<?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-10931812</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:13:45.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakaway`</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-117648254403601062</id><published>2007-04-13T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:42:24.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKEND HULA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;byebye lovely locks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/404195/P1010130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/637707/P1010130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hello &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cyborg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hair.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/47164/P1030959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/174396/P1030959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/175748/P1030966.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/175748/P1030966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/960998/P1030966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's FRIDAY the 13th! :D oh hahaha, what's with the smiley. oh yea, SJI visit was, erm i should not comment, all i can say is some sec 2 guy attempted to murder me during the captain's ball game when he chopped my neck and punched my face real hard.&lt;br /&gt;So it's NAPFA run tmr, oh finally, like i'll just run and run and get over it and run for the pratas&lt;br /&gt;at jalan kayu after that, or maybe not, since i'm sooooo fat alr. oh well, whatever it is, i'm gonna mug tmr and i wanna check out the trolley-bag at Zfencing! (: heh. i called them, it's 161 bucks while jul's one is 110 only, but i'd only be receiving it a mnth later, well i think i'll stick on to the latter. OH, AND I CHOP OF MY "GOLDI-LOCKS"! Havent anyone realised? it's like almost 6-5inches, serious! So no more "Barbie/Princess hair" (as how Kimmy would say it) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm gonggong-concluded (inside joke) about my new haircut!&lt;br /&gt;1.) I look 10 years younger, okay fine not 10 years but just i look 16 instead of 26 now.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I look like the eccentric woman, Im Soo-jung, from the cyborg show which i wasted 9.50 bucks on.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I look taller and skinner! (as if!)&lt;br /&gt;4.) I look more like a OLN/OLGC girl instead of an SJCian.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I save 2 scoops of shampoo whenever i wash my hair now.&lt;br /&gt;6.) I take 1 instead of 10 minutes to blow dry my hair.&lt;br /&gt;7.) I can't make my hair into my favourite char-siew bun shape anymore, or siew mai shape.&lt;br /&gt;8.) I've hopped from being the longest hair &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOMAN&lt;/span&gt; to the shortest hair &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GIRL&lt;/span&gt; within my clique.&lt;br /&gt;9.) I no longer slap people with my ex-long ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;10.) My pony tail is as puny as a chicken nugget now. okay, bad example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-117648254403601062?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/117648254403601062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=117648254403601062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/117648254403601062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/117648254403601062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-hula_13.html' title='WEEKEND HULA!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-117570109148033749</id><published>2007-04-04T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:57:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY LORD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH GOODNESS, I GUESS BLOGGER'S PLAYING THE WORLD'S GREATEST PRANK ON ME. I COULDN'T LOG ON TO BLOGGER FOR THE WHOLE MNTH! DAMN ASS IRRITATING! ): OH WELL, NOW THAT I CAN, I GUESS I'VE GOT LOTS AND LOTS TO TALK ABT, WATCH ME! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;firstly, let's start off where we stopped. erm, which is like feb? hah! okay, i think i'd stick on to more significant things. Well, one of the things which i can remember happening in March was doing really badly for my physics, like 28%??!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fine, let's just stick to the more recent stuff. oh just that day while queueing up at Watson's, this lady and her boyfriend happily bought a box of Durex Tingle condoms, which apparently JamieL said it has spiky stuff along the sides; ouchhhhh! Then yewleng was also saying, she happen to see this Durex ad that read smth like this,"To all using Durex's competitors' products, Happy Father's Day" :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, enough of condoms, i've got to talk abt Mon &amp;amp; Tues matches! woa, i never knew i could hate someone that much, okay not one, but a few. they disgust people. yuck. okay, i did badly for both my events, i mean what's new?! ): OH! AND I SAW THIS CUTE SABREUR GUY, which i happen not to know his name, but oh well, how many cute guys can you find in fencing, so i guess it's obivious who's cute! (: after the comp yesterday, i was just thinking of opting for foil instead but when i did scoring for the boy's foil i decided to drop the idea, try it for yourself and you'll know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH AND I WANT THAT FENCING TROLLEY BAG! THE LOAD'S KILLING MY SHOULDER! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it me or do i feel like we're all drifting apart, right from the start who tore us all apart? oh was it that we just never really cared? i guess this time, it's not a just-me-thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-117570109148033749?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/117570109148033749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=117570109148033749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/117570109148033749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/117570109148033749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-my-lord.html' title='OH MY LORD!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-117207672755047828</id><published>2007-02-22T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:52:07.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO ALL! it's wednesday! okay, no big deal BUT I'M SUPER HAPPY TODAY! YIPEE! hahaha, ask me why and i'll tell you! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, let's talk abt &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CNY.&lt;/span&gt; it's was trashy! both my parents were tied up at work, so my ang-baos shrinked majorly this year! ): then, i went out my ultimate bitch partner, we were heading to the beach but it rained and we werent in the mood any more, so we watched EPIC MOVIE! not fantastic i would say, but it's still quite funny! OH! &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;NATIONAL MUSEUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; me and ping unknowingly explored the place and we had FREE admission! (: woohoo~ and and and, that place is so pretty, serious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright, there's mission tmr, gonna bed now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;photos agn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/324486/P1020879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/972031/P1020879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/219778/P1020910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/376456/P1020910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/782512/P1020863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/85553/P1020863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/282828/P1020895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/180077/P1020895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/797453/P1020882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/559981/P1020882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : MR JUSTIN CRETTON WANTS HIS NAME HERE.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s : THERE'S ONLY 97 MORE DAYS TO CHINESE O-LEVELS!&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.s : DID I FOUND A SUPER-DUPER IDEAL NEW NICK FOR MY PUYAN? DUMB BLONDE IT IS. (: [inside joke.]&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.p.s : I DID MY CHINESE ASSESSMENT TODAY!!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-117207672755047828?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/117207672755047828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=117207672755047828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/117207672755047828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/117207672755047828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-happy.html' title='I AM SO HAPPY!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-117103993869581283</id><published>2007-02-09T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:20:01.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY + LAZY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt; ah, it's been a while since i blogged. i was really busy, busy being lazy! ): i dont know, but i guess as compared to my mugger friends, i'm really LAZY! okay, updates of my life (okay, not really updates, those happenings are like 1/2 weeks ago?)! gonna post the photos up, dont really wanna elaborate, so infer from the photos okay! (: lots of unglam photos okay, so shut up!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/109112/CIMG8269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/125698/CIMG8269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/479853/CIMG8304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/370389/CIMG8304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/15292/CIMG8293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/187691/CIMG8293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/644775/CIMG8289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/344046/CIMG8289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/665459/PHOT0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/538031/PHOT0428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/83163/CIMG8275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/385881/CIMG8275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/891103/PHOT0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/608151/PHOT0454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/543175/P1020642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/82834/P1020642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/80789/P1020637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/256724/P1020637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/972325/P1020607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/906949/P1020607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read her bog and good for you, she still cares and I'm sure you do too. Thanks for leaving behind those fond memories that we've spent together, but you left scars too. Your departure has taught me to grow, from being a naive youth to one that truly understands love. Now I stand neutral and wonder if what I felt towards you was it even love or just mere infatuation, thinking about it, was I too silly? Now, I'd never want to know, to know if you had liked me that teeny weeny bit, no I don't. I thought when you left, I wouldn't be able to eat, to sleep or to even go back on track, but no, I slept well, ate well and was even better than before. It's then I realized that I can live without you; my world does not revolve around your existence. I guess those tears that I've shed was when I missed you, were just tears of a friend, of a *******. I'm making a clean start in my life now, and you're not part of my plan anymore, sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohhhhh, it's Alex Golubev's 31st B'day, Happy Birthday in Kuwait! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time for bed, time to erase everything about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-117103993869581283?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/117103993869581283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=117103993869581283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/117103993869581283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/117103993869581283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-lazy.html' title='BUSY + LAZY!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-117060329476100926</id><published>2007-02-04T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:40:10.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>until i get over you.</title><content type='html'>Woke up today thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Another night that I made my way through&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams still left in my mind&lt;br /&gt;But they can never come true&lt;br /&gt;I press rewind and remember when&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I'm with you again&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I can still feel the pain, every time I hear your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun won't shine since you went away&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the rain's falling every day&lt;br /&gt;There's just one heart, where there once was two&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way it's gotta be,'til I get over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked through the park, in the evening air&lt;br /&gt;I heard a voice and I thought you were there&lt;br /&gt;I run away but I just can't escape&lt;br /&gt;Memories of you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;They say that time will dry the tears&lt;br /&gt;But true love burns for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Give my tomorrows for one yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Just to know that I could have you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this river of tears stop falling&lt;br /&gt;Where can I run so I won't feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Can't walk away when the pain keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotta take it from here on my own&lt;br /&gt;But it's so hard to let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-117060329476100926?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/117060329476100926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=117060329476100926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/117060329476100926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/117060329476100926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2007/02/until-i-get-over-you.html' title='until i get over you.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116982849538670933</id><published>2007-01-26T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:21:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this whole week have been hell busy for me! argh, speaking of which, i feel like sleeping now! (: heh, alright, let's see, we painted Mark Chan's hoomroom! yeah, like finally after soooooooo long. it was kind of disastrous though, but whatever. then i had my usual trngs + tuitons + yoga, BUT GUESS WHAT!!??!? I'M GOING TO THE BEACH TMR! yeah!!! it's been soooooooo long since i've beach-ed, i'm in need of serious tanning. but before that, i'm going down to the dentist, i'm going for CNY colours this mnth, red + orange! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/51605/jude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh please, JUDE LAW IS &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT HOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT HOT HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look, how many fathers in this world can look so cute with their damn ass kids around? ah! i didnt know he's a father of 3. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright, think i'd better stop dreaming, gonna meet Mr Law now in dreamland! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did you send another one down when you know i'm almost over him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116982849538670933?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116982849538670933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116982849538670933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116982849538670933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116982849538670933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2007/01/busy-week.html' title='busy week!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116939605360565503</id><published>2007-01-21T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:23:55.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottled up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was Fencing Novices team event Day, teamed up with Audrey and Kim, overall, i would say we did very well, really, with the score of 44-45 against Ngee Ann. So sorry that i lost the last pt, i was pretty upset, i've been waiting for this for so long. But still, even if i've won the last pt, we wouldnt win in the end, you know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never expected things to turn out like that, maybe you all dont know, but i really dont like it. What bothers me is the way you all go to the extend just to get whatever you want. If you've wanted it that way ever since, then dont put on a show for me to see. Seriously, i thought we were friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116939605360565503?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116939605360565503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116939605360565503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116939605360565503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116939605360565503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2007/01/bottled-up.html' title='bottled up'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116852939932767344</id><published>2007-01-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:38:55.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me doubt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/408100/deviant%20art%2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;the missing puzzle of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/970136/deviant%20art%2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/667756/deviant%20art%2016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/970136/deviant%20art%2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever had this feeling where you feel that no one can ever or will ever understand how you feel no matter how close they are to you? I have. Have you ever felt like stabbing your own sister to death or wish that they would marry the world's ugliest man (which she is going to anw)? I have. My relationship with this group of people called, family, is extremely weird, and there isn't a word in my dictionary to describe that. On some days, i feel like the world's most blessed kid God has ever created and I'd be extremely grateful to have such a supportive family that i'd even pray for such blessings before i sleep. Then, on some other days, i'd feel like satan's in control of my world and that people living in this place called "home" never seem to understand me, care for me. And trust me, i've been to the extend of throwing stuff right at their faces, it's worst than living hell. This is what i meant, my love/hate relationship with my family, it's under that kind of immature and lack of understanding that my feelings grew that way, go ahead and call me childish, cause i am, but what you dont know is where i stand and how I feel. My dear, i've been through it all. If I could count my tears, I think it would have long ago flooded the whole of Singapore. Having lived in this world for 15yrs++, the love/hate feeling with my family, is the biggest contridiction of my life. I think I've finally grown into a young lady now that i understand how to sort out my feelings, but there's one thing for sure, that is I've lost something called sisterhood on the process of growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116852939932767344?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116852939932767344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116852939932767344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116852939932767344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116852939932767344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-make-me-doubt.html' title='you make me doubt.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116810925338035442</id><published>2007-01-07T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T02:50:56.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jermaine's birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN, JERMAINE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/605396/P1010949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/186177/P1010949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the family that was once very very close to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/902061/P1010933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/111967/P1010933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/902061/P1010933.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/728859/P1010948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/739942/P1010948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/270001/P1010946.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/728859/P1010948.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kill me and i'll still put this photo up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/440044/P1010942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/200/721950/P1010942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for jer's birthday party today, met up with old friends like sheryl, amanda, jocelyn and peixuan! it's been a long time eh. oh wells, bought accessories from topshop! oh, and nichola sent me this really sad stef sun's song, it's chinese, but it's so sad! i'm serious, but i dont think i can put lyrics up cause my computer is a chinese disabled one. ):&lt;br /&gt;oh, i have to say something really personal here. Remember i said that one of my new year resolutions was to be nice to everyone? well, i seriously cant live up to that anymore, it's not like i'm giving up on this resolution or what, but it's just so so so hard to carry on. i've already tried my best, and it really pisses me off to see her like that. @#?$^!!! what's wrong with her?!? argh! someone please please help me! ):&lt;br /&gt;bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116810925338035442?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116810925338035442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116810925338035442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116810925338035442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116810925338035442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2007/01/jermaines-birthday.html' title='jermaine&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116783970306593821</id><published>2007-01-03T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:55:03.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello All!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's the First Day of School! woohoo, new school year! Hahaha, i dont know why, but yea, i'm just pretty excited! (: How sad is it to know that it's our last year in SJC! awww! But this year would be a super-duper-mega-ultra STRESSFUL year! Hopefully everything goes well! alright, gonna sleep now. tata! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116783970306593821?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116783970306593821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116783970306593821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116783970306593821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116783970306593821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-in-school.html' title='First day in school.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116715587300842356</id><published>2006-12-27T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:57:53.