<?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-8599978105274007413</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:52:31.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Picture of me....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599978105274007413.post-4709153314048722241</id><published>2010-06-23T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:03:05.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What Do I Know of Holy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made You promises a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hear from Heaven&lt;br /&gt;But I talked the whole time&lt;br /&gt;I think I made You too small&lt;br /&gt;I never feared You at all No&lt;br /&gt;If You touched my face would I know You?&lt;br /&gt;Looked into my eyes could I behold You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of You&lt;br /&gt;Who spoke me into motion?&lt;br /&gt;Where have I even stood&lt;br /&gt;But the shore along Your ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Are You fire? Are You fury?&lt;br /&gt;Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that I had figured You out&lt;br /&gt;I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about&lt;br /&gt;How You were mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;Those were only empty words on a page&lt;br /&gt;Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be&lt;br /&gt;The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of You&lt;br /&gt;Who spoke me into motion?&lt;br /&gt;Where have I even stood&lt;br /&gt;But the shore along Your ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Are You fire? Are You fury?&lt;br /&gt;Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?&lt;br /&gt;And a God who gave life "its" name?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;Of the One who the angels praise?&lt;br /&gt;All creation knows Your name&lt;br /&gt;On earth and heaven above&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of this love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of You&lt;br /&gt;Who spoke me into motion?&lt;br /&gt;Where have I even stood&lt;br /&gt;But the shore along Your ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Are You fire? Are You fury?&lt;br /&gt;Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-4709153314048722241?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4709153314048722241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=4709153314048722241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/4709153314048722241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/4709153314048722241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-do-i-know-of-holy-addison-road-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-7775351457967014150</id><published>2010-06-22T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:25:14.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been holding on so tight&lt;br /&gt;Look at these knuckles&lt;br /&gt;They've gone white&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting for who I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to find security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You say let it go, You say let it go&lt;br /&gt;You say life is waiting for the one's who lose control&lt;br /&gt;You say you will be, everything I need&lt;br /&gt;You said if I lose my life it's then I'll find my soul&lt;br /&gt;You say let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's hard enough to hear&lt;br /&gt;Harder still, to move beyond this fear&lt;br /&gt;We know there's nothing I can bring,&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You say let it go, You say let it go&lt;br /&gt;You say life is waiting for the one's who lose control&lt;br /&gt;You say You will be, everything I need&lt;br /&gt;You said if I lose my life it's then I'll find my soul&lt;br /&gt;You say let it go, You say let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I love?&lt;br /&gt;What do I hate?&lt;br /&gt;What will I lose?&lt;br /&gt;What will I gain?&lt;br /&gt;How do I save my soul?&lt;br /&gt;What if I bend?&lt;br /&gt;What if I break?&lt;br /&gt;What will it cost?&lt;br /&gt;What will it take?&lt;br /&gt;For you to save my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say let it go, You say let it go&lt;br /&gt;You say life is waiting for the one's who lose control&lt;br /&gt;You say You will be, everything I need&lt;br /&gt;You said if I lose my life it's then I'll find my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say let it go, You say let it go&lt;br /&gt;You say life is waiting for the one's who lose control&lt;br /&gt;You say you will be, everything I need&lt;br /&gt;You said if I lose my life it's then I'll find my soul&lt;br /&gt;You say let it go, You say let it go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-7775351457967014150?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7775351457967014150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=7775351457967014150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2z15FlTONVo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2z15FlTONVo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-5362230901743667019?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5362230901743667019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=5362230901743667019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5362230901743667019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5362230901743667019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-3759350844195535066</id><published>2010-06-21T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:46:58.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's by grace and love I'm free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humility will protects after winning a battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride hides your enemies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-3759350844195535066?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3759350844195535066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=3759350844195535066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3759350844195535066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3759350844195535066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-by-grace-and-love-im-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-605143466605833112</id><published>2010-06-18T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:06:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to take a break off all secular things that aren't squeeky clean, non-sexually romantic/suggestive movies, music &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that includes Justin  Bieber, because surprisingly many of his songs talk about hooking up, which is DEFINITELY what life revolves around)&lt;/span&gt;, TV, Facebook (don't ask, I just think it's not helpful), books, magazines, internet, etc. It's really hard. Thankfully, blogs are ALWAYS squeeky clean. Heh. It's tough. But like... I've become so used to all of it, I'm kind of worried about what goes into my head. Like... If all that junk is going into my head, where will God's love fit in, and like... Won't that all just exuudeee out of me. (Shivers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-605143466605833112?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/605143466605833112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=605143466605833112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/605143466605833112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/605143466605833112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-going-to-take-break-off-all-secular.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-3225735247768927124</id><published>2010-06-18T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:42:14.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:72pt;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:72pt;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God never changes.&lt;br /&gt;And we can never fully understand His ways,&lt;br /&gt;But by walking by faith,&lt;br /&gt;We fulfill His plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-3225735247768927124?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3225735247768927124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=3225735247768927124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3225735247768927124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3225735247768927124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-never-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-288220208045655482</id><published>2010-06-17T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:01:59.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beauty from within&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-288220208045655482?