt;but im still HAPPY and GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna ever bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;dance class later. how boring!!&lt;br /&gt;well maybe except for the dumb class. it's so in the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112209060440228373?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112209060440228373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112209060440228373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112182278348967721?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112182278348967721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112182278348967721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-chloe-were-in-infinty-lab-now-im.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112168801725066777</id><published>2005-07-18T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:00:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;But never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today 3 blood vessels in my heart totally exploded.&lt;br /&gt;i was really fuming.&lt;br /&gt;to add to that i really really loathe people who talk in whispers. &lt;br /&gt;it gets on my nerves big time.&lt;br /&gt;ALSO. joanna koh is a total loser.&lt;br /&gt;get a life man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112168801725066777?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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anyways. and!! im starting to have eyebags. something ive never ever had before. damnit!&lt;br /&gt;finally got to know our com memebers of netball 05-06. kinda expected actually so not much of a surprise i guess.&lt;br /&gt;caught fantastic 4 after that. i wanted to go celebrate or something but no one seemed interested. not even our dearest captain yiwei. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;so the movie date became a romantic private date of chuyan's and mine.&lt;br /&gt;got a ride from celestia's parents cos we found out they were going to watch fantastic 4 too! but we caught it at diff time slots.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. so much for my big plans of showering celestia with popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! chris evans is like how funny and cute.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;jessica alba's hot too.&lt;br /&gt;jeanne. arent you so regretting that you didnt come with us? :D&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. have i mentioned that i cut my ankle today??!!!?? blood was flowing all the way to my toes and brave me did not cry.&lt;br /&gt;i think ive made 2 wrong decisions today.&lt;br /&gt;yes, im so regretting and i dont know what to do :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112143907834774249?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112143907834774249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112143907834774249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/07/addicted-to-champagne-supernova-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527998717134343681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6589848.post-112134239127967541</id><published>2005-07-14T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:59:51.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In honesty &lt;br /&gt;It's been a while&lt;br /&gt;Since we had reason left to smile&lt;br /&gt;Hello sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's been GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe not the chem test i took today.&lt;br /&gt;it was already going all downhill right from the start. i guessed 3 out of 5 mcqs and 2's alrdy wrong! -gulps&lt;br /&gt;it was really no point studying yesterday i realised.&lt;br /&gt;happy thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;bestfriend eliza! was talking to her after trng on wed. she started talking about our p5 and p6 days. oh mann. i really miss that girl now that i think about it. she remembers that i wrote in the year book ,"bestest of friends". woohoo!! thoughts like this give me a warm fuzzy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i think ive been catching up with loads of "older" friends this year. i mean everyone have surely been through the losing and gaining part.&lt;br /&gt;but even though ive kinda drifted from some friends, LIFE'S STILL GREAT FOR ME!! everything's just the start.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO SUNSHINE! &lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6589848-112134239127967541?l=shutters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112134239127967541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589848/posts/default/112134239127967541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutters-.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-honesty-its-been-while-since-we-had.html' 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