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COUSINS' DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Miss Pouty Lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/874297/P1010561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/589263/P1010561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Miss Know-It-All&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/711580/P1010576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/195467/P1010576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEY ALL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was a ALL-COUSINS day for me! (: hahaha, i really love the little ones in my family. anyway, they're all just staying above my unit, hahaha. So Krystaliz &amp; Xuan came down to play today. OH GOSH, Krys is soooooo CUTE! she can pout okay! Xuan came down to do some colouring. oh well, i &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;really miss my childhood days, it's not like i've long past that stage, but it's just that i'm never going back to those time ever agn. Thank god for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KIDS CENTRAL,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CARTOON NETWORK,&lt;/span&gt; DISNEY CHANNEL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&amp;amp; NICKELODEON!&lt;/span&gt; (even though my mummy has cancelled the cable subscription for these channels due to me watching too much cartoon, i'm serious!) oh well, i've still got free&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; KIDS CENTRAL!&lt;/span&gt; oh, did i mention that i'm dead &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BROKE!&lt;/span&gt; yes i am, that's why im stopping shopping till i've earn enough cash, and now, i'm still trying to figure out how to earn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;big bucks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till then, tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116715587300842356?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116715587300842356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116715587300842356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116715587300842356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116715587300842356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/12/cousins-day.html' title='COUSINS&apos; DAY'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116706108532257404</id><published>2006-12-25T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:38:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so yesterday was a blast/mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's fun to be around with your loved ones. (: so eventually, we were snow-bombed yesterday in town! argh, i dont really mind that unless you are the ones that were spraying it directly on my face! damn those people and those perverts that were touching other people's asses! how sickening. anyway, christmas this year wasnt really a wow-wow, cause the family gathering was cancelled. unlike every year, this year is so quiet and mr comfy bed was my company. but still, it's a blessing to celebrate xmas! going off now! gonna do amaths! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*pictures another day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;was it our fault to watch you wander away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116706108532257404?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116706108532257404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116706108532257404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116706108532257404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116706108532257404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116681286545901933</id><published>2006-12-23T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:43:49.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coach's online! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/409217/P1010196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/996341/P1010196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/277408/P1010217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/587397/P1010235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/806350/P1010235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to vivocity today. no wait, let me talk about about my really really horrendous&lt;br /&gt;menstrual cramps first. OH GOODNESS! i jackpot-ed in the morning, it was alright until until my faithful tuition time! ahhh, madness! okay, enough of that. so i went to vivo after signing up for the yoga class with jay. bought this necklace from F21. (: and FOOD from marks and spencer, YUM! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, and guess who's online? ALEX GOULBEV! yeah, finally he's online. (: he's so cute, he takes approximately 1 min type a sentence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, gonna go off now! tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116681286545901933?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116681286545901933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116681286545901933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116681286545901933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116681286545901933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/12/coachs-online.html' title='coach&apos;s online! (:'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116671759652532826</id><published>2006-12-21T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:17:20.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bang bangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang bangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/372320/P1010154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/591411/P1010154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there, i finally decided on bangs. i kind of like it though. tell me if i look weird okay.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/621731/77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/606368/77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/515849/210944.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, caught the holiday with jamie, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD, JUDE LAW IS HOT HOT HOT! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the movie was so sweetbitter, i prefer the cameron-jude love story more than the kate-jack one. (: anyway, i had my first chem + phys tuition today, it wasnt that bad afterall. (: i'm up for another a/e maths tution tmr morining. how sweet. ): well, i'm gonna sign up for the yoga class tmr with jamie. yipee! (: oh, i'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; left with chem hmwk and 30 chinese newspaper cutting and 2 chinese assessment books, all untouched! (: well, somehow i'm gonna find my way to finish that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tata! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116671759652532826?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116671759652532826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116671759652532826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116671759652532826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116671759652532826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/12/bang-bangs.html' title='bang bangs'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116646616693800025</id><published>2006-12-19T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:29:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mango shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/603991/P1010045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/8194/P1010045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/672721/P1010037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/931830/P1010041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;priya and i had a shopping spree today! okay, not really a wow wow spree, but yea, &lt;strong&gt;shopping! &lt;/strong&gt;so i bought two pair of heels and tops from mango. in total, i spent 143 bucks for the past three days. that's within budget, good! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've finally got myself a private chem tutor, rejoice! she'll be coming on thurs, there, the start of my misery. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, the hols are ending = school's starting, which also mean stress! yea, try juggling between 5 tuitions, 4 trngs(fencing), 1 trng(taekwondo), 1 (yoga) class a week and you get one mad KAILING! ): i'm think i'll be cutting down on fencing trngs though, we'll see how when coach comes back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright, gonna sleep now! i've got a/e maths tuition at 10AM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116646616693800025?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116646616693800025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116646616693800025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116646616693800025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116646616693800025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/12/mango-shopping.html' title='mango shopping!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116594077457339261</id><published>2006-12-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:26:15.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my long awaited medal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOOD DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, here it is, my long long long awaited medal. i've waited for like some 2 to 3 years?!?! and finally, there, my first fencing medal! yea, even though it's a silver and it's only a raffles invitational, still, we did our best! and i'm also quite pleased with my individual results - (only after the prelimnary round, cause i kind of screwed up the round robin)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the silver medal, team work it is, we were helping each other to spot mistakes and all, it's that kind of thing i never did with my other teams. at the end of the game, the wasnt any sour feelings or anything bad feelings, it was just like for once, i felt i contributed with what i could. and to me, that was already a win. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we also had friendly against the other rjc team that comprised of national epeeists. we were all beat! so we just fence at our most relax-ed mood, we did well! hahaha, we won with 45-39. (they were nice people, they lent us a mask!) (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright, that's all i'm gonna say, gonna play indoor badminton with my sissy. i think i'm staying home tmr to tidy up my table after tuition. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/144894/P1000939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/718536/P1000939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/237741/P1000943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/599253/P1000943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/553667/P1000938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/603010/P1000938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116594077457339261?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116594077457339261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116594077457339261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116594077457339261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116594077457339261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-long-awaited-medal.html' title='my long awaited medal'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116559011586562575</id><published>2006-12-08T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:01:55.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the i-dont-have-the-mood day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALOHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm back from bangkok. well actually that was like 3 days ago, but i was just wayyyyy too lazy to blog it. after shopping like mad in bangkok, i conclude that their stuff there are wayyy too cheap! clothes and accessories are a must-buy, but not for shoes (unless you have super weird-ass taste). I'VE GOT BAD BAD NEWS, I GOT BITTEN BY BED BUGS! @?%#! it was really bad at first, but after going to the doctor, i'm doing better now. THANK GOD! (: oh, i've got taekwondo friendly tmr, and i've made up my mind, i'm not going for grading. alright, gonna watch the asian games now! TATA! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116559011586562575?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116559011586562575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116559011586562575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116559011586562575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116559011586562575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-have-mood-day.html' title='the i-dont-have-the-mood day'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116490541274938841</id><published>2006-12-01T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:00:44.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off to THAILAND! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;weeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm leaving for Bangkok tmr! yeah, shopping time it means. and guess what? my flight is at 8.15 am, which means i got to be at the airport by 6am but i'm still here at 12.44am! (: anyway, doubt i'd be sleeping much, not to worry, i woke up at 4pm today, slept for 14 hours alr. that's enough. i'll be back on the 5th, that's like 5 days. oh, and i just realise that only the woman's foilists will be going for the asian games this year. and i'm sure they'll do well, they're waaaaayyyy too good. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright, off to bed! tata! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116490541274938841?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116490541274938841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116490541274938841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116490541274938841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116490541274938841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/12/off-to-thailand.html' title='off to THAILAND! (:'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116462537766953432</id><published>2006-11-27T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:08:06.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's raining love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TADAAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEW SKIN! diy-ed it. i love the pic. well, i'll be having trng agn tmr. ): how sad. hah, but ive got to train hard, cause im like so lousy! ): so on saturday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss jamie and i were being two KAY-POHS. we dropped by at siwing's workplace, and since we were both having really bad blisters all over (i really mean ALL OVER) our feet, we stayed in the shop till 7.30pm! that's long okay. well, i did help serve the customers and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's the dressing room. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/297162/P1000139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="318" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/462132/P1000139.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/967821/P1000182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/689408/P1000182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont blame us, we were really bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/997035/P1000159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/631629/P1000159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet siwing, the shopkeeper! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/413213/P1000193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/100170/P1000193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, check out the blisters i got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(please, it's so unglam!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/455085/1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/320914/1111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, my little toe has got a blister from walking in those uncomfortable peep-toes heels. my fourth toe's splitting apart! the nail's coming off. i dont know know how it ended up like that! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/254377/P1000304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/799738/P1000304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/754319/P1000301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/320/167152/P1000301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3177/406/1600/754319/P1000301.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now these. the one on top was from fencing + taekwondo, it's been there for ages. and the other one? it BURST! got it from fencing too. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright, gonna do maths now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tata! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116462537766953432?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116462537766953432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116462537766953432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116462537766953432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116462537766953432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-raining-love.html' title='it&apos;s raining love!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116213847085828024</id><published>2006-10-29T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:14:30.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you dont know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;11.56pm&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;夜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;CALLING ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;TOPSHOP'S HAVING 50% SALE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;GO GET YOUR GRABS NOW! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, i cant believe such a man actually exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;straighten out your thoughts and think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;for i'm sick of your selfishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;you dont know how much &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116213847085828024?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116213847085828024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116213847085828024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116213847085828024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116213847085828024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-dont-know.html' title='you dont know.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-116102549163903319</id><published>2006-10-17T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:04:51.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed feelings.</title><content type='html'>17th oct.tuesday.晴.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having loads of mixed feelings and emotions lately&lt;br /&gt;don't know where to put them.&lt;br /&gt;i need help. serious help.&lt;br /&gt;everything's a mess;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow everything seems fine.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-116102549163903319?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/116102549163903319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=116102549163903319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116102549163903319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/116102549163903319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/10/mixed-feelings.html' title='mixed feelings.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-115928590216345445</id><published>2006-09-26T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:51:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think im stress! ):</title><content type='html'>STRESS!&lt;br /&gt;when i'm stress, i act swan-nish!&lt;br /&gt;hah! (:&lt;br /&gt;studying for eoys can drive me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this period of time is almost like the worst time of the year,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly everything seems like it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;life's so empty.&lt;br /&gt;now, i can only hold on to you in a glimpse.&lt;br /&gt;thank you and sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They say "life must go on," and during the day that's largely true. But when the sun sets, life again comes to a jarring halt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-115928590216345445?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/115928590216345445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=115928590216345445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115928590216345445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115928590216345445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-im-stress.html' title='i think im stress! ):'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-115787176157700428</id><published>2006-09-10T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:02:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sam</title><content type='html'>oh,&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that&lt;br /&gt;i cried through out the whole of&lt;br /&gt;the movie, ' i am sam'! ):&lt;br /&gt;it was really really sad.&lt;br /&gt;and i had like after effects!&lt;br /&gt;all the time, i was thinking about sam!&lt;br /&gt;ah, it's really sad.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to study now! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-115787176157700428?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/115787176157700428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=115787176157700428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115787176157700428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115787176157700428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-sam.html' title='i am sam'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-115782383878464843</id><published>2006-09-10T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:43:58.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh, september holidays are ending!</title><content type='html'>HEY ALL!&lt;br /&gt;it's sunday morning! hah.&lt;br /&gt;cant believe that the sept hols just slipped pass like that.ah, i dont wanna go back to school! ):&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to complete my english essay!&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;and ive got tuition tmr, and tkd. how fun huh.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i failed to complete my to-do lists!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i did like nothing at all!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ive decided to be a real good girl&lt;br /&gt;by staying home till eoys are over.&lt;br /&gt;im sure im able to do it. im sure. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see how my week went.&lt;br /&gt;other than trngs and tuition,&lt;br /&gt;STAYOVER AT YAN'S was real fun&lt;br /&gt;FORBIDDEN CITY was great!&lt;br /&gt;AND,&lt;br /&gt;PRIYA'S BIRTHDAY SURPRISE WAS SURE A BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo! (:&lt;br /&gt;at least i got to enjoy myself this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really got to starting knitting&lt;br /&gt;for MISS PARK YU-MIN! (:&lt;br /&gt;hah, yewleng you gotta helo me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright,&lt;br /&gt;off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you were a priority, was i an option?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-115782383878464843?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/115782383878464843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=115782383878464843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115782383878464843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115782383878464843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/09/gosh-september-holidays-are-ending.html' title='gosh, september holidays are ending!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-115505062581484431</id><published>2006-08-08T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:23:45.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it go.</title><content type='html'>it's just that &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt; feeling when you know that everyone sort of know what's going on, but no one speaks. no fault is all one man's fault. we're all only&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; human&lt;/span&gt;, young or old, we make mistakes. everyone's the same. so dont push the blame around like it has never been your fault, cause things might be different if we all tried a little harder. maybe we should all just remain silent and let it go. let's all go back to square one, where things were simpler, where &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt; were all &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-115505062581484431?