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/288220208045655482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=288220208045655482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/288220208045655482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/288220208045655482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2010/06/beauty-from-within.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-5094319890976618942</id><published>2010-06-17T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:24:18.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The I got a new computer cheer:&lt;br /&gt;Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Waka, Waka, Waka, Waka&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Schnair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-5094319890976618942?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5094319890976618942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=5094319890976618942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5094319890976618942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5094319890976618942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-got-new-computer-cheer-yo-yo-yo-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-8022593432981331407</id><published>2010-06-17T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T12:15:22.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zoe: [to the computer screen] You're so pretty, yes you are, yes you are, yes you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Louiza starts typing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: Please don't blog that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-8022593432981331407?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/8022593432981331407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=8022593432981331407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/8022593432981331407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/8022593432981331407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2010/06/zoe-youre-so-pretty-yes-you-are-yes-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-6247815240856595429</id><published>2010-06-17T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T12:06:51.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enjoying Zoe's "I MUST HAVE IT!"&lt;br /&gt;At everything she's looking at in JustShop.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we are on the wrong continent&lt;br /&gt;Zoe is going crazy that she's starting babytalk, begging, crying, growling, repeating everything in a different accents, laughing abit madly.&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-6247815240856595429?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.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-8599978105274007413.post-822498007190606486</id><published>2010-06-16T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:26:06.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jesus is either a lunatic, liar or God.&lt;br /&gt;I'd go with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-822498007190606486?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/822498007190606486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=822498007190606486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/822498007190606486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/822498007190606486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2010/06/jesus-is-either-lunatic-liar-or-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-4736628101853573014</id><published>2010-06-16T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:25:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clinging to the promise of a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm waiting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to know that I'm in on the promise of a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pick me up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me in Your arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to start a fresh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm hoping my foundations are pleasing to You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You hear my heart and You alone know its desires. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;have fallen to my knees&lt;br /&gt;As I sing a lullaby of pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling broken in my melody&lt;br /&gt;As I sing to help the tears go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember the pledge you made to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're always there&lt;br /&gt;To hear my every prayer inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm clinging to the promise of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;I hear the words you say&lt;br /&gt;To never walk away from me and leave behind&lt;br /&gt;The promise of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you help me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up, take me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Find my way back from the storm&lt;br /&gt;And you show me how to grow&lt;br /&gt;Through the change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the pledge you made to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am holding on to the hope I have inside&lt;br /&gt;With you I will stay through every day&lt;br /&gt;Putting my understanding aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am comforted&lt;br /&gt;To know you're always there&lt;br /&gt;To hear my every prayer inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm clinging to the promise of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;I hear the words you say&lt;br /&gt;To never walk away from me and leave behind&lt;br /&gt;The promise of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're always there&lt;br /&gt;To hear my every prayer inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm clinging to the promise of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can see my heart&lt;br /&gt;is holding to the promise of a lifetime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-4736628101853573014?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4736628101853573014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=4736628101853573014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/4736628101853573014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/4736628101853573014'/><link 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I have..... A belly button!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I was so sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing is impossible for You, You hold my world in Your hands &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/8599978105274007413-4614374980214764990?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4614374980214764990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=4614374980214764990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/4614374980214764990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/4614374980214764990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2010/06/procrastinaters-leaders-of-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-696311476888023819</id><published>2010-06-07T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:43:24.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for a message I'll never get</title><content type='html'>Thanking God for His really really long love letter.&lt;br /&gt;Relieved? Yes. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied? Whoever said I always had to be?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling stupid? Yeapp. I hardly knew him.&lt;br /&gt;Learnt something? Wouldn't give up my values for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish for things I don't want to get. &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/8599978105274007413-696311476888023819?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/696311476888023819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=696311476888023819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/696311476888023819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/696311476888023819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting-for-message-ill-never-get.html' title='Waiting for a message I&apos;ll never get'/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-3252852851155614970</id><published>2010-01-26T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:43:43.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time I changed this blog's look.&lt;br /&gt;Today feels like a good day to blog. But it's been so boring! Except for Joey's joke backfiring on him. (((: My dad is a smart dude. So's my mum. She didn't look to please with the joke. Wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad! There.are.no.strawberries.at.home. and mum doesn't want to get me anymore 'cos they're expensive and they're the only fruits I eat. DDD: HOW?! If people are choc-aholics and shop-aholics then why shouldn't I be strawberry-aholic? I mean... They're healthy, red, sweet, small and edible, and I'm not allowed to shop this year, and chocolates aren't the healthiest thing in the world, STRAWBERRIES ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;So do post-its. (((:&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I had such a cool idea just now. But it's difficult to share since it's very visual. OH MAN. Sounds so wrong. Sounds wronger than Cookie's 'I bought something that satisfied me today' post. hahahah. It isn't wrong. To the pure, all things are pure!