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/115505062581484431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=115505062581484431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115505062581484431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115505062581484431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-it-go.html' title='let it go.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-115462681378273365</id><published>2006-08-04T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T01:40:13.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im just not in the mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/406/1600/P1020782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/406/320/P1020782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; MY BITCH! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning! (:&lt;br /&gt;yeah! it's finally friday. TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im sure tmr will be loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;gonna help my sister! (:&lt;br /&gt;hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had taitai tea session with my bitch just now.&lt;br /&gt;and we bought this really adorable diy stuff from taka! (:&lt;br /&gt;heh. we're still kids.&lt;br /&gt;off to bed! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-115462681378273365?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/115462681378273365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=115462681378273365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115462681378273365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115462681378273365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-just-not-in-mood.html' title='im just not in the mood.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-115417573263252881</id><published>2006-07-29T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:22:12.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get off me.</title><content type='html'>no more hellos.&lt;br /&gt;why is it that people  just cant understand me!&lt;br /&gt;maybe, it's because i dont even understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;how screwed up can this week be?!?!&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;every now and then, i'll just have to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i screamed, i laughed, i cried, i cheered, i smiled, i yelled, i bled, i wanted, i hoped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now, i just want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-115417573263252881?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/115417573263252881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=115417573263252881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115417573263252881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115417573263252881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-off-me.html' title='get off me.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-115289757173408710</id><published>2006-07-15T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:19:31.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god it's friday!</title><content type='html'>THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;everyone's saying, "woa, it's finally friday!"&lt;br /&gt;see, im not the only stressed out on these days!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was bad, like really bad.&lt;br /&gt;actually it was just the after-lessons part that was bad.&lt;br /&gt;you should know why.&lt;br /&gt;bloody asswipe.&lt;br /&gt;calling you a pea-brain will only be insults to peas!&lt;br /&gt;oh, and did i mention about the other bitch, oh bitch!&lt;br /&gt;i HATE her! like, so much. eewww.&lt;br /&gt;her face is just a huge turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, enough of talking about those freaks,&lt;br /&gt;now, back to track.&lt;br /&gt;school's been pretty hectic, packed with exams and tests!&lt;br /&gt;eewww, i HATE them!&lt;br /&gt;hah. alright, ive got trng early in the morning tmr!&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep!&lt;br /&gt;tata! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-115289757173408710?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/115289757173408710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=115289757173408710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115289757173408710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115289757173408710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='thank god it&apos;s friday!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-115244982592101332</id><published>2006-07-09T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:20:12.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK!</title><content type='html'>HELLO! (:&lt;br /&gt;me, lee and jamie went to the beach today!&lt;br /&gt;it was fun and all but seeing those fuckheads just spoils my day.&lt;br /&gt;headed down to town after that! ah! my top is gone. how sad is that! ):&lt;br /&gt;never mind, spending less is good. oh ya, did i mention that i haven been blogging? heh. i was too lazy. (: there are like tons of tests next week! ah! tests, eeeww. and cts are like round the corner, and im not prepared, at all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete these sentences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My teacher once said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailing, stop talking or i'll change your seat. actually they say it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never in my life have i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fall off a rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is none other than MISS PRIYA LEE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SHOPPING! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fun and it helps you to destress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When i'm nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really quiet. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The last time i laughed was when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me, jamie and priya were laughing at those damn ugly cheenafucks doing "yoga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My hair is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long, i think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My feet are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aching from shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was spent with joanna and priya and some really bad stuff happened. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When i turn my head left,i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my curtains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When i turn my head right, i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When i look down, i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my feets! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The craziest recent event was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brazil losing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By this time next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be mugging for prelims. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a hard time understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One time at a family gathering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little cousin fell down and knocked his head against the marble chair and had a huge lump on his head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know i like-like you if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If i won an award, the first person i'd thank is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Triangles are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three-sided figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My ideal breakfast is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waffles with ice cream! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you make me really happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'll be your friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where do you plan to visit anytime soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boys are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mean, not all, just one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd stop my wedding if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i was having flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The world could do without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;creepy crawlies. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most recent thing you've bought yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mango sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soster bought me this really nice pair of earrings while she was on holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My least favourite time of the day is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and by the way, please hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The last time i was high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was just a few hours ago, in the train, on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The last person i talked to told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to lend him my nail clippers! it's my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I shouldn't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paid for that pair of slippers myself. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last night I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was friging hell pissed with that guy who stepped on my slipper and it broke! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's this girl i know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;has a tree house, two dinning halls, two living rooms, three balconies in her house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's this guy i know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;broke up with his girlfriend when he found out that she had another &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt;! hahaha! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll tell the next person who makes me really happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i'll be her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog jiggling the bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My bedsheet is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stripey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of lacoste perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On my table, i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot alot alot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My full name is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS ADORABLE GIRL. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's some random pics from sat and sunday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-115244982592101332?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/115244982592101332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=115244982592101332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115244982592101332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/115244982592101332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back.html' title='IM BACK!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-114855626866758708</id><published>2006-05-25T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:24:28.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!</title><content type='html'>i'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;hols are like finally finally here.&lt;br /&gt;but it also means that trng resumes.&lt;br /&gt;oh no!&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i'm just glad that i get to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the mid-year sale is here!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna shop till i drop.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-114855626866758708?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/114855626866758708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=114855626866758708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/114855626866758708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/114855626866758708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-113914945874689449</id><published>2006-02-05T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:32:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>it's not my fault that i'm not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;blame the school, the training sessions;&lt;br /&gt;not me.&lt;br /&gt;i've been so damn BUSY that&lt;br /&gt;i haven been online since god knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday's the same for me except wed;&lt;br /&gt;sch, trng, home.&lt;br /&gt;it's so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;miss nicole tan is going back tmr!&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;I'LL MISS HER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i went for fs today.&lt;br /&gt;bad, it was fast and sharp.&lt;br /&gt;i frigging hell had cramps!&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;i was in pain while fencing can.&lt;br /&gt;there's 2 more competition this mth.&lt;br /&gt;horray, let's rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;we're using back the same team though.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully we can get smth.&lt;br /&gt;smth.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, off to do my Amaths now.&lt;br /&gt;tata! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-113914945874689449?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/113914945874689449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=113914945874689449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/113914945874689449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/113914945874689449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-sunday.html' title='IT&apos;S A SUNDAY'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-113742778269050297</id><published>2006-01-16T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:16:24.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;ok, this week is gonna be really busy for me.&lt;br /&gt;lessons have just started,&lt;br /&gt;it's tough but fun.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty satisfied with the teachers,&lt;br /&gt;maybe just for now.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sunday will be the team event.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kind of excited for it,&lt;br /&gt;even though the individual one sucked.&lt;br /&gt;my performance yesterday was not satisfying,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do my best, i was too nervous.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i really learnt alot yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt many techinques&lt;br /&gt;that coach have not taught.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;i just have to agree with this quote,&lt;br /&gt;"Experience is a cruel teacher,&lt;br /&gt;she gives you the test first and the lesson afterwards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rather confident with my team;&lt;br /&gt;me, weixin, chermaine and crissy.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-113742778269050297?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/113742778269050297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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REOPENS.</title><content type='html'>3rd of january.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;super sunny.&lt;br /&gt;school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;i've made them,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm no telling!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still miss 2I.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs ng is my ft,&lt;br /&gt;mr lim is my co-ft.&lt;br /&gt;well, mrs ng's not that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;school's pretty fine;&lt;br /&gt;except for those talks.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to start lessons!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still sick!!!&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;still missing those good old times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-113629881354651751?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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wholetime.&lt;br /&gt;poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;anw, sleepover was still on.&lt;br /&gt;didnt talk much.&lt;br /&gt;just slept, cause we were too tired.&lt;br /&gt;woke up, went to the police station,&lt;br /&gt;ate yoshi and went back to joanna's plce.&lt;br /&gt;we lazed ard and went back by 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, there's another week before sch starts!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damm not ready!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh no!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;next week is sure gonna be busy for me.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;gonna get uniform tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to wish everyone&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;and i want to let my two best friends know&lt;br /&gt;that no matter what happens,&lt;br /&gt;i'll stand by you.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MISS BULL AND MRS FAT LIPS.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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i guess.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not ready for school yet.&lt;br /&gt;did nth except getting the books.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a busy week.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling PMS-SY now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-113509701704276973?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/113509701704276973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=113509701704276973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/113509701704276973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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with only a jacket. HAHA. alright. JOANNA IS HAPPY WITH IT! hahaa. we're gonna have so much fun tonight! hahahah. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy!! at jo's hse now. having fun ya. just like old times. were complaining and walking up and down town all day. so damn tired la. kal spent the most!!! rich kid.. heehhe  jo spent like 70 on one jacket. and took so long to decide. soooo looong. we gonna logg off. and talkk and talkk and talkk and sleep. kals dancing on the chair. so lame. she's singing: lets twist lick dunk. like we did last summer. and doing a running action on a chair. so stoopid ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-113484229532624266?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/113484229532624266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=113484229532624266' title='0 Comments'/><link 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home all day long.&lt;br /&gt;boredom's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;screams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, we're going beaching tmr.&lt;br /&gt;me and joanna.&lt;br /&gt;hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be palawan this time.&lt;br /&gt;it's much more peaceful over there.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's smth wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;smth really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking way to much&lt;br /&gt;about unnecessary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;ahh!&lt;br /&gt;i'm pms-ing! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-113319532098582105?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/113319532098582105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was love at first sight,&lt;br /&gt;love everlasting: a feeling unknown,&lt;br /&gt;unhoped for, unexpected&lt;br /&gt;--in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness;&lt;br /&gt;it took entire possession of him, and he understood,&lt;br /&gt;with joyous amazement,&lt;br /&gt;that this was for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-113267804825840870?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/113267804825840870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=113267804825840870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tuition though.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm gonna meet kimmy after tuition.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just really bored.&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed home the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;i'm down with a bad flu.&lt;br /&gt;it's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;well, i better sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep!&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-113259111710316555?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/113259111710316555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=113259111710316555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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MILK DUDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;MILK CHOCOLATE COVERED CARAMELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, good news!!!&lt;br /&gt;mummy has finally decided&lt;br /&gt;to let me take up &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TENNIS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;WEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE MUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;TENNIS will be on saturdays,&lt;br /&gt;which means no more shopping!&lt;br /&gt;(hear that twinnie!)&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll try to get another time slot though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AND MISS KIMBERLY ANG SHALL BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MY TENNIS-CUM-FENCING PARTNER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THAT GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking if i should go tanning on wed.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;all those skin peeling agn?&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;anw, my 3-in1 tuition is starting next wk.&lt;br /&gt;3-in-1 tuition means, the same old balding tutor&lt;br /&gt;is gonna teach me amaths, emaths and pure physics!&lt;br /&gt;wow!&lt;br /&gt;he sure's gonna earn alot from me, no, i mean mummy.&lt;br /&gt;hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i kind of looking forward for the tuiton.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm still craving for those chocolates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-113250700943868448?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/113250700943868448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>I REALLY NEED HELP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OKOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;firstly, let me announce this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to the whole whole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'M IN 3FAITH!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so is joanna, yanyee and yewleng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i've got the combination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;that i've longed for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok, here's the thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i could not qualify for any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pure science at all, BUT, BUT, BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i got in into double pure science class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so my combination is pure chem, pure phys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a maths and ss/hist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;that was the combination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i have always longed for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but now the thing is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm not confident of doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i mean, out of a sudden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i feel the pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i dont know what's wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but it's just so stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;trng's 3times a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;can i cope???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;well, i'll just pray for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(of course, i'll study hard too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;off to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-113215673768827635?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/113215673768827635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=113215673768827635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/113215673768827635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/113215673768827635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-really-need-help.html' title='I REALLY NEED HELP.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-113086138690242942</id><published>2005-11-01T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T00:12:03.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FEEL HAPPY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;HERE TO UPDATE AGN.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ONLY THE 2ND DAY OF HOLS;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M MISSING 2I ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT FOR THE CLASS ARRANGEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I STAYED HOME TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S S MIRACLE!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;SO I MANAGED TO WASH MY FENCING JACKET&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT MUM'S HELP!&lt;br /&gt;HEHHEH.&lt;br /&gt;SO, I WAS ROTTING AWAY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS CHANGE IS JUST TOO SUDDEN.&lt;br /&gt;FROM A BUSY SCHDULE TO NTH-TO-DO.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOODNESS TWINNIE AND I&lt;br /&gt;ARE GOING OUT TMR.&lt;br /&gt;but,but,BUT!&lt;br /&gt;I'M BROKE!&lt;br /&gt;ALL THANKS TO THE SHOPPING SPREE&lt;br /&gt;I HAD WITH LYNNETTE KOH ON SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;HEHHEH.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THOUGH CHANCES ARE ME AND TWIN&lt;br /&gt;WOULDN'T END UP IN THE SAME CLASS,&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE THIS VERY STRONG FEELING THAT&lt;br /&gt;WE'LL STILL BE BESTIES AND TWINNIES.&lt;br /&gt;HEHHEH.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CALLED WOMAN'S 6TH SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'M FEELING HAPPY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 MINUTE AGO:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was changing text colours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 HOUR AGO:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was CURLING my hair! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 DAY AGO:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was with TWINNIE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 WEEK AGO:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was laughing away with 2I :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 YEAR AGO:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i THOUGHT true love existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 YEAR FROM NOW:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i WILL be a BETTER person. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 WEEK FROM NOW:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll go shopping everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 DAY FROM NOW:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will be wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 HOUR FROM NOW:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will be trying clothes for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 MINUTE FROM NOW:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will still be on the com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HURT:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;myself when i was using the hot curlers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everyone ard me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ESP. TWINNIE! :D WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no one. I LOVE THE WORLD! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FEAR:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;creepy crawliees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HOPE:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to have a GENIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FEEL:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy. :D wheeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HIDE:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when i fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LIE:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to get by my way&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DRIVE:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LEARNT:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that thw world ain't FAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I NEED:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to spend less! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I THINK:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of the good times i've spent with 2I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DREAM:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of BIG dreams. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all the money in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I BELIEVE:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;OKAY, I SHALL SLEEP NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'VE GOTTA BE EARLIER THAN TWIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;TATA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-113086138690242942?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/113086138690242942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=113086138690242942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/113086138690242942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/113086138690242942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-feel-happy.html' title='I FEEL HAPPY.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-112920806098592095</id><published>2005-10-13T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T20:56:19.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A TASTE OF THE FREE SENSATION1</title><content type='html'>SAM WANTS ME TO DO THIS.&lt;br /&gt;Name 5 quirky habits that nobody knows about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I TALK  TO MYSELF WHEN I'M ALONE, I MEAN, I'LL READ OUT LOUD MY NOTES, I'LL GIVE COMMENTS TO MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;2.) I SING OUT REALLY LOUD AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I DONT DRINK COFFEE.&lt;br /&gt;4.) I DONT TAKE CHILLI.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I CANT DO WITHOUT SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-112920806098592095?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/112920806098592095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=112920806098592095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112920806098592095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112920806098592095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/10/taste-of-free-sensation1.html' title='A TASTE OF THE FREE SENSATION1'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-112702847508617464</id><published>2005-09-18T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:29:15.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a time.</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;HERE TO BLOG AGN.&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE'S LIKE AROUND&lt;br /&gt;15 MORE DAYS TO EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT OUT IN THE MORN WITH NANA.&lt;br /&gt;WENT SHOPPING!!!&lt;br /&gt;SAW THIS REALLY NICE ZARA TOP;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;ME AND NANA ARE GOING FOR&lt;br /&gt;A MEGA SHOPPING SPREE AFTER EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;WENT TO BUGIS AFTER THAT.&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT LOTS OF STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is dazzling purple-&lt;br /&gt;energetic and sprightly,&lt;br /&gt;sharp and keen,&lt;br /&gt;laughing with my friends and enjoying their reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside there's another part,&lt;br /&gt;pale blue, like a blue bonnet hiding under itself-&lt;br /&gt;timid and uncertain,&lt;br /&gt;apprenhensive and nervous,&lt;br /&gt;scared to death when asked out.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they're both real,&lt;br /&gt;and they're both me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was love at first sight,&lt;br /&gt;love everlasting: a feeling unknown,&lt;br /&gt;unhoped for, unexpected--&lt;br /&gt;in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness;&lt;br /&gt;it took entire possession of him,&lt;br /&gt;and he understood,&lt;br /&gt;with joyous amazement,&lt;br /&gt;that this was for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-112702847508617464?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/112702847508617464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=112702847508617464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112702847508617464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112702847508617464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/09/once-upon-time.html' title='once upon a time.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-112446006667113320</id><published>2005-08-19T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:04:37.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM PICKING MYSELF UP ONCE AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;LALALA~&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOOOOO TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE HAD 4 TRNGS IN A WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;COACH WAS TORTURING US TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO TIRED;&lt;br /&gt;DECIDED TO CAB HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;FELL ASLEEP IN THE CAB.&lt;br /&gt;THE AUNTY COULDN'T STOP TALKING.&lt;br /&gt;SO ME AND DORCAS WERE LIKE&lt;br /&gt;GIVING EACH OTHER THE YOU-KNOW-IT LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, TMR HAVE SOME SJI VISIT.&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA BE IN SCHOOL BY 8.30!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;MY SATURDAY'S RUIN!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW, i'm really busy.&lt;br /&gt;i TAKING things one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm LEARNING TO COPE WITH&lt;br /&gt;MY BUSY SCHDULE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;SO, THINGS ARE SHUFFLING HER AND THERE.&lt;br /&gt;here's a list of things i WISH to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GET used to the three-times-a-week trng.&lt;br /&gt;*STUDY harder; rmb your aim?&lt;br /&gt;*FIX braces! :D&lt;br /&gt;*FINISH my art project&lt;br /&gt;*START on my dnt project&lt;br /&gt;*REPAIR my zen&lt;br /&gt;*PACK my room. it's in a BIG mess now.&lt;br /&gt;*GIVE myself the best treat ever&lt;br /&gt;for being so determined. :))&lt;br /&gt;*SHOP till i drop!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, hopefully by next week,&lt;br /&gt;more than half of the list will be cleared.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;i love this song.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not break the way you did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fell so hardI learned the hard way, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to never let it get that far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I learned to play on the safe side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find it hard to trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lose my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyesI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'m forced to fake a smile, a laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of youI never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of youI learned to play on the safe side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of youI find it hard to trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched you die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night in your sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was so young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the middle of the nigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the same damn thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried my hardest just to forget everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; am afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-112446006667113320?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/112446006667113320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=112446006667113320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112446006667113320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112446006667113320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-picking-myself-up-once-again.html' title='I AM PICKING MYSELF UP ONCE AGAIN.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-112394280308405708</id><published>2005-08-13T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:20:03.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD BLESS ME!</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;WENT OUT WITH THE FOURSOME TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;WAS FUN.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;WE WENT TOWN, BUGIS THEN ESPLANADE!&lt;br /&gt;WAS UBERLY FUN.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS MY 2ND FENCING COMPETITION!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I'M SCARED LA.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;NVM, I'LL JUST GIVE MY VERY BEST.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR GOD,&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PRAY FOR THIS CHILD&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS REALLY NERVOUS RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;SHE NEEDS YOU HELP AND GUIDANCE.&lt;br /&gt;GIVE HER A LITTLE BIT MORE&lt;br /&gt;CONFIDENCE AND FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;SHOWER HER WITH YOUR BESTEST BLESSINGS.&lt;br /&gt;GUIDE HER THROUGH THE WHOLE COMPETITION&lt;br /&gt;AND LET US ALL PRAY THAT SHE WILL SUCCEED.&lt;br /&gt;I THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME YOU CHILD.&lt;br /&gt;IN JESUS NAME WE SAY,&lt;br /&gt;AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS ME.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-112394280308405708?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/112394280308405708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=112394280308405708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112394280308405708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112394280308405708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/08/god-bless-me_13.html' title='GOD BLESS ME!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-112351945359411549</id><published>2005-08-09T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:44:13.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY THINK THEY KNOW.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i really wished&lt;br /&gt;i had the courage to tell you&lt;br /&gt;how i really felt.&lt;br /&gt;But, i never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, one by one,&lt;br /&gt;they gradually leave.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows who's next.&lt;br /&gt;They fear being the next one.&lt;br /&gt;But deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;no one knows how we felt&lt;br /&gt;when we saw you&lt;br /&gt;walking out of that door.&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness, unfairness..&lt;br /&gt;that's all they see in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;No one really knew.&lt;br /&gt;No one really cared.&lt;br /&gt;We tried our very best&lt;br /&gt;to salvage this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;nothing worked.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, their strength was way too great.&lt;br /&gt;You walk out of us&lt;br /&gt;like no one else's business.&lt;br /&gt;They think we dont care;&lt;br /&gt;wait till they see the scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, they leave.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a competition;&lt;br /&gt;an elimination game.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;If things could go back&lt;br /&gt;to square one;&lt;br /&gt;would you want?&lt;br /&gt;Some objected;&lt;br /&gt;other's sang to the tune.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;I have never really seen her&lt;br /&gt;smile that genuinely.&lt;br /&gt;God please bless them&lt;br /&gt;since i cant be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We werent meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love some; set them free.&lt;br /&gt;If they return; it was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;If they dont; they love was never meant ot begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-112351945359411549?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/112351945359411549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=112351945359411549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112351945359411549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112351945359411549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/08/they-think-they-know.html' title='THEY THINK THEY KNOW.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-112334637966476096</id><published>2005-08-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:42:20.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ONE SIDED WORLD.</title><content type='html'>YADADA!&lt;br /&gt;HERE TO GIVE MY&lt;br /&gt;ONCE-IN-A-WHILE POST.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, FIRSTLY, RIGHT NOW,&lt;br /&gt;AT THIS VERY MOMENT,&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL REFRAIN FROM USING&lt;br /&gt;THE CAPS LOCK.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today, foursome went tanning!&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;was uberly fun.&lt;br /&gt;the tanning session ended&lt;br /&gt;up to be a photoshoot session instead.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOWNED after that.&lt;br /&gt;we caught&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE AND THE&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE FACTORY!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;it was too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REACHED home at 11.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;today was just so fun.&lt;br /&gt;anw, did you know that&lt;br /&gt;there's this girl&lt;br /&gt;called yanyee, she kept on&lt;br /&gt;bugging me to post.&lt;br /&gt;OPPS.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FOURSOME TOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemurl&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-112334637966476096?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/112334637966476096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=112334637966476096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112334637966476096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112334637966476096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-sided-world.html' title='THE ONE SIDED WORLD.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-112092769799163105</id><published>2005-07-10T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:48:17.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS DO CHANGE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELLO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;IT'S BEEN AGES SINCE I LAST BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OK, HERE'S THE FRIGGING PROBLEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EVERYTIME I BLOG,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'LL START WITH THE SAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SENTENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BECAUSE I TAKE AGES TO UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AND I'M TOO LAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SO, WE HAD FENCING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;COMPETITION TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;IT WAS UBERLY FUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially the journey home!&lt;br /&gt;i only manage to get into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quarter finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel got &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;BRONZE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;the competition ended at 8+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me, dorcas, charis and jerm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to eat.&lt;br /&gt;cabbed hm.&lt;br /&gt;the driver is damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD SO MUCH FUN&lt;br /&gt;IN THE CAB AND AT KFC!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THINGS DO CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;SO DO PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-112092769799163105?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/112092769799163105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=112092769799163105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112092769799163105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/112092769799163105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-do-change.html' title='THINGS DO CHANGE.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111920208060085316</id><published>2005-06-20T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T01:28:00.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHER'S DAY! ((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FATHER&lt;/span&gt; DAY!&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, DAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towned today.&lt;br /&gt;me and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my sister&lt;/span&gt; bought &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PRESSIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DAD&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GRANDPA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;NICE.&lt;br /&gt;went shopping agn.&lt;br /&gt;as i have already said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHOPPING IS MY FAVOURITE SPORT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;everything thng i bought today&lt;br /&gt;was billed under my darling sister's card!&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS SUCH A &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;DARLING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a guess jacket,&lt;br /&gt;4 tops frm topshop!&lt;br /&gt;(MY SISTER BOUGHT MORE!)&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently down&lt;br /&gt;with a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BAD FLU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;BLOODY IRRITATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS REOPENING&lt;br /&gt;IN A WEEK'S TIME,&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;EVEN&lt;br /&gt;HALF WAY THROUGH&lt;br /&gt;MY HOLS ASSIGNMENTS!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;GOD SAVE ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes it's hard to keep on running.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111920208060085316?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111920208060085316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111920208060085316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111920208060085316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111920208060085316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY! ((:'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111875389757197633</id><published>2005-06-14T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T20:58:17.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WORLD IS UPSIDE DOWN.</title><content type='html'>YADADA!&lt;br /&gt;here to update agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MISS YANSIE POOPOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMANDED FOR IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.30&lt;/span&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was suppose to meet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yewleng&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;br /&gt;11.30!&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;well, i was too lazy&lt;br /&gt;to get out off bed!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, ying and i&lt;br /&gt;towned today.&lt;br /&gt;we went SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;bought lotsa stuff!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, here's something for&lt;br /&gt;you to know.&lt;br /&gt;yes, YOU!