&lt;br /&gt;STRAWBERRIES CONSUME MY MIND AFTER GOD.&lt;br /&gt;DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;This is bad. I've become addicted to strawberries. Never mind. Strawberries are nice.&lt;br /&gt;Wooo. Dopey moved into my room last night. It was so super fun. Especially since we were both high. Then she went 'I feel like having roti' infront of mum and dad. Guess what? They WERE going for roti. So they bought back some for us. But in the mean time, Dopey and I kept poking each other 'cos we have a double decker bed, so we kept popping our heads up/down to scare each other. She succeeded most of the time. DD: But it hurt my eye. Maybe that's why it swelled up. ARGH. Can't fast anymore. On orange antibiotics. WOOO. They're orange!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday's cell outing. MUNCHERS! I'm super sad I didn't get to go school today though. Wanted to go to Shanon and Wenglin's prayer meeting ))): Wasn't very high today except when I was praying. I got quite high then, especially when I was thanking God for strawberries. This strawberry obsession is getting annoying. hhaha. But they're so so so good!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tonight. I forsee scaring Dopey more. (((: FEAR ME!&lt;br /&gt;Shoot. Exceeded break time again. D:&lt;br /&gt;Miah. My study plan failed. Terribly. Especially since a certain History teacher hasn't returned us the questions to help us revise. Honestly. Like... We seriously have to study on our own. SAADDD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-3252852851155614970?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3252852851155614970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=3252852851155614970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3252852851155614970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3252852851155614970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-time-i-changed-this-blogs-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-6289400007910586025</id><published>2009-10-22T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:29:22.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm uber bored/stressed. I dislike prespective drawing. There are like 20 odd steps. Draw line here, draw line there. What the. My 'P' and 'I' look really really weird. But not like I can help it. The lines make everything so messy and confusing. I miss my NLPS buddys too. RAWR. That's my new faverouite word. Going to pull an all nighter. Have to pack for tomorrow too. Going to die for training tomorrow. IT.ENDS.AT.10:00. Can you imagine? It's training. How fun can training get? ARGH. I'm uber irresponsible. Bad prefect. Talking to myself. Not good. ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my literature was horrid and for everything else I did okayy. Shock. Don't know about LS and History though. Going to go back to drawing.&lt;br /&gt;P.s. My history and LS are the 2 subjects I died in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my soul longs for You. &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/8599978105274007413-6289400007910586025?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6289400007910586025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=6289400007910586025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/6289400007910586025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/6289400007910586025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-uber-boredstressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-6554060390055737676</id><published>2009-09-27T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:48:36.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped thinking about things I didn't want to think about. Prayer works. Feeling good. Found some cool revision material for History. (Christy, *wink*) Hahaha. Proof of our awesomeness. Nicole was nice and help me with revision for Chinese. Currently, I need more time. This break, you may say, certainly isn't helping. It is. My brain cannot turn mushy today. I can't afford it. I'm going to do lots of essays for Chinese and English. Then, I'm going to do practices for Paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. I need brain juice, if there is such a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-6554060390055737676?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6554060390055737676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=6554060390055737676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/6554060390055737676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/6554060390055737676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-7703188275697492363</id><published>2009-09-26T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:31:25.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brain's mushy tonight. Sick of History. ATHAGH. That means absolutely nothing, it's the rambling of my brains. So. There. I need something fun. I can't find fun in my house. Oh man. The facebook pact is not working my way today. Well.... It's short term fun for now. I bet Stacy broke the pact. I forgot to sms her. Oops. She hasn't smsed me though. I can't stop thinking about what I'm thinking about now. I need passion for certain things. Like QT. HUMPH. Today, I decided that &lt;em&gt;I, Louiza, need Haagen Daz/Ben and Jerry's. &lt;/em&gt;oh oh. And Who's line is it anyway? I'm aiming nowhere right now. I really don't feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stir it up in my heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-7703188275697492363?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7703188275697492363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=7703188275697492363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/7703188275697492363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/7703188275697492363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-brains-mushy-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-8618631410612842761</id><published>2009-09-25T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:24:48.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLZ3OFM_tuo/SrzSjyt3R5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/RoOvw_5BH5A/s1600-h/Kyu+Jong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLZ3OFM_tuo/SrzSjyt3R5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/RoOvw_5BH5A/s320/Kyu+Jong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385410766779664274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Christy,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday a week in advance.&lt;br /&gt;I love Kyu Jong. I don't think he's gay, I think he's cute&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're high now. And you'll keep coming back to get high.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. That's him right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Pittas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ZOEPIT%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-8618631410612842761?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/8618631410612842761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=8618631410612842761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/8618631410612842761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/8618631410612842761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-christy-happy-birthday-week-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLZ3OFM_tuo/SrzSjyt3R5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/RoOvw_5BH5A/s72-c/Kyu+Jong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599978105274007413.post-7275871630226117395</id><published>2009-09-25T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:14:56.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woots. Found a Greek with a blog and same name.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625800515843163049&lt;br /&gt; Yay. Being lame really. There are so many others with my name. Like my cousin. She has my full name. Or... Well. I have her full name. Depends how you look at it. My head hurts. I'm living way too much in the past. (Get it? History?) I'm really making stupid lame jokes. I blame History. I love and love and love Love story meets Viva la Vida. Super nice. Go search on YouTube. I don't want to go back to studying. I'll take a little longer. My head is being annoying. Very soon, I'm going to fire it. Feel like pulling an all nighter. In front of the TV. Yepp. That'll be great. I'd be dead tomorrow. Might actually really fall asleep in tuition. Not that it's boring. Oh. Christy just pointed out that I spelt her name wrong. Oops. That might not be particulary fantastic. She's still trying to get me hooked on a Korean guy. She's going to take forever. I can get high perfectly well thank you. I just need choclates and ice-cream. Prefably, Ben and Jerry's cookie dough. Oh no. Break's over. Dang. Might not be back this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love's got a hold on me.