&lt;br /&gt;if you decide to call me&lt;br /&gt;stupid, please look into&lt;br /&gt;the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;you aren't any better.&lt;br /&gt;like hello? you dont&lt;br /&gt;have the rights.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't might if&lt;br /&gt;sir issac newton made&lt;br /&gt;that comment.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOT YOU, YOU AND YOU!&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES IT'S BETTER TO KEEP YOU MOUTH SHUT!&lt;br /&gt;that's all, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111875389757197633?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111875389757197633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111875389757197633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111875389757197633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111875389757197633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-world-is-upside-down.html' title='MY WORLD IS UPSIDE DOWN.'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111781472408422186</id><published>2005-06-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:09:03.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING SPREE! ((:</title><content type='html'>Friday, June 03, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to see the&lt;br /&gt;positive side of HOLS!&lt;br /&gt;which is none other then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SHOPPING" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, had &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;tuition&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;met &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt; and trained&lt;br /&gt;to town.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GREST SINGAPORE SALE PERIOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt; and i bought lotsa &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought 2 &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;edc&lt;/span&gt; tops frm esprit,&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;zara&lt;/span&gt; top, and some &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=EARTH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; products!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt; bought &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a top and 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SKIRTS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;was uber &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FUN" target="_blank"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; at 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GIRLFRIEND &lt;/span&gt;just went for a&lt;br /&gt;mole removal op.&lt;br /&gt;hope she is doing &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;LALAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;POOPOOPOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;TATA-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111781472408422186?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111781472408422186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111781472408422186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111781472408422186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111781472408422186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/06/shopping-spree.html' title='SHOPPING SPREE! ((:'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111764615642840517</id><published>2005-06-02T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T01:15:56.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere in the Middle</title><content type='html'>A journey lies ahead,&lt;br /&gt;for all teenagers today.&lt;br /&gt;A journey to adulthood,&lt;br /&gt;our youth to kiss away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we go we find ourselves&lt;br /&gt;at a truly awkaward stage.&lt;br /&gt;We're partial, unripe, sketchy and crude&lt;br /&gt;at this tender age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're old enoght to make a choice&lt;br /&gt;yet still young in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;Too young to pack our bags and go,&lt;br /&gt;too old to want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young enought for fun and games,&lt;br /&gt;too old for carefree lives.&lt;br /&gt;Young enough for hopes and dreams,&lt;br /&gt;yet for reality we strive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old enough for heartfelt pain,&lt;br /&gt;too young to find the cure.&lt;br /&gt;Too old for childish ways of past,&lt;br /&gt;too young to be mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old enough to fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;and give our hearts away.&lt;br /&gt;But, still too young to understand&lt;br /&gt;just why we fell this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trusted, loyal, proud and true&lt;br /&gt;yet scolded, sneered, scorned.&lt;br /&gt;Between the role of adult and child&lt;br /&gt;we sre somewhere torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an umcompleted work of art.&lt;br /&gt;we're awkward, unsure, half-baked.&lt;br /&gt;But be patient please&lt;br /&gt;for we're on our way&lt;br /&gt;to becoming someone great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111764615642840517?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111764615642840517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111764615642840517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111764615642840517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111764615642840517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/06/somewhere-in-middle.html' title='Somewhere in the Middle'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111756168425107696</id><published>2005-06-01T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T01:51:06.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One of Those Days</title><content type='html'>"This is the worst day of my life,"&lt;br /&gt;she says casually&lt;br /&gt;as she has a million plus times before.&lt;br /&gt;She slams the door of her room,&lt;br /&gt;blocking the outside world,&lt;br /&gt;the chaos,&lt;br /&gt;and her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is always going wrong&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing left she can do.&lt;br /&gt;"Leave me alone!"&lt;br /&gt;she yells,&lt;br /&gt;not really talking to anyone in paricular.&lt;br /&gt;She draws in a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;She inhales her troubles,&lt;br /&gt;her sorrows, her secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She exhales nothing-&lt;br /&gt;all of her feelings stay locked inside.&lt;br /&gt;She keeps them close until they consume&lt;br /&gt;her soul slowly- bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;Her angry &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MUSIC" target="_blank"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt; blasts loudly,&lt;br /&gt;heard down the streets.&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is only concerned with her troubles.&lt;br /&gt;and she can't seem to get them out of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;They stay there eating away her other thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Jumping onto her &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BED" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; and burying her head&lt;br /&gt;into her covers as deep as they can go,&lt;br /&gt;she looks back on her day, sighs,&lt;br /&gt;and get ready for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111756168425107696?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111756168425107696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111756168425107696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111756168425107696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111756168425107696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just One of Those Days'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111747339221194457</id><published>2005-05-31T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:16:32.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS ARE BORING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HELLOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'M FINALLY BLOGGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AFTER SO LONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;i've been so &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;br /&gt;the past few days!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;I GOT THE &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ZEN MIRCO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;MUM GOT ONE TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;got the &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt; one!&lt;br /&gt;mum bought the white one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i've decided to watch&lt;br /&gt;a movie wid &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr. i'm not even sure what are&lt;br /&gt;we gonna watch&lt;br /&gt;but, AT LEAST GET ME OUT&lt;br /&gt;OF THIS HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED.&lt;br /&gt;it's sis b'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;31st May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, i've gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;gonna wakey at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10.30&lt;/span&gt; tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111747339221194457?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111747339221194457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111747339221194457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111747339221194457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111747339221194457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/05/holidays-are-boring.html' title='HOLIDAYS ARE BORING!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111721446860302773</id><published>2005-05-28T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T01:27:08.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;YA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HOLS ARE FINALLY HERE;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHY AM I NOT HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=WATCH" target="_blank"&gt;watch&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;SCAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wid the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;POOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;was really &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i cant get myself&lt;br /&gt;into the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mood &lt;/span&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i seriously need&lt;br /&gt;to calm down and&lt;br /&gt;take time to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;get over&lt;/span&gt; this matter.&lt;br /&gt;dont want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i had a sudden urge&lt;br /&gt;to play &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=GOLF" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GOLF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;YAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll to going down to play&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning wid my dad&lt;br /&gt;tmr! :))&lt;br /&gt;mayb, this will make me&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; HAPPIER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BED" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111721446860302773?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111721446860302773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111721446860302773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111721446860302773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111721446860302773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/05/hols.html' title='HOLS!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111703414015445317</id><published>2005-05-25T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:25:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PROJECTS!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, 25th May, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dogs&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;donkeys&lt;/span&gt; in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;we had this really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TALK" target="_blank"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; in the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about all sort of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;mainly on value.&lt;br /&gt;it lasted for&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; 3 periods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;today was miss qiu's last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eilis and all sang the "&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;cadbury song&lt;/span&gt;";&lt;br /&gt;the edited version they came up with.&lt;br /&gt;was so &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, miss qiu &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;miss qiu's &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;departure&lt;/span&gt; means&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;arrival&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MRS SHARON HO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;which also means,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no more complaining, no more whinning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no more "stop talking girls", no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FREE" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no more going crazy during english class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;above all, no more MISS QIU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;in other words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;more homework, more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BOOKS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; to bring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;more scolding, more pressure during&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;english classes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;above all, MRS HO'S BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i can imagine life back to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;; where everyday, 2i will&lt;br /&gt;stand on the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;right side&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;br /&gt;the corridoor. greet &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MRS HO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk in quietly and settle down&lt;br /&gt;and then the class will be in total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SILENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;AHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I WANT MISS QIU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;TO STAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to even think that i hated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MISS QIU HUIXIANG&lt;/span&gt; from&lt;br /&gt;the start. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WE'LL MISS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anw, stayed back agn&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;PROJECTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much though.&lt;br /&gt;just completed the work!&lt;br /&gt;yays!&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cactus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;plant&lt;/span&gt; is dying!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;GOD SAVE IT PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;off to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BED" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;TATA-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111703414015445317?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111703414015445317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111703414015445317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111703414015445317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111703414015445317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-hate-projects_25.html' title='I HATE PROJECTS!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111694902235173227</id><published>2005-05-24T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:42:55.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i felt suffocated-</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, May 24th, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling really bad.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i realise that whenever&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling down;&lt;br /&gt;it rains.&lt;br /&gt;well, it rained today.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night,&lt;br /&gt;i did some of the sc project&lt;br /&gt;till 1.30 and slept at 3!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;napped in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hate that bitch.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, she's so FAKE.&lt;br /&gt;BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;she acts as if the whole world&lt;br /&gt;LOVES HER.&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;YUCK YUCK YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;only LYNNETTE CHAN LI QING&lt;br /&gt;will understand! :))&lt;br /&gt;thanks lynn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i've been thinking too&lt;br /&gt;much for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm by myself;&lt;br /&gt;i tend to think alot.&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;i guess things just wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;be the way it was agn.&lt;br /&gt;anw, i couldn't have stopped&lt;br /&gt;it either.&lt;br /&gt;it would happen sooner&lt;br /&gt;or later.&lt;br /&gt;it's just the matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would have to walk&lt;br /&gt;out of that door one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm off to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BED" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111694902235173227?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111694902235173227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111694902235173227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111694902235173227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111694902235173227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-felt-suffocated.html' title='i felt suffocated-'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111667892731670216</id><published>2005-05-21T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:35:27.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tanning session!</title><content type='html'>YADADA!&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;went out fer tanning&lt;br /&gt;session wid the poo-family!&lt;br /&gt;we met hazel and priss!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;mr sun came in and out;&lt;br /&gt;so we wouldn't much tanned.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i'm burned!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;we stayed by till 3.&lt;br /&gt;towned after tat.&lt;br /&gt;we went to ps&lt;br /&gt;to meet austin.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT&lt;br /&gt;MY VOODOO DOLLS BAG!&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;there's a new quilsilver&lt;br /&gt;shop there.&lt;br /&gt;and all thanks to jamie,&lt;br /&gt;i bought the bag!&lt;br /&gt;yays!&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEJAMIE!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;then we saw this&lt;br /&gt;really nice bag at nike.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damn gonna&lt;br /&gt;get it!&lt;br /&gt;alrights, gotta do project now.&lt;br /&gt;TATA-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111667892731670216?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111667892731670216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111667892731670216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111667892731670216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111667892731670216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/05/tanning-session.html' title='tanning session!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111660213300805942</id><published>2005-05-20T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:13:14.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>towning! ((:</title><content type='html'>HELLOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR IS THE &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;TANNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;SESSION&lt;/span&gt; WID&lt;br /&gt;THE POO-FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;oh well, guess what&lt;br /&gt;i got an &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt; fer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;econs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;i bet &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ATHIRAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is jealous!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HEALTH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEALTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; CHECKUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;alright, things&lt;br /&gt;werent as bad&lt;br /&gt;as it thought&lt;br /&gt;it would be.&lt;br /&gt;the nurses were&lt;br /&gt;rather friendly.&lt;br /&gt;so, things went&lt;br /&gt;pretty fine.&lt;br /&gt;mrs tan taught&lt;br /&gt;us a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;new topic&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;was kinda&lt;br /&gt;easy though.&lt;br /&gt;OH YA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SHARON HO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CAME BACK TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;i dont want&lt;br /&gt;her back.&lt;br /&gt;ms qiu is&lt;br /&gt;way BETTER&lt;br /&gt;than HER.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, towned after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wid &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt;. well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yewleng&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;br /&gt;suppose to&lt;br /&gt;come. but&lt;br /&gt;she decided&lt;br /&gt;not to after&lt;br /&gt;sometime.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i was suppose&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BUY" target="_blank"&gt;buy&lt;/a&gt; the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;VOODOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DOLLS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DOLLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BAG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;BUT SOME FUCKING&lt;br /&gt;BITCH BOUGHT&lt;br /&gt;IT BEFORE ME!&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was pissed and decided&lt;br /&gt;to leave fer &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wing and jamie&lt;br /&gt;left.&lt;br /&gt;me and girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;then went to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was so unhappy&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to&lt;br /&gt;get this mango top.&lt;br /&gt;we spend more than&lt;br /&gt;half hour choosing&lt;br /&gt;between the &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;finally, we set our&lt;br /&gt;minds on the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;then we were at the&lt;br /&gt;counter when&lt;br /&gt;we saw this &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;young mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with her girl.&lt;br /&gt;so while i was&lt;br /&gt;picking up the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FREE" target="_blank"&gt;free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mag at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;there was a big piece&lt;br /&gt;of litter on the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SHELF" target="_blank"&gt;shelf&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so i merely siad,&lt;br /&gt;"is this mag free?"&lt;br /&gt;then girlfriend said&lt;br /&gt;she think so.&lt;br /&gt;so i took two copies&lt;br /&gt;fer both us.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw the litter&lt;br /&gt;and said,&lt;br /&gt;"someone mistook the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SHELF" target="_blank"&gt;shelf&lt;/a&gt; ans a bin".&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG,&lt;br /&gt;THE LITTERBELONGS TO&lt;br /&gt;THE MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;so she picked it up,&lt;br /&gt;and said,&lt;br /&gt;"ya, i know it's not a bin"&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda shock&lt;br /&gt;and immediately apologised.&lt;br /&gt;thank god, i didnt&lt;br /&gt;metion any swear word&lt;br /&gt;abt the her!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;we saw this really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CUTE GUY ON OUR&lt;br /&gt;WAY BACK! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend said that&lt;br /&gt;he look like riquo.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;alrights, gotta sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;or else, i wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;be able to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wakey&lt;/span&gt; tmr!&lt;br /&gt;TATA-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111660213300805942?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111660213300805942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111660213300805942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111660213300805942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111660213300805942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/05/towning.html' title='towning! ((:'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111650729926419595</id><published>2005-05-19T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:54:59.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress</title><content type='html'>HELLOS!&lt;br /&gt;here to blog agn!&lt;br /&gt;yays!&lt;br /&gt;got back almost all the results&lt;br /&gt;cept fer econs!&lt;br /&gt;doubt i'll &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(cross fingers!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;anw, decided to post about&lt;br /&gt;this story agn.&lt;br /&gt;fer those who have read&lt;br /&gt;it before;&lt;br /&gt;read agn.&lt;br /&gt;fer those who havent't&lt;br /&gt;heard of ot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;READ&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      **********&lt;br /&gt;Look out!"&lt;br /&gt;Joan turned but it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;The water bomb had splashed right into her face.&lt;br /&gt; She winced. That was cold, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;She reached out to wipe the water from her face.&lt;br /&gt;She and her friends were at Cindy's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;The games had been fun, but tiring as well.&lt;br /&gt;She was glad when it was time to head for the refresments.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Joan!" Cindy called out.&lt;br /&gt;Joan turned and saw Cindy dragging a 16 year&lt;br /&gt;old teenager behind her.&lt;br /&gt;"Let me introduce my brother to you.He's Jason." she said.&lt;br /&gt;Joan turned to look at the stranger for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;She gasped. Wasn't this the guy who had teased her everyday when he met her? She was stunned. "You..," was all she could manage to say.&lt;br /&gt;But Jason grinned at her," So this is your friend. I think we met before, haven't we, Joan?"&lt;br /&gt;Joan just stared at Cindy and her brother, nodding her head slowly.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, if that's the case, i shall leave you two to talk among yourselves," Cindy replied, walking away to entertain the rest of the guests.&lt;br /&gt;"So..hi.," Jason said and smiled, showing his perfect set of white teeth.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, hello," Joan replied.She took her time to look at Jason. He had a set of deep blue coloured eyes, which reminded her of the ocean. He was tall and had blonde hair. Everything about him matched completely. He seemed..perfect. Too perfect. She would have believed in love at first sight if she didn't have a boyfriend. Too bad she did. And she wasn't going to show Jason that she was interested in him in any way.&lt;br /&gt;"Got to go," Joan turned and left the party.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight shone into her room. Joan woke up. School was starting again, and the summer holidays were over. No more daydreaming, she thought. Walking into the hall, she picked up the phone and dialed her boyfriend, Andy's number.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Andy?" Joan said.&lt;br /&gt;"Um..Joan? What's up?"&lt;br /&gt;"Can you pick me up in fifteen minutes time?"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought u said that you wanted to go to school with me today..?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Yeah. I sort of um, forgot. Something cropped up. Sorry honey."&lt;br /&gt;Without another word, Andy hung up.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was weird, Joan thought. But she ignored that feeling as she believed Andy when he said that something had cropped up. She went to bathe, then she went to school by herself.&lt;br /&gt;On reaching the school gate, she spotted a car that seemed familar to her. The car went into the school and parked itself in an empty spot. Andy got out of the car. Joan smiled and was about to call him when he went over to the passenger's seat and opened the door. A girl dressed in a sweater and a mini skirt stepped out. Joan gasped as the scene continued in front of her. Andy took the girl by her hand and they kissed each other. Joan could not believe what was going on. Is this a dream, or is this for real? She thought as she pinched herself. Ouch, that hurt, she thought. Knowing that she would have to confront Andy sooner or later, she walked up to the couple. Andy saw her and was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"I demand an explaination." Joan looked at him sternly.&lt;br /&gt;"I--"&lt;br /&gt;"So now you have seen it, and you should know what it means. He wants to break up with you. Get it?" The girl beside Andy interruped.&lt;br /&gt;Joan was speechless. But knowing that she could not do anything about it, she just glared at Andy and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;She ran, not knowing where she was heading to. She just kept running in the hallway. People stared at her. She knew why. Tears were streaming down her crimson cheeks. Her eyes were red and she looked unsightly. She saw a girls' toilet and went inside. Luckily for her, it was empty and she would not have to face any more stares for now. She washed her face and looked into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;"Joan, you're such a fool. You could have known that Andy is such a freak and he was cheating on you all the time. How could you have fallen into this dumb trap without knowing it?" She said to her reflection.&lt;br /&gt;But the reflection just stared back at her. It gave no reply, and no expressions to show that it was angry. The tears came back.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan stepped out of the toilet, feeling refreshed. She turned a corner and nearly banged into Jason.&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa! Watch where you're going, will ya--" Jason stopped in mid sentence when he noticed that it was Joan. "Oh, hey, what's up?" Jason looked at Joan's gloomy face.&lt;br /&gt;"Something happened?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;But Joan just turned and walked to her class.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;It was the last period.Jason couldn't concentrate in class. What was wrong with Joan? Why did she have to avoid him everytime? Maybe she already knew that he had fallen for her. But it was impossible. So far, Jason had not given out any hints to show that. Well, who knows? He thought. Humans are weird. He took out his notebook.&lt;br /&gt;"Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling troubled. I met her again today at the hallway. She looks kind of..sad. I wished I could help her in any way. But she seems to be avoiding me every time. I wished that i could hug her and tell her that everything is gonna be okay. But i can't do that. She doesn't feel the same way towards me like what i feel towards her. It's one-sided love. I want to be with her. Will that dream ever come true one day?"&lt;br /&gt;He closed the notebook. School was over. He picked up his bag and drove home.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Jason rushed to his room and turned on his computer. Everyday after school, he would never fail to see his pen-pal, "Candy Dreams" online. He had never met her before, but she had been a good friend to him all these while.&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hi! I've been waiting for you to come online.&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Haha..first time hearing you say that.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Anyway..i and my boyfriend broke up..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Huh? What happened? Are you feeling okay?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: I wished i hadn't been so childish to have liked him in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Don't be silly. You didn't know this would happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: But i feel so stupid..I can't seem to forget him.&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: You just have to remember..time heals all wounds..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Thanks..i really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Anyway, enough about me. So what's going on between you and your dream girl?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Well..i met her again today.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: And?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Same old thing. She avoided me. But i couldn't help noticing how sad she looked.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Maybe she doesn't know how you feel about her..i think you should tell her.&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: No, I dun plan to tell her. I rather things remain this way..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: I feel that..Just as long as she is happy, I will feel the same way.To me, love is about happiness.I just want to be a friend to her..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Whoa, I'd feel lucky if i were her..She has no idea how great you are..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: I wished my boyfriend was like that..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: True love will come to you one day too. Dun worry..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hope so. Anyway, gtg. Cya!&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Cya!&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan felt better. Maybe time really would heal all wounds. She reached into her drawer and took out her diary.&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I feel alot better after talking to my friend. Sometimes i feel that he's like a soul mate to me. Well anyway, maybe things will get alot better. It isn't time for me to brood about this stuff anymore. I have to forget about Andy. Actually, you know what? I have a little feeling for Jason too. But i'm not gonna go into another relationship so soon..And i can't gurantee than Jason feels the same way. Who knows what will happen in the future?"&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Jason stepped into the school, feeling fresh after a morning bath. He walked up to his classroom, meeting Joan on the way. To his suprise, she smiled at him, showing a perfect pair of dimples. Jason grinned and fluffed her hair as they walked past each other. He continued on his way, smiling to himself all the time. He felt warm. She had actually smiled at him! It was such a great feeling to know that he had actually existed in Joan's life.&lt;br /&gt;During break time, Jason saw Joan and decided to strike up a conversation to see whether she would respond.&lt;br /&gt;"Um..so..hi," Jason stammered.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" Joan greeted cheerfully, laughing as she did so.&lt;br /&gt;Jason felt suprised and warm at her friendly greeting. She looks so cute when she laughs, he thought.&lt;br /&gt;"Care to eat with me?" Jason asked hopefully&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!" was Joan's joyful response.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;After eating his dinner, Jason went to his room and took out his notebook.&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I had a great lunch today. Perhaps that was because of her presence. She smiled at me for the first time today.. I felt warm. It makes me more unwilling to confess my true feelings to her as i am afraid that she would avoid me. I rather she treat me this way, just like a close friend whom she can share her thoughts to. I don't want to do something that I will regret later. Maybe it would be best if the situation remains like this.."&lt;br /&gt;Jason closed his notebook silently. The day after would be international friendship day. He decided to buy a present for Joan.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!" Joan called out.&lt;br /&gt;Jason turned around.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey girl," He grinned.&lt;br /&gt;Joan smiled. He had no idea how his heart-stopping grin seem to be of a comfort to her.&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's going on?" Joan asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, same old thing. I can't figure out a thing the algebra teacher is talking about."&lt;br /&gt;"Did u always have a problem with algebra? You could have told me earlier!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me i'm talking to an algebra expert?" Jason asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Haha.. Well, i wouldn't call myself that. But i get As for my algebra. It's my favourite subject."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! That's cool! Would you be willing to teach me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure! In fact, I'm free after school today. You?"&lt;br /&gt;"Me too. Meet you in the library after school?"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. See ya later then," Joan replied.&lt;br /&gt;They then parted, walking different directions towards their classrooms.Suddenly, Jason turned around.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," He called out.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?" Joan turned.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks..for being such a friend. I really appreciate that,"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you're a great friend yourself too," Joan smiled.&lt;br /&gt;They continued on their own way. Maybe there is hope for both of us..? No, I shouldn't be thinking like this. But..i actually have the feeling that i miss him.. Joan thought. Clutching her books tightly towards her chest, she walked into the classroom, put her things down and took out her diary.&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;What is going on? What is wrong with me..? Why is it that I long to be with him but yet i am trying my best not to like him..? Is this love? I wished he was here right now, beside me. I want to be with him so badly, but he seems to treat me only as a close friend. That's all. A close friend. I want to be someone more than a close friend to him. But maybe that is not so possible afterall.."&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Is that all i reallie mean to her? A 'great friend' ? I want to be more than a great friend to her. But it seems that she only treats me as a friend. I don't know how to tell her how much i want to be with her. Maybe waiting would be my only option.. Is this love?"&lt;br /&gt;Jason rested his head on his hands and re-read the entry he had just written into his notebook. He sighed. Maybe love isn't so great afterall..&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan waved at Jason to signal him to come over to the table she was sitting at. Jason jogged over and pulled out a chair to make himself comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;"Had a great lunch?" Joan asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah.."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.. I guess we can start on our work then," Joan said.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole afternoon, Joan spent her time explaining to Jason and teaching him all the problems which he didn't know how to solve. She was disappointed when it was time to go home. But she refused to show her true feelings to Jason and put on a brave front instead.&lt;br /&gt;"So..if you have any other questions..feel free to find me," She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," Jason answered.&lt;br /&gt;They left the library, each going their own seperate way.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan rushed to her room, dumped her bag aside, and turned on her computer. Dotty was online! She couldn't wait to tell him what had happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hey!!&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Sorry I'm late..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Haha, no problem, I just signed in not long ago too.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Okay..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: So what's up?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: I seem to have fallen for someone else...&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: That's great. Maybe that person would treat your better than how your ex did..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: I don't even know whether he feels the same way..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Hey, remember the advice you gave me? Why don't you tell the guy?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Me? No way. I wouldn't want to break a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: But did you give him any hints?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Nah.. I think he only treats me as a close friend..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Don't be so sad..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: I'm alright. Thanks.. I gtg anyway. I'm tired. Off to sleep!=)&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Haha..maybe you should be called Candy Pig huh?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hey! Too tired to argue with you anymore. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;Joan smiled to herself. Sometimes, Dotty had such humour that she was unable to resist. He would always make her smile even after a tired day. Time to sleep, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Jason clutched the present tightly in his hand. It was International friendship day and he had gotten a present for Joan. He made his way to her classroom.&lt;br /&gt;"Joan?"&lt;br /&gt;She turned. Jason was standing at the doorway of her classroom.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. Nice to see ya," she responded.&lt;br /&gt;"So um..here's a present for you. Friends forever.."&lt;br /&gt;Joan was suprised. She had gotten a present for Jason too.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait here," she told him.&lt;br /&gt;Awhile later, Joan returned, holding a box tied with a silver ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;"Here," she said.&lt;br /&gt;They exchanged their presents with each other.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for being such a good friend to me. Friends forever..," Joan smiled at Jason.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Jason was struck by her smile. He jus stared at her with a kind of sadness in his eyes. This girl can never be mine, he thought. He grinned at Joan and waved goodbye to her before going back to his classroom.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan returned to her seat. She stared at the lavender box in her hand. What could be in it? she thought. opening the box, she saw a silver bracelet lying among the soft cotton. She picked it up. It's beautiful, she thought. She gazed at it for awhile before putting it back into the box. Taking out her diary, she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a bracelet. And it's..reallie beautiful..I hope he likes the present i gave him too.. But i don't understand. Does he just treat me as a friend? I want to be more than a friend to him. But it's so hard to tell him. I just seem to lose my words when looking at him. He's my angel. My love. But he'll never get to know that..I'll never find the courage to tell him.."&lt;br /&gt;The teacher came in. Joan closed her book quickly and put in in her bag. Who is this cute guy beside the teacher? She thought. Awhile later, the guy was introduced as Dave. He had just transferred from another school and Joan was assigned to help him around the school. Thus, Dave was to sit beside her. The other girls stared at Joan with envy. But Joan..her thoughts were all filled of Jason..&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a wallet. That was sweet of her. I love the present she gave me..i hope she likes the one i gave her too..I don't understand. Does she treat me only as a friend? She means much more to me than that. But she doesn't know. And she never will..cos i won't have the courage to tell her.."&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Just as Joan was walking down the hallway, a voice stopped her.&lt;br /&gt;"Um..hi."&lt;br /&gt;She turned her head. Wasn't that Dave?&lt;br /&gt;" Hey. You got problems with your work?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er..actually yea.sort of.Are u able to go thru some notes with me tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow..yea i think i'll be free."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..we'll study at my house? My parents will be home, so don't worry."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha.I'm not gonna worry with an honest guy like you. Cya tomorrow then!"&lt;br /&gt;Joan walked off.&lt;br /&gt;Dave stared at her. She's wonderful, he thought. And i'm in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan threw her bag onto the bed and turned on the computer immediately.&lt;br /&gt;A new contact had added her.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's this guy..?" She said to herself.&lt;br /&gt;dave_jones@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familar, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Hey..are u Joan?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Yea..u are Dave?&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Haha. The one and only.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Okae. So how did u get my add?&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Well. thru a senior..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Haha, well okae. these things happen all the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: So are u still on for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Yea sure. I'm supposed to help u anyway.&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Ok. Hey look, i gtg. Cya tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Yep..cya.good nite.&lt;br /&gt;[Dave has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty has logged on]&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hiyahh~&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Heyyz.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Haha. I had a great day and i'm soo happie!!&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Hmm..looks like something happened huh.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: He gave me a present!!&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Sounds familar..haha..anyway, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Secret..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Oh well.Haha.Hmm..Candy?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Do you want to meet up?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Um..well..i'm nort sure..u want?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: I'm not sure too..but i reallie want to meet up with u.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Me too. Well in that case..how about next wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: No problem. Meet at?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hmm..you know that place Dolphino?8pm?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Yeah sure. I gtg. See you soon..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Haha.I'm looking forward to meeting u too. See ya..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan stood at the steps of Dave's house, clutching her books. She pressed the bell. Dave opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," Joan said.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, come in."