&lt;br /&gt;I will run to the hiding place.&lt;br /&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/8599978105274007413-7275871630226117395?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7275871630226117395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=7275871630226117395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/7275871630226117395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/7275871630226117395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2009/09/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-2073125439859861100</id><published>2009-09-25T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:33:32.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back. Aish. Scared I'll forget everything. Hm... Mugging with Christy on MSN. You may ask ' How is that possibe?' Well, I banned Facebok, made a pact with Stacy which I broke. For a good cause. I was REALLY helping Chrisy. Who thinks this pact is stupid. It isn't. And then, I'm disciplining Christy. The poor girl simply can't concentrate very long. On Golden Age. Decided to skim the first 4 chapters maybe. Oh dear. Well, let's see. My conscience/ super kia su spirit might not help me very much. Golden Age is pretty easy. I'm hooked on it. Oh mann.. Back to studying. I still am not done. I still will be back (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-2073125439859861100?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2073125439859861100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=2073125439859861100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/2073125439859861100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/2073125439859861100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-6380524351738950580</id><published>2009-09-25T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:27:52.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer's gone crazy and decided that it shouldn't show the images on my blog. Honestly, I quite like the blank-white look. Typical. Today, I don't have many things to write about. Correction, nice things to write about. It's been an emo day and there's nothing more I can say without insulting a number of people. Woops. Time to go back to History. ): I'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-6380524351738950580?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6380524351738950580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=6380524351738950580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/6380524351738950580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/6380524351738950580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-computers-gone-crazy-and-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-3400350407704076541</id><published>2009-09-23T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:13:39.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was tiring.  Got scolded in assembly for laughing. Really. If there's something Chinese related, talk slower. Monesha, Mel and I were like 'um.. What?' This is bad. I might not make ith through listening. So I laughed. Bad timing. Teacher happened to be there 'You're a prefect. Supposed to set good example.' Okayy.. I slip up once. Hey. I'm human. Then I decided that the next time there is a prize presentation for Secondary School, I should go take pictures. It's not fair only the Primary school students get pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project work was pretty much no-brainer. Listening to other groups. Chemistry too. Tried concentrating. Couldn't. Christy kept giving me weird weird quizes that made no sense.  I gave all the wrong answers. Watched Dead Poet's Society in Speech and Drama. I'm so sad Neil died. Stupid dad. Made him commit suicide. I tried to stay awake for the last 5 minutes of Chinese. Didn't work. Oh dear. Hoping there wasn't anything too important. Recess was fun. Paid full attention during L.A. Just found out/ Realised that L.A. exam is in a week. So I needed it. And I was really enthusiastic. Everyone in the learning group did the thing and gave ideas. Yay. S.S. was nothing important but I stayed awake. We're watching Pursuit of Happiness. I like it. I like the way he goes 'this chapter off my life is called ''Stupid'' '. Yepp. Then we had assembly. Briefing on EOYs rules. Ended really early but didn't go home early. We got a lecture from Mrs. Low and why we are a terribly misbehaved class. Listened. Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be great, you have to be a servant to others and to be first, a slave. &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/8599978105274007413-3400350407704076541?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3400350407704076541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=3400350407704076541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3400350407704076541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3400350407704076541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-was-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-8679120488009924227</id><published>2009-09-22T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:38:06.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today seemed like a good day to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;Humph. Couple of weeks more to EOYs. I'm only slightly worried. Well, been working pretty well these past days... I need strawberries. And choclates. Today was slightly mundane. Well, we had 2h 20 min of free period because my English and Math teacher were absent. Slept throughout Math. And yet,  I was able to feel Tammy was it? Tying a ribbon around my hair and numerous people attempting to wake me up.  I felt everything didn't bother to respond. Too difficult to open my eyes. Was a good sleep though. Then I managed to make it through chem. It was quite fun la. I'm pretty sure I spilt like the alkali. That made Nilly complain 'Why so soapy? I hate the soapy feeling.' Oops. Oh well... It's not entirely my fault. Recess was spent well. Went for L.A.. But Ms Li was absent. Decided against sleeping. Went to computer lab to do 'PW'. I completed it last week. But anyway, Nicole and I only spent like 20 minutes there and the computers were super duper laggy. Annoying. Then we decided to be productive and revise History. (: After that was History. Which passed like a breeze. Forgot we had History homework. But our teacher doesn't care anyway. The whole time was spent on a question which she was contridicting herself multiple times about. Fun to watch really. Meanwhile Christy, Cordillia and I were doing some dumb personality quiz. I couldn't stop laughing at Christy's answers. They were really really funnyy. Mine were somewhat correct. Not entirely. Only like 2 questions. So we just completed that. Then Chinese.  I forgot what we did. I think we did like... OHOH. We did 私函. Passed quickly. Then school ended. Oh joy. Got approached by Cassmine. Asking for donations for Mel's b'day present. Apparently, they collected 145 dollars. They were only 4 dollars short. That's one expensive pressie. 149 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... Have to go study. History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shoot. What homework have I not done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welcome the King of glory in.&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/8599978105274007413-8679120488009924227?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/8679120488009924227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=8679120488009924227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/8679120488009924227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/8679120488009924227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-seemed-like-good-day-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-7276978150272581664</id><published>2009-05-06T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:58:24.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOA. SUPER LONG HAVEN'T POSTED.&lt;br /&gt;EEKS. Common test week started. Don't ask why I'm posting. I JUST AM. Haha. HM... mg's been good. Trainee prefects aren't very much liked. Especially, unliked by Cordilla. (: Hahah. When I warn her, ' EEEE... Trainee prefect. Get away from me.' Ironic. She was the one who nominated me. Ah well... Just like, respect the rules.