&lt;br /&gt;Dave led Joan to the living room, where his parents were at.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi auntie and uncle," Joan greeted them politely.&lt;br /&gt;They smiled at her and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"So where are we supposed to study?" Joan asked Dave.&lt;br /&gt;"At the dining room. Come on."&lt;br /&gt;They walked to the dining room and sat down. Then, Joan taught Dave all the subjects which he had problems in. The time passed quickly and it was time for Joan to leave.&lt;br /&gt;"Bye. See you in school tomorrow," Joan said and left his house.&lt;br /&gt;Dave, you're so stupid, you could have asked her to stay awhile more, he thought. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams has logged on]&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Um..i got something to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Haha, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Well um..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: I..i like you.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: I know you probably don't feel the same way..But i reallie like u alot and i'm gonna try to win your heart..i hope you won't stop me..cya.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Well..&lt;br /&gt;[Dave has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;What's going on? Joan thought. Is he kidding or what? I just knew him a few days ago and he likes me? Is that a joke? Well. Guys.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Jason went to his room to do his homework. When he sat down at his chair, he suddenly remembered that he left his pen with his sister. He went to her room to take it.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that his pen was on her table, he decided that he didn't need her permission to take something that was his. He was just about to leave when a piece of paper on the desk caught his attention. He picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;candy_dreams@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that..&lt;br /&gt;No it couldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;But..how did my sis know candy dreams? He thought.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to solve this unanswered question, he took the piece of paper and went to the living room to ask his sister.&lt;br /&gt;"Cindy!" Jason called.&lt;br /&gt;"What's up bro," Cindy replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Who is this person? How did u get her email add?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be silly. Isn't that Joan? You know her. She was at my birthday party, remember?" Cindy casually replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? That Joan? Oh..thanks." Jason returned the paper to his sister.&lt;br /&gt;He went back to his room and turned on his computer.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder everything that happened to her seemed so familiar to me..but..should i let her know who I am? I don't want to. I want to take hold of this chance to get to know her better..But..we're supposed to meet next week..what should i do..? Jason was lost in his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams has logged on]&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Hey..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hiyahhz&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Um..i don't think i'll be able to meet u next week..I'm going out..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Oh..in that case..it's alright..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: I'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: It's reallie okay. We can always find some other time to meet up rite?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Um well..i'll be kind of busy for the next few months..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Okay then..we'll talk about it again when you're free..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Okay..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Why aren't u talking..?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: I'm just kind of disappointed..but it's okay reallie.&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Oh..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Well, never mind. I think i will be able to meet u afterall.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Um..i jus remembered that it's thursday i'm going out on. Shesh.i can get pretty forgetful sometimes u know..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Really?That's great!=).Hey, i gotta go. Cya! Night.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a liar.But i still had to meet her in the end. I can't bear to see her upset. It reallie hurts. It makes me sad to see her disappointed like just now.. Anyway it's just a meeting with her right? Why am i being such a coward? But..i don't want her to know. I reallie want to get to know her well.."&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Dave entered the classroom with a box of chocolates in his hands. He smiled at Joan and passed her the box.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Is that for me?" Joan asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yep.Hope u'll accept it."&lt;br /&gt;"But..i can't.."&lt;br /&gt;"Please..just give me a chance to prove that i can love u like anyone else does..," Dave said sincerely, looking at Joan.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well..Okay.."&lt;br /&gt;Joan felt touched. Was this how it felt like to be loved by someone else? She smiled gratefully at him.&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few days since i last saw Jason. I wonder what he's doing right now..? Dave is being pretty sweet to me. He's a nice guy. Well, i'm not considering anything though. Am i? Nah..don't think so. I'm meeting Dotty tomorrow. I'm so excited. I've known him for a year and tomorrow will be the first time i'm meeting him. Hope everything goes well.."&lt;br /&gt;"Joan?"&lt;br /&gt;Joan quickly shut her book.&lt;br /&gt;"Yea?" She said to Dave.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you free tonight? Do you want to go watch a movie?"&lt;br /&gt;"Um well..alright." Joan decided that there couldn't be much harm done in watching a movie with Dave.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll pick u up at 7pm then?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep."&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;A car arrived outside Joan's house at 7pm sharp. The doorbell rang and Joan ran to open the door. "Hey, you're punctual!" She commented. Dave led Joan to the car. They soon reached the cinema. But everything passed quickly and they had watched finish the touching romance movie. Dave sent her home.&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that I like Dave? He makes me feel wanted. Makes me feel loved. I don't feel like waiting for Jason anymore when there's someone like Dave who is willing to spent his time loving me. But.I don't know.How am i supposed to feel now? I'm confused ever since Dave came into my life.. Sometimes i feel that i like him. But sometimes i miss Jason.Alot.I don't know.."&lt;br /&gt;Joan sighed.It's so hard to tell my own feelings, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;[Dave has logged on]&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Hi&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hiya&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Um.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: ?&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Can you be my girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Um..&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: I know u need time to decide.I'll give u time.But please give me a chance..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Okay..how bout trying out? I know it's not reallie the same but i'm sort of confused right now..maybe trying out will help solve this.&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: If that's what u want..alright..but i'm happy as long as you're willing to do that.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Kae.i gtg.. Cya tml.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;What have i done? She thought. Do i reallie like him? Oh well. I've already done it. Nothing can change. Anyway i sort of like him..right? Yea.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;The day passed quickly. Finally it was an hour before meeting Dotty. Joan was feeling pretty excited. She decided to go early just to be on the safe side. She had told Dotty her handphone number and told him to call her when he reached. Soon, Joan reached Dolphino.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Jason was driving to Dolphino.He had tried to dial Joan's number to tell him that he might be late but she seemed to have turned off her handphone. He fixed his attention on his handphone instead of the road and dialled her number again. Then, he heard a scream. He looked up from his handphone to see a child standing in the middle of the road. He swerved to avoid hitting him and hit onto a tree. Everything blackened out. He couldn't feel anything..&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan had been waiting for half an hour now. She was getting impatient but still, she had to wait for Dotty's call. She took out her handphone to see if there were any missed calls. Huh? She thought. She had turned off her handphone without realising it. No wonder there were no calls for her. It's all my fault, she thought. I hope Dotty calls again.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Jason awoke to find himself in a hospital bed. A sharp pain in his leg caused him to wince.&lt;br /&gt;"Quick, find someone with the same blood type as this guy!!" a voice said.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait!" Jason heard himself saying.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor and the nurses stopped in their tracks to look at Jason.&lt;br /&gt;"I know I'm dying soon..don't stop me..I just need a pen and paper..please.." Both items were passed to him a minute later. Using all the strength he had left, he wrote a letter to Joan. After he had finished writing, he gave Joan's number to the nurse and told her to call Joan to the hospital to collect the letter.&lt;br /&gt;Jason felt tired. He decided to go to sleep. Maybe that would stop all the pain. Without realising it, he felt himself drifting apart from the world..&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, Joan was still standing outside Dolphino. Suddenly, her phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" Joan said.&lt;br /&gt;"Is this Joan? I am calling from the hospital. A guy who identifies himself as Jason has asked u to come to the hospital to collect a letter." The voice replied.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be right over."&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan walked to the reception counter.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi..I'm Joan. There's supposed to be a letter for me..?"&lt;br /&gt;The nurse on duty looked up.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yah. Here you go." She passed a piece of paper to Joan.&lt;br /&gt;Joan took it and walked down the corridor, reading the letter..:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey..candy pig..&lt;br /&gt;well..are u suprised that i know this nickname that was given to u by Dotty? I do not want to hide it anymore..i am dotty..i just knew that u were candy dreams a few days ago too. that was why i was so afraid of letting u see who i am..&lt;br /&gt;by the time u received this letter..i probably won't be in this world anymore..i'll be somewhere else..far far away..away from all this pain.it hurts too much to continue living. i have loved u the moment i saw u, Joan. But you onli treated me as a good friend..it hurts. Everytime u say "thanks for being such a good friend", it's like a stab to my heart. I want u to treat me more than a friend. but it's so hard to say so..i have never confessed my feelings to you..for fear of being rejected.now that i'm leaving this world..perhaps it won't be so hard to tell u anymore..&lt;br /&gt;anyway...i heard that you and Dave are going steady. Is that true? If it is..congratulations to u.. maybe you would be happier and more fortunate. Dave would surely treat u better than your ex.I'm happy for u. I told myself..as long as u find your happiness..i will give you my blessings..cos i learnt that loving someone is not about holding on..it's about making her happy. I'm glad that i spent my lifetime knowing you. I have never regretted knowing you because you gave me happiness..a kind of happiness that no one else is able to provide me with..i know u don't feel the same way..but it's okay..i just want u to be happy..&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ending my letter than..bye..my leaf..&lt;br /&gt;From: Jason a.k.a Dotty...=).."&lt;br /&gt;A tear dropped on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan rushed to the reception again.&lt;br /&gt;"Which room is Jason in?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Room 169. But be quick. The doctors are going to carry his body away soon."&lt;br /&gt;Joan ran all the way to Room 169, still clutching the letter. She peered into the glass window that seperated both her and Jason. There he was, lying in the bed. He's not here anymore..she thought.&lt;br /&gt;Wait,i don't understand. Why did he call me his leaf in the letter? Joan thought.&lt;br /&gt;Glancing down on the paper, She saw the small words that was written at the corner of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;"Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit? Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay..?"&lt;br /&gt;She was touched. Two tears rolled down her crimson cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;"Tree didn't ask her to stay.." She whispered.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard your empty &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=VOICE" target="_blank"&gt;voice&lt;/a&gt; swallowed in rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111650729926419595?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111650729926419595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111650729926419595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111650729926419595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111650729926419595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/05/stress.html' title='stress'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111642858413620803</id><published>2005-05-18T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T23:03:04.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD RESULTS!</title><content type='html'>HELLOS!&lt;br /&gt;I JUST GOTTEN&lt;br /&gt;BACK MY RESULTS!&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS ME,&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE BAD.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY BAD.&lt;br /&gt;good thing,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't fail&lt;br /&gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the only A&lt;br /&gt;i got is english!&lt;br /&gt;well, we have yet&lt;br /&gt;to get back maths!&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;more shocking news to come!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;anw, cant wait fer sat!&lt;br /&gt;AND, I'M SO&lt;br /&gt;GONNA GET THE&lt;br /&gt;VOODOO DOLLS BAG!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;gota ask my sister&lt;br /&gt;to help me to&lt;br /&gt;check out&lt;br /&gt;fer me!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;alrights,&lt;br /&gt;(I LIKE MY NEW SKIN!)&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111642858413620803?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111642858413620803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111642858413620803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;trng wasn't as tough&lt;br /&gt;as i tough it was!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;gonna have fencing&lt;br /&gt;trng tmr!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, mark wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;play 'GAMES' wif us agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, stayed home to&lt;br /&gt;tidy up my room!&lt;br /&gt;and guess what;&lt;br /&gt;I TOOK 6 HOURS&lt;br /&gt;TO FINISH PACKING!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS&lt;br /&gt;WORTHWHILE!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111616566442091722?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111616566442091722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>YADADA!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;here to UPDATE,&lt;br /&gt;ya, like FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;something really bad&lt;br /&gt;happened today at cine!&lt;br /&gt;dont want to talk&lt;br /&gt;about it!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;oh wells,&lt;br /&gt;went town after ART!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;watched COACH CARTER!&lt;br /&gt;NICE!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;didnt buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still considering&lt;br /&gt;about nationals.&lt;br /&gt;wells, trails are tmr!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wouldnt go;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll go later.&lt;br /&gt;arggghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells,&lt;br /&gt;exams are finally OVER!&lt;br /&gt;BUT, BUT, BUT&lt;br /&gt;i'm not feeling HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid to know our RESULTS!&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;well, everyone&lt;br /&gt;has to FACE IT!&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING BACK TO&lt;br /&gt;MARYMOUNT CONVENT&lt;br /&gt;ON TUESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;MISS THE SCHOOL SOOOOOOOOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111598462714506797?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111598462714506797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111598462714506797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111598462714506797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111598462714506797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/05/ruined.html' title='RUINED!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111520973761395482</id><published>2005-05-04T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:28:57.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese makes me mad!</title><content type='html'>LALAS&lt;br /&gt;HERE TO BLOG AGN!&lt;br /&gt;we had chinese&lt;br /&gt;paper today!&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH,&lt;br /&gt;it was&lt;br /&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;br /&gt;TERRIBLE&lt;br /&gt;IDOITIC&lt;br /&gt;SICKENING&lt;br /&gt;STOOPID!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i dont even understand a thing!&lt;br /&gt;i wrote total rubbish&lt;br /&gt;fer my compre&lt;br /&gt;compo wasnt tat bad though.&lt;br /&gt;doubt we will get the pizza!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;bad.bad.bad.BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA,&lt;br /&gt;THE GYM!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder&lt;br /&gt;if our school is really tat poor!&lt;br /&gt;cant they just install aircon&lt;br /&gt;or at least more fans!&lt;br /&gt;i could hardly concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;NO FAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights,&lt;br /&gt;gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111520973761395482?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111520973761395482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111520973761395482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111520928447921440</id><published>2005-05-04T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:21:24.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111520928447921440?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111520928447921440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111520928447921440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;chinese exams tmr.&lt;br /&gt;which also marks&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of MYE!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;haven started on geog.&lt;br /&gt;lotsa things&lt;br /&gt;are distracting me now.&lt;br /&gt;grandma is in de hos&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;she fell down on sat!&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS HER!&lt;br /&gt;so which also means&lt;br /&gt;that i wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;be going to japan anymore!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to&lt;br /&gt;decide to join&lt;br /&gt;the nationals.&lt;br /&gt;doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;arghh&lt;br /&gt;i seriously have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i need to end this&lt;br /&gt;terrible MYE!&lt;br /&gt;so long as i pass&lt;br /&gt;all de sub;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be contented!&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ALSO MEANS&lt;br /&gt;A1 FER MATHS!&lt;br /&gt;BUT;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SHRILEY LIM&lt;br /&gt;WOULDNT BE HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, SHE'S MY MUM!&lt;br /&gt;GONNA START MUGGING NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;anw, stayed back fer extra geogie class!&lt;br /&gt;was bored.&lt;br /&gt;it's confirm,&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO JAPAN!&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;mayb, i'll meet kim there!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;gonna do a fill up now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name : kailing&lt;br /&gt;piercings : 4!                     &lt;br /&gt;tattoos : nahh&lt;br /&gt;shoe size : 5&lt;br /&gt;hair color: blackish-brown?&lt;br /&gt;siblings : 2 elder sisiters        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie you rented : my sister rented one recently&lt;br /&gt;movie you bought : nahh&lt;br /&gt;song you listened to : true&lt;br /&gt;song that was stuck in your head : truly madly deeply&lt;br /&gt;cd you bought : speak by lindsay&lt;br /&gt;cd you listened to :  speak&lt;br /&gt;person you've called : lynnette&lt;br /&gt;person that's called you : elia&lt;br /&gt;tv show you've watched : smallevile&lt;br /&gt;person you were thinking of : lynnette; just hung up on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have a crush on someone : not at the moment&lt;br /&gt;you wish you could live somewhere else : OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;you think about suicide : NO!&lt;br /&gt;you believe in online dating : NO!&lt;br /&gt;others find you attractive : nah&lt;br /&gt;you want more piercings : YES! BUT THE FOLKS DONT ALLOW!&lt;br /&gt;you like cleaning : NAH&lt;br /&gt;you like roller coasters : UHHUH&lt;br /&gt;you write in cursive or print :PRINT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR OR AGAINST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long distance relationships : for&lt;br /&gt;using someone : against&lt;br /&gt;suicide : against&lt;br /&gt;killing people : against&lt;br /&gt;teenage smoking : against&lt;br /&gt;driving drunk : against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever cried over a girl : NO!&lt;br /&gt;ever cried over a boy : YA, MY BESTIES&lt;br /&gt;ever lied to someone : DUHH&lt;br /&gt;ever been in a fist fight :UHHUH&lt;br /&gt;ever been arrested :NEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;shampoo do you use : marks &amp; spencer&lt;br /&gt;shoes do you wear : slippers, flipflops, sneakers&lt;br /&gt;are you scared of : the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER&lt;br /&gt;of times I have been in love? not any at the moment&lt;br /&gt;of times I have had my heart broken? : once&lt;br /&gt;of girls I have kissed? : babies considered?&lt;br /&gt;of boys I have kissed? babies considered?&lt;br /&gt;of people I would classify as true, could trust with my life type friends : 3&lt;br /&gt;of times my name has appeared in the newspaper? : nahh&lt;br /&gt;of scars on my body? : i dont know&lt;br /&gt;of things in my past that I regret? : dont wish to rmb them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy : skittles, ricola&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon : SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS&lt;br /&gt;Cereal : honeystars?&lt;br /&gt;Chewing gum : wrigley's&lt;br /&gt;Color(s) : brown, grey, black, white, orange&lt;br /&gt;Color nail polish : black and whit and colourless!&lt;br /&gt;Day of week : FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Least fave day : MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Flower : LILIES&lt;br /&gt;Jello flavor : mango&lt;br /&gt;Summer/Winter :Winter&lt;br /&gt;Trampolines or swimming pools : swimming pools..