&lt;br /&gt;For the blur peeps who don't know the most basic, scary rule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)don't use your handphone on the second floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't the only one who thought bio was difficult right? I STUDIED!! EEKS. ): Well, tomorrow's geography. Geography and English. English is okay-ish. Geog. I need to do super well. (: Since I already flunked my class test. Which causes me to ask myself, why am I blogging in the first place? WHOA. The people playing under my block are EXTREMELY annoying. I can like hear their voices from my study room. So, concentrating became tougher than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then Loui's stomach decided it's time for some nice dinner. Loui's brain agreed. It also suggested she studies after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The end (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I will link the nice people who tagged after this dumb dumb period of common tests. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-7276978150272581664?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7276978150272581664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=7276978150272581664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/7276978150272581664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/7276978150272581664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2009/05/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-2335033584662061682</id><published>2009-03-21T13:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:31:35.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't quite posted in a super long time. Haven't really had the time at all.... Yupp. I'm pretty sure I have a project and a ton of homework impending. This term's been pretty good. By God's grace, I've gotten A1s and A2s for all subjects except chinese. Chinese I got B4 because of my compo.s. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure I would have scored an A2. So... there's nothing really interesting actually.... Perhaps I MIGHT poison the people who'll eat my cookies during the CF annual meeting. My cooking's not exactly fantastic... REALLY. So yupp. Missing my awesomest primary school friends whom we have nothing to talk about o even if we had the time.... Sad. Righto. I forgot. To those freaks who thought I'll turn lesbian at the start of the year... I'M SO NOT LESBIAN. Just more high and retarded... That sounded more than wrong... HM.... Yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Malacca on Thursday. Completely unplanned. Got picked up by parents during camp, really awkward. Thankfully my sister picked me up. Still in camp clothes, my parents suprised me by telling me we were going to Malacca. Went straight from campsite. Slept throughout car ride. Was really tired. Got to Malacca, hit the shops in Makota. Found nothing until 6 when I got to F.O.S. Then I went on high because I saw a million shirts I loved. Finished at 8... Was too late to drive home... Too dangerous. Much to my mother's delight, we agreed to stay the night-- VERY VERY UNPLANNED. Everyone bought a change of clothes.  People stared at me because I was really in home clothes kind of thing... Prayed for hotel. Found hotel. (: YAY. Stayed overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-- Woke up. Showered. Ate. Debated on whether or not we should break the tradition and have 2 pretzels instead of 1. Decided not to. Went shopping at the MegaMALL. Back to the awesomest F.O.S. Bought jeans!!! Bought tickets to Marley and me. Prayed that certain friends also holidaying in Malaysia wouldn't see us. Bought shoes for mum in Makota. Watched movie. Left at 4... Slept on whole car ride back... YUPP. Official proof that our family's just not normal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to return to that pile of trash called holiday homework (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-2335033584662061682?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2335033584662061682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=2335033584662061682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/2335033584662061682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/2335033584662061682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2009/03/havent-quite-posted-in-super-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-8326868950617275429</id><published>2008-12-09T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:42:56.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slopped around alot today. Initaially, I thought there'd be piano. Thus, I rushed to complete my homework. Then I found out that the WHOLE day was eventless.Which made me play Sims2 for the rest of the day. However, I have done some tuition (the utmost minimum) and not to mention the 1st christmas card. Opened my 2nd Christmas present this morning. My parents thought it'll be cute to give me the fishing game. You know, the absolute kiddy one. Which I found rater amusing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I agonized over why in the two movies with Gerald Butler in it (Phantom ofthe Opera and P.S I Love You) Gerald Butler always ends up in bad circumstances. ): It's so sad!!! (: Yea, this are on of the awesome songs I find awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIhdWPUJr3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIhdWPUJr3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ej1zMxbhOO0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ej1zMxbhOO0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-8326868950617275429?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/8326868950617275429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=8326868950617275429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/8326868950617275429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/8326868950617275429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/12/slopped-around-alot-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-2394759961183439051</id><published>2008-12-08T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:12:52.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched Phantom of the Opera. Gah. I'm so depressed. WHY DOES THE PHANTOM LOSE? ): I'm emotionally scared. I hate these kind of shows. Why can't everything end happily? BOOHOO. I guess that's why I adore the Disney shows. Because they're shallow. Deep shows with sad endings leave me in a near-tears stage (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day was boring. Opened one of the Christmas presents from my dad. Turned out to be the Sims2 Apartment Life expansion pack! Woohooo! Yay. Awesome guy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-2394759961183439051?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2394759961183439051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=2394759961183439051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/2394759961183439051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/2394759961183439051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-watched-phantom-of-opera.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-5109251150477372938</id><published>2008-12-05T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:18:18.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kinda sad that I'm leaving Northland. My mind hasn't really processed the fact that I will no longer be following the routine that I have followed for the past &lt;em&gt;six years&lt;/em&gt; of my life. Won't be seeing the same familiar faces that I have been for the past six years. Won't be hearing the same voices. Won't be sharing memories with the same close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my sis says to think positive, and I've been thinking. I guess there &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;em&gt;few &lt;/em&gt;good outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm now on to a new (girls) school. I guess that even though I'm leaving behind close friends, I'll also be leaving behind a few not-so close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, NO BGRS!!! Even though everyone seems so hoooked on it; and makes it their entire life, I have to admite it's getting a little on my nerves. I mean like we're a tad young right? Of course, these are soley my views and aren't meant in anyway to be offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing I can come up with is basically no longer being able to be hurt by &lt;em&gt;"friends"&lt;/em&gt; who make fun of you when you decide to not hang out with them or get more absorbed in FAMILY life. I read this AWESOME book, and I found out it meant they themselves felt worthless and their parents don't help either. Thus the need to pull others down. HAHAHA. How true, no? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-5109251150477372938?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5109251150477372938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=5109251150477372938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5109251150477372938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5109251150477372938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/12/man-im-glad-im-out-of-nlps-and-on-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-1505057808773464324</id><published>2008-12-05T11:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:51:38.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church camp was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weee. Our group was meant to be the act cool group (P5 and 6 girls who normally emo). But....We turned out to be superbly enthusiastic. Mainly because we were all on high!! Right Judith? We had three (or isit four?) girls from Rgs, one from Nlps and 2 (or 3)unknowns. Hahah. So praise and worship we really praised. Prayer we really prayed. We couldn't stop cheering. However, during rest and sleep, we did anything but that. During rest, we talked/sang lullabys for our group leaders. During sleep we chatted 'til a teacher or 2 checked in. Then we had the amazing race. Our teachers decided to make it extra difficult. ): And during thew race, I pulled Charmaine's cheek. (this is of great significance for she had stiches done. &gt;&lt;) The talent nite was dumb. I think we did a dumb (stupid) skit. We should have done the elmo song only!!! (: haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Enough typing.  I'll just post pix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STi4FQHMNkI/AAAAAAAAACY/4eFotOJOF5M/s1600-h/ourflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276169363828520514" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STi4FQHMNkI/AAAAAAAAACY/4eFotOJOF5M/s200/ourflag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our group flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STi4FQ5mnKI/AAAAAAAAACg/rEqV5EiP14Y/s1600-h/our+cam+whore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276169364039965858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STi4FQ5mnKI/AAAAAAAAACg/rEqV5EiP14Y/s200/our+cam+whore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charmaine, Judith and I cam whoring when it was rest time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STi4Fhj6o2I/AAAAAAAAACo/BDe5LpLUMGA/s1600-h/edibles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276169368512406370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STi4Fhj6o2I/AAAAAAAAACo/BDe5LpLUMGA/s200/edibles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judith-- the fellow emo/retard-- eating while we were meant to be sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STi4F3Y4lGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UOTXo7Ggwxw/s1600-h/judith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276169374371714146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STi4F3Y4lGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UOTXo7Ggwxw/s200/judith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MORE CAM WHORING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STi4FoRiiEI/AAAAAAAAACw/hx4qbJbv3L4/s1600-h/flag+making.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276169370314377282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STi4FoRiiEI/AAAAAAAAACw/hx4qbJbv3L4/s200/flag+making.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flag making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STjmKtDxTDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/k2_p98j2nsA/s1600-h/me+sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276220035033025586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STjmKtDxTDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/k2_p98j2nsA/s200/me+sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAYBE I did sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STjmKCvwf6I/AAAAAAAAADA/5GXLElSEsSU/s1600-h/more+cam+whoring.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STjmKUSvSXI/AAAAAAAAADI/DWKgcybBTZQ/s1600-h/me+and+my+tatooed+leg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276220028384921970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STjmKUSvSXI/AAAAAAAAADI/DWKgcybBTZQ/s200/me+and+my+tatooed+leg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I never failed to cam whore nevertheless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STjmK3cMIlI/AAAAAAAAADY/NTtymJ2y5Js/s1600-h/n655637354_1241860_4430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276220037819802194" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STjmK3cMIlI/AAAAAAAAADY/NTtymJ2y5Js/s200/n655637354_1241860_4430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larissa with her face painted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(These photos were taken by my darling Charmaine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STjmKCvwf6I/AAAAAAAAADA/5GXLElSEsSU/s1600-h/more+cam+whoring.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-1505057808773464324?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1505057808773464324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=1505057808773464324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/1505057808773464324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/1505057808773464324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/12/church-camp-was-super-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STi4FQHMNkI/AAAAAAAAACY/4eFotOJOF5M/s72-c/ourflag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599978105274007413.post-6443091998862606103</id><published>2008-12-05T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:08:33.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHILDCARE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;YAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't my blog look the awesomest? Hahah. Zoe and I (mostly Zoe) did the awesomest job ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week's much better. Stopped going to the childcare centre so I can stay home and muck about. In the childcare it was SUPER hectic! Most of the time, I go at around 2 and come homee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at 5:30. Sometimes I go at 7a.m. and then I get so tired, I feel like vomiting. Since I've been helping at both Nursery 1 or 2, the children are hyper active. So, when I come....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;N1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I arrive, the children are all tucked in and asleep (except unless they're naughty). So, I'll just like take care of the naughty ones. Then, when they awake, I'll sometimes read books to them or try NOT to play with them (which I always fail miserably- when they run around the school, they look so cute! I can't resist.) After which, I may be assigned to a violent 2 year old. Who's also freakishly cute. And again, I am left running up and down the school. Or I'm assigned to the class. And then, everyone's fighting for my lap/attention. Yea. This carries on until they go watch TV. So, they're all glued to it. Finally, I return home. Now, accompanied by a hyper active 6 year old (a.k.a. Teh-o .)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276136506685406866" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STiaMtt0PpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oCd885OVsv0/s200/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half the children aren't sleeping. They spring up in happiness when they see me. (They know that the 'teacher' for bullying has arrived.) So, when it's time for them to rise and shine, THEY ALL GO NAUGHTY. Except the rare one or 2. (CASSEY!!!) Yea, then we play. (And by play, I throw balls around and two minutes later, a certain child or two complains they have no ball.) Until 5. So yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-6443091998862606103?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6443091998862606103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=6443091998862606103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/6443091998862606103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/6443091998862606103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/12/childcare.html' title='CHILDCARE!!!'/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/STiaMtt0PpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oCd885OVsv0/s72-c/DSC01050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599978105274007413.post-228548253143484826</id><published>2008-10-28T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:16:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a lot happening this holidays which aren't over just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement started 1week ago in Tioman. I'm so glad we went. The first day was okay, a tad unpleasant though. On the second day, we took a speed boat on a round island tour. The weather was rather horrid. It was evident a storm was brewing. The speed boat was very unsteady at first. Being wierd and all, I began to imagine my funeral &gt;&lt;. By the time we arrived at our first stop, a village, the boat ride had begun to be more smooth. Over there, we played in the water, having no snorkeling to do. After that stop, we headed on to a waterfall. After a short hike (in our swim suits) through the jungle, we arrived at an ever refreshing waterfall. The water was freezing. Though that didn't stop me, it stopped my mother, father and sister. What scared me the most was the seemingly daunting depth of the water. Not only was it rather deep, it was dark. I was so afraid that there might be a dangerous animal (e.g. snake) lurking in the water. After that, we headed on to another resorty place for a sumptious lunch. Since it rained while we were having our lunch, by the time we set out again for the snorkeling, the sky was already crisp blue and pretty much cloudless.