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSON WHO LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in your bed : my dog&lt;br /&gt;Saw you cry : lynnette?&lt;br /&gt;Made you cry : this hockey skater who smack me wif his stick on my face!&lt;br /&gt;You went to the movies with : GIRLFRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;Yelled at you : SHANNON!&lt;br /&gt;Sent you an email : COACH&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever.Said "I love you" and meant it? : UHHUH&lt;br /&gt;Gone out in public in your pajamas : WHEN I WAS YOUNG&lt;br /&gt;Kept a secret from everyone : UHHUH&lt;br /&gt;Cried during a movie : YUP&lt;br /&gt;Ever at anytime owned new kids on the block stuff :NAHH&lt;br /&gt;Planned your week based on the TV Guide : NOPE&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage : DUHH&lt;br /&gt;Been to New York : YES&lt;br /&gt;Been to California : YES&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii : NOPE&lt;br /&gt;China : UHHUH&lt;br /&gt;Canada : NO&lt;br /&gt;Europe : YES&lt;br /&gt;Asia : DUHH!&lt;br /&gt;South America : DINT THINK SO&lt;br /&gt;Wished you were the opposite sex : NAHH&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now? : 12.27AM&lt;br /&gt;Apples or bananas? : APPLES&lt;br /&gt;Blue or red? : BLUE&lt;br /&gt;Walmart or target? : TARGET&lt;br /&gt;Spring or Fall? : FALL&lt;br /&gt;What are you gonna do after you finish this? : I HEAR MY BED CALLING FER ME!&lt;br /&gt;What was the last meal you ate? : NOODLES&lt;br /&gt;Last noise you heard? : TRUE&lt;br /&gt;Last smell you sniffed? :  MY PERFUME?&lt;br /&gt;Last time you went out of state/province? : 2 MTHS AGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSHIP/LOVE&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? :YA&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children one day &amp; if so, how? : NOT SURE&lt;br /&gt;Most important thing to you in a friendship is : TRUST&lt;br /&gt;Other Info Criminal record? : NO!&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak any other languages? : ABIT HERE AND THERE&lt;br /&gt;Last book you read : ANNE FRANK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name some of your&lt;br /&gt;favorite things in your bedroom? : BED, RADIO, COMPUTER, DESK&lt;br /&gt;Thing you dislike about yourself the most : WHINNY-NESS&lt;br /&gt;Worst feeling in the world : TO FEEL LOST&lt;br /&gt;Who you love : MY GIRLFRIENDS AND FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!&lt;br /&gt;DONE! :))&lt;br /&gt;GONNA SLEEP NOW!&lt;br /&gt;LTR`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111479254575440482?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111479254575440482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111479254575440482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111479254575440482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111479254575440482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/04/school-shout.html' title='school shout!'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111470043961061626</id><published>2005-04-28T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:14:40.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i almost landed up in deep shit!</title><content type='html'>HELLOS!&lt;br /&gt;we had eng lesson today&lt;br /&gt;and we were asked to read this&lt;br /&gt;poem, "BABYCAKES"&lt;br /&gt;was kinda gross.&lt;br /&gt;here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABYCAKES&lt;br /&gt;Neil.Gaimen&lt;br /&gt;A few years back&lt;br /&gt;all the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ANIMALS" target="_blank"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt; went away.&lt;br /&gt;We woke up one morning, a&lt;br /&gt;nd they just weren't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even leave us a note,&lt;br /&gt;or say good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;We never figured out quite where they'd gone.&lt;br /&gt;We missed them.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us thought that the world had ended,&lt;br /&gt;but it hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;There just weren't any more &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ANIMALS" target="_blank"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No cats or rabbits,&lt;br /&gt;no dogs or whales,&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FISH" target="_blank"&gt;fish&lt;/a&gt; in the seas, no &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BIRDS" target="_blank"&gt;birds&lt;/a&gt; in the skies.&lt;br /&gt;We were all alone.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;We wandered around lost,&lt;br /&gt;for a time,&lt;br /&gt;and then someone pointed out&lt;br /&gt;that just because&lt;br /&gt;we didn't have &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ANIMALS" target="_blank"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt; anymore,&lt;br /&gt;that was no reason to change our lives.&lt;br /&gt;No reason to change our &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DIETS" target="_blank"&gt;diets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or to cease testing products&lt;br /&gt;that might cause us harm.&lt;br /&gt;After all, there were still babies.&lt;br /&gt;Babies can't &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TALK" target="_blank"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They can hardly move.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BABY" target="_blank"&gt;baby&lt;/a&gt; is not a rational,&lt;br /&gt;thinking creature.&lt;br /&gt;We made babies.&lt;br /&gt;And we used them.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BABY" target="_blank"&gt;Baby&lt;/a&gt; flesh is tender and succulent.&lt;br /&gt;We flayed their &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SKIN" target="_blank"&gt;skin&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;decorated ourselves in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BABY" target="_blank"&gt;Baby&lt;/a&gt; leather is soft and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them we tested.&lt;br /&gt;We taped open their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;dripped detergents and shampoos in,&lt;br /&gt;a drop at a time.&lt;br /&gt;We scarred them and scalded them.&lt;br /&gt;We burnt them.&lt;br /&gt;We clamped them and&lt;br /&gt;planted electrodes into their brains.&lt;br /&gt;We grafted,&lt;br /&gt;and we froze,&lt;br /&gt;and we irradiated.&lt;br /&gt;The babies breathed our smoke,&lt;br /&gt;and the babies' veins flowed with&lt;br /&gt;our medicines and drugs,&lt;br /&gt;until they stopped breathing or&lt;br /&gt;until their blood ceased to flow.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard,&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=COURSE" target="_blank"&gt;course&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but it was necessary.&lt;br /&gt;No one could deny that.&lt;br /&gt;With the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ANIMALS" target="_blank"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt; gone,&lt;br /&gt;what else could we do?&lt;br /&gt;Some people complained,&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=COURSE" target="_blank"&gt;course&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;they always do.&lt;br /&gt;And everything went back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;Only…&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, all the babies were gone.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know where they went.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't even see them go.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know what&lt;br /&gt;we're going to do without them.&lt;br /&gt;But we'll think of something.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are smart.&lt;br /&gt;It's what makes us superior&lt;br /&gt;to the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ANIMALS" target="_blank"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt; and the babies.&lt;br /&gt;We'll figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMANS ARE BIG MEANIES!&lt;br /&gt;(well. i'm one! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, we almost had a spotcheck today.&lt;br /&gt;luckily,&lt;br /&gt;there was a meeting!&lt;br /&gt;phew!&lt;br /&gt;gonna &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SEW" target="_blank"&gt;sew&lt;/a&gt; my nelt now!&lt;br /&gt;TATA-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111470043961061626?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111470043961061626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111470043961061626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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TIME&lt;br /&gt;AND I SITTING INFRONT&lt;br /&gt;OF THIS BLACK BOX&lt;br /&gt;DOING NTH!&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THIS IS NOT&lt;br /&gt;THE RIGHT TIME TO SLACK,&lt;br /&gt;BUT I JUST CANT SETTLE DOWN&lt;br /&gt;TO STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yans, jay, wing are going to&lt;br /&gt;study at fareast this sat.&lt;br /&gt;doubt i'll be going.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant settle down;&lt;br /&gt;what more wif them ard!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need&lt;br /&gt;to study mugging&lt;br /&gt;before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, went to cp wif clique and nicole.&lt;br /&gt;ate and went to de library.&lt;br /&gt;had a nice story telling session&lt;br /&gt;frm ms nicole tan;&lt;br /&gt;de new storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;headed fer hm after tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111426414459599624</id><published>2005-04-23T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:21:48.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYNESS!</title><content type='html'>YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY DONE CHANGING DE LAYOUT!&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, had oral today.&lt;br /&gt;went out wif de entire clique today.&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE CAME ALONG!&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;it was like a happy big family!&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE GRINS.&lt;br /&gt;i love things this way.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school fer oral after tat.&lt;br /&gt;nicole waited fer us in de canteen.&lt;br /&gt;how nice of her!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my oral examiner was MRS LIM PY!&lt;br /&gt;godness me,&lt;br /&gt;she wasnt even listening to ME!&lt;br /&gt;stupidd thing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, towned after tat.&lt;br /&gt;wif nana, nic and yans.&lt;br /&gt;siwing, jamie, sam and joce couldnt make it!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;yans wanted to buy de mng bag.&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to buy it fer her yest.&lt;br /&gt;there was only one piece left,&lt;br /&gt;so couldnt get her one.&lt;br /&gt;went to de mng at shaw,&lt;br /&gt;she bought hers there.&lt;br /&gt;shopped ard.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what,&lt;br /&gt;i saw RACHEL LAU!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY PRI. SCH FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days;&lt;br /&gt;those days without worries.&lt;br /&gt;if only time could go back.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish it could.&lt;br /&gt;things wouldnt be like tat now.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA VISIT MCS ASPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, went to nana's hse sfter tat.&lt;br /&gt;bitched ard till 6.30&lt;br /&gt;walked hm;&lt;br /&gt;baredfooted!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;WAS REALLY FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need&lt;br /&gt;to start revising my work!&lt;br /&gt;i know nth abt geog and chem!&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;wonder how am i&lt;br /&gt;gonna sit fer de paper!&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOUR CHILD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dont like you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111426414459599624?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111366467339012114</id><published>2005-04-16T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:17:53.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING SPREE</title><content type='html'>YADADA!&lt;br /&gt;HAD 2.4 TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;CAME IN THE 19TH!&lt;br /&gt;BAD!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;went to yan's place,&lt;br /&gt;to shower.&lt;br /&gt;headed for town,&lt;br /&gt;wif yan, nana, siwing.&lt;br /&gt;MET NICOLE!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S REALLY NICE&lt;br /&gt;AND FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;AND YES, SHE'S PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;watched guess who.&lt;br /&gt;headed to tampines to meet&lt;br /&gt;mum and sis.&lt;br /&gt;shopped ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;den sis had to meet her freidns,&lt;br /&gt;so she left.&lt;br /&gt;i bought lotsa stuff!&lt;br /&gt;bought a new wallet,&lt;br /&gt;a skirt and top!&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;TATA-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111366467339012114?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111366467339012114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=111366467339012114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111366467339012114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/111366467339012114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/04/shopping-spree.html' title='SHOPPING SPREE'/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111306412723896624</id><published>2005-04-10T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:48:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWIM MEET! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LALAS.&lt;br /&gt;yest had swim meet.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;swam fer class!&lt;br /&gt;got 3rd!&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;but guess what,&lt;br /&gt;we had a really practical &lt;em&gt;pressie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a stack of foolscap each!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO SWEET OF THEM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WELL, COMPARED TO THE 1ST AND 2ND PRIZE,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OURS WAS CONSIDERED &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch de pacifier after tat.&lt;br /&gt;wif joanna, yan, AH-POOH, jamie and jocelyn!&lt;br /&gt;de show was nice!&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;den went home after some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;slept and had a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;dreamt tat AH-POOH wanted to die!&lt;br /&gt;well, she possessed!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went town today.&lt;br /&gt;WIF YAN, JAMIE AND JOANNA.&lt;br /&gt;i want tat ripcurl bag!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhs!&lt;br /&gt;so gonna buy it tmr.&lt;br /&gt;tmr.&lt;br /&gt;ya, having stoopid grading!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can pass!&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;ltr`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111306412723896624?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111286938496578856</id><published>2005-04-07T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T18:23:04.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow!</title><content type='html'>yays!&lt;br /&gt;guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;i just got booked!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;feeling so&lt;strong&gt; HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I THINK&lt;br /&gt;TAT DE BOOKING&lt;br /&gt;WAS TOTALLY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, right-&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111286938496578856?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/111286938496578856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>towning!</title><content type='html'>YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;WENT TOWNING TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;watched ms congeniality 2.&lt;br /&gt;wasn`t in de mood to shop,&lt;br /&gt;so didnt buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;anw, gonna town agn tmr.&lt;br /&gt;okay, more like ltr.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;i know,&lt;br /&gt;its stupid fer me to sit infront&lt;br /&gt;of this black thing&lt;br /&gt;at this timee.&lt;br /&gt;but i`m bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALAS-&lt;br /&gt;anw, cant wait to splurge tmr!&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;gonna sneak back to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;TATA-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-111177041429077246?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-111168001113119396</id><published>2005-03-24T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T00:00:11.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YADADA</title><content type='html'>YADADA!&lt;br /&gt;LALAS.&lt;br /&gt;I`M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;gosh, it seems like ages.&lt;br /&gt;lotsa things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;so much to do;&lt;br /&gt;so little time.&lt;br /&gt;firstly,&lt;br /&gt;i`m swimming fer tat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPIDD 50M FREE EVENT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;secondly,&lt;br /&gt;my results are&lt;br /&gt;fantastically &lt;strong&gt;BADLY&lt;/strong&gt; done!&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;wharts wrong wif me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD SAVE ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt,&lt;br /&gt;to make matter worst;&lt;br /&gt;we had to spot-check.&lt;br /&gt;one within our class;&lt;br /&gt;and a major one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREAMMS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone help me pls!&lt;br /&gt;and my taekwondo grading&lt;br /&gt;is coming!&lt;br /&gt;i`m so-not-prepared&lt;br /&gt;fer the test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOUBLE SCREAMMSS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DUN FREAKING UNDERSTAND WHY MUST THET BOTHER SO MUCH ABT OUR BELTS!&lt;br /&gt;IS IT REALLY TAT EYE-SORE TO THEM?&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DUN UNDERSTAND!&lt;br /&gt;THE EXPLANATION THAT&lt;br /&gt;THE POSITION OF OUR BELTS,&lt;br /&gt;DEFINES OUR INTELLIGENCE,&lt;br /&gt;IS TOTAL RUBBISH!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO NOT TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;IF IT IS SO,&lt;br /&gt;DOES IT MEAN TAT IF OUR BELTS ARE REALLY HIGH,&lt;br /&gt;WE'LL BE SMARTER!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;SCRAM OFF-&lt;br /&gt;I HATE TAT WEIRD LOOKING BIO TEACHER&lt;br /&gt;WIF FUNNY TIES&lt;br /&gt;AND AN EXTRAORDINARY ATITUDE!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;GET LOST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am someone who goes through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the same thing everyday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am my fears, my secrets, my trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am my living strength;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one that encourages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am unique;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unlike others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am my companion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I play;I laugh;I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Above all, I am god's gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-KAILING! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-110924418851770053?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-110898906080347584</id><published>2005-02-21T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:31:00.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel there is really no one to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;they say i can tell them,&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt work that way.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just over reacting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10931812-110898906080347584?l=runaway-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/110898906080347584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10931812&amp;postID=110898906080347584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/110898906080347584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10931812/posts/default/110898906080347584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway-queen.blogspot.com/2005/02/sometimes-i-feel-there-is-really-no.html' title=''/><author><name>thatismyworld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520594537233672170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10931812.post-110877798333434283</id><published>2005-02-19T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:53:03.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love at first sight`</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love at First Sight&lt;br /&gt;by Wislawa Szymborska&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that a sudden feeling had united them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This certainty is beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even more beautiful than uncertainty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They thought they didn't know each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing had ever happened between them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These streets, these stairs, this corridors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where they could have met so long ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to ask them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if they can remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-perhaps in a revolving doorface to face one day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A "sorry" in the crowd?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Wrong number" on the 'phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- but I know the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, they don't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How surprised they would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For such a long time already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fate has been playing with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not quite yet readyto change into destiny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which brings them nearer and yet further,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cutting their pathand stifling a laugh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;escaping ever further;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were sings, indications,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;undecipherable, what does in matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three years ago, perhaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or even last Tuesday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this leaf flying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from one shoulder to another?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something lost and gathered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knows, perhaps a ball already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the bushes, in childhood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were handles, door bells,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where, on the trace of a hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another hand was placed;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suitcases next to one another in theleft luggage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And maybe one night the same dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forgotten on walking;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But every beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is only a continuation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the book of fate is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always open in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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