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the first snorkeling site. Feeding the fishes with bread, it was frightnening to see armies of fishes headed for that miserable piece of bread in my hand. Obviously, all of us simply threw bread a distance away from us, fearing our fingers would be mistakened for bread, which happened anyway. BUT.BUT. I eventually did hand feed the fishes. From the boat. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the final day, we spent the morning canoeing. It was a great workout for our arms. Furthermore, we were able to bond. Dad and I went out quite far, to an island nearby whereas Mum and I were a tad chicken and didn't go farther out than the pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, everything turned comical. The ferry we were on was 30mins away from the port in Mersing when the boat slowed to a halt. The lights went off as the air conditioner did. One of the commuters Dad was talking to investigated, finding the power outage was ,infact, due to a shortage of petrol. So, we waited for another 2 hours before the boat had petrol. Still, since it was a ferry, it took ages. Thus, they escorted some of us back via speed boats. And even then, it was running short of petrol. Oh dear. &gt;&lt;&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/8599978105274007413-228548253143484826?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/228548253143484826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=228548253143484826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/228548253143484826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/228548253143484826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-was-lot-happening-this-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-7959678853095112527</id><published>2008-08-09T06:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T07:00:06.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh! 50 something does to psle. oh dear. so posting is going to be difficult. apologies. anyway, today's national day, so i found out when i was writing this post. so yeap. good luck to all. yeshyesh. since i haven't gone out much either, there's nothing more to write. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's so great i'm mostly over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-7959678853095112527?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7959678853095112527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=7959678853095112527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/7959678853095112527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/7959678853095112527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/08/argh-50-something-does-to-psle.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-97297001153806204</id><published>2008-07-13T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:41:17.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah.....These few weeks....They've been so retarded. Like, SUPER RETARDED for me. First of all, well, my mind has been whooo!!! and then i go into identity crisis and so on. anyway, then we had the school anniversary concert and then my mom's company family day.... It was really really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school anniversary was really fun mostly because We performed. We (T, T, and R and I) were late. But i went first. Miss J scolded like siao before we came and did things that if i wrote on this blog, would cause trouble. When i came first, she completely ignored me and did not even say our name.....Never mind. So i signalled T, T and R not to go into the hall. then i ran off stage. and i informed them what happened. so we pang seid MissJ and practiced on our name. Sorry. I forgot to mention that this was like the practice on the same day. Then we changed and got ready. So like the rest of the time was spent on the make-up and all the other preparations. YEA. THE PERFORMANCE ROCKED!!! we really managed to do well and i finally managed to dance quite some. haha. yea. it was good to meet up with Aloysious and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday was rather fun in a sense that we got to sit on a mechanical bull and hit my sis (i lost.) ): I should upload the photos sometime later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-97297001153806204?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/97297001153806204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=97297001153806204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/97297001153806204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/97297001153806204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/07/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-9058939212717710924</id><published>2008-06-21T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:21:39.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as promised, the video of our suite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s253.photobucket.com/flash/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http://vid253.photobucket.com/albums/hh79/donkeys_are_betterthan_you/538bfa3e.pbr&amp;hostname=stream253.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-9058939212717710924?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/9058939212717710924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=9058939212717710924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/9058939212717710924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/9058939212717710924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-3200514533538156892</id><published>2008-06-11T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:04:16.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoyos.....heh. came back from church camp 2 days ago. super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were staying in a suite. courtesy of my father being the official photographer. a king-size bed shared by Zup (my sis, a.k.a, Zoe), Theo the hot (my bro) and I. a couch used by my maid. another suite used by my parents. the bathroom had two shower places, a bathtub and a shower with a glass door...yesh. wonderful sea view (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother nearly drowned on the 2nd day. my sister and i were to blame. ): then everything was falling apart on day 3. Anyway, we still had fun. on hm...wait, i'm thinking. oh yeah. on day 4 we went shopping. it was boring. however, it was when we went to a fishing village the fun began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the day you slipped away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-3200514533538156892?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3200514533538156892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=3200514533538156892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3200514533538156892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3200514533538156892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/06/yoyos.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-8461166298833438032</id><published>2008-05-10T14:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:54:43.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/SCVxul9CBzI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmtprpS8fMM/s1600-h/when+i+met+my+best+friend.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i apologize greatly for not having posted for so long... i never realised my blog was so awesome that it got so many tags (its quite alot for me...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week's been pretty hectic. exams, i got 5th in class for english paper 2!!!!, and sad to say, my best friend was hospitalized. she had dengue and was discharged yesterday. :o it was quite fun on thursday when i visited her. we pretty much had a party in her ward. (: the nurse had to come in a co&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/SCVxl19CByI/AAAAAAAAAB8/V5SZGNSNuWk/s1600-h/sth+really+nice.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uple of times to keep us quiet. then when taylor, kiah eng and rachel were leaving, i asked everyone to take a picture, and we sat on the drib. so the machine started to make noise...oops!!! =D yes. then we got bored and tiara started, oh never mind... i can't say. (: sorry. yes. so that was my visit to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to die.DSA into MGS is super difficult. i might not even try. For the ignorant who know nothing of the requirements, to get into....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1&gt; play 2 insruments (one in grade 5 the other in grade 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2&gt; piano in grade 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sports: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is ok just there's practice 3 times a week (no time for play, only study and run (i am going for cross-country))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1&gt; merit in grade 5 in the royal dance school of england&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SBC:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is the super smart class which is obviously very stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. so there's no chance for me. i think. oh dear. ): . anyway, there's was russell's birthday last saturday. i still have not got him a birthday pressie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Russel!!! Happy B'day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/SCVt3l9CBxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e3aQW9nDvfg/s1600-h/b%27day+cake+for+russel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198682146717435666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/SCVt3l9CBxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e3aQW9nDvfg/s200/b%27day+cake+for+russel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/SCVt3V9CBwI/AAAAAAAAABs/QEbSqVbFb80/s1600-h/russel+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198682142422468354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/SCVt3V9CBwI/AAAAAAAAABs/QEbSqVbFb80/s200/russel+pic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (hope you like the muffin(i amde it myself using powerpoint) and i got the picture from his blog (; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holiday time! for us p6 people, only for a short while sad to say... i feel really happy! there's this girl whom i know and once hated, today she apologized! perhaps clerissa was right, perhaps she changed. anyway, i am really sorry too. (: then there's other girl whose true colours i could not see without the help of a friend, who knew she could be so vicious???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the love we had is gone, or isit? under these brown eyes, i miss you...how do you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-8461166298833438032?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/8461166298833438032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=8461166298833438032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/8461166298833438032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/8461166298833438032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-apologize-greatly-for-not-having.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/SCVt3l9CBxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e3aQW9nDvfg/s72-c/b%27day+cake+for+russel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599978105274007413.post-5492078837743772486</id><published>2008-04-13T16:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:13:55.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, this blogs like dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the major things that have happened so far are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) sports day- i participated but didn't win anything...sad...kept getting 4th :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)chij funfair- super fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) sports school selection test- started because i was jealous of a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)SYF- erm.. well, let's just hope the choir sings well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)my Piano exam- whohooo!!! got awesome marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. well i can't think of anything more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, there are no pics for these as my phone has no memory card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SpOrtS daY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it rained. that's my excuse. i got lane 6- i think the slipperiest lane there and before i started running, i slipped.saD. heh. yes so like it was really bad. especially when like there was so many people. but it was fun because it meant that: a)i would get less homework b) less school time. the bad thing was that one of my friends found out that some guy, whose life i ruined last year, still liked me. i feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;CHIJ fUnFaiR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiara and i were nuts. we spent like at least thirty dollars there. it was very expensive. we went on the turny-turny ride which gave her gastric the next day (oops!!!). then we went shopping. until we had no money left and one hour of nothing to do. then we went to the gym and jumped. alot. :) it was free and us ,being super broke, had fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SpOrtS sCHL selecTION tEsT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As i said before, it started out because i was jealous of a certain friend...then i got picked out. not quite sure if they would call me up because i haven't quite have many achivements. i shall have to keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i got to go now,so i shan't tell you everything else that happens. :) poor you..... (; (i wrote this on some date of which i can't remember...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-5492078837743772486?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5492078837743772486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=5492078837743772486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5492078837743772486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5492078837743772486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow-this-blogs-like-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-5540328067953055317</id><published>2008-03-20T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:44:43.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes , i am dedicating this blog post to pictures of people;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my sister, cousins and brother in cyprus yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/31502545/0/599668293"&gt;&lt;img height="435" src="http://photos-545.friendster.com/e1/photos/54/52/31502545/599668293l.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;he says you're stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/31502545/1/752744568"&gt;&lt;img height="444" src="http://photos-545.friendster.com/e1/photos/54/52/31502545/1_752744568l.jpg" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/31502545/1/179446622"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well , since i gtg bb!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-5540328067953055317?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5540328067953055317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=5540328067953055317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5540328067953055317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5540328067953055317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-i-am-dedicating-this-blog-post-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-6705253966393970574</id><published>2008-03-14T17:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:28:42.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The reason for me not blogging for so long? I was doin my freinds' blogs and i found something called "photoshop" so anyway, i found a picture of a girl, and this is what she became..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/R9pESVwynVI/AAAAAAAAABU/4SmGpvjXRpg/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177525803485928786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/R9pESVwynVI/AAAAAAAAABU/4SmGpvjXRpg/s200/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crap cant upload cos file to big....:) oops.. sry... !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this month has been chaotic like alot. CA1 i did quite well and then my work and all started to drop...Die! whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so then i went on google and translated my blog into chinese. to view it in chinese please click on this link &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?u=http%3A%2F%2Fpage-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com&amp;amp;langpair=en%7Czh-CN&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8"&gt;http://translate.google.com/translate?u=http%3A%2F%2Fpage-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com&amp;amp;langpair=en%7Czh-CN&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&lt;/a&gt;. yea its really cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-6705253966393970574?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6705253966393970574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=6705253966393970574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/6705253966393970574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/6705253966393970574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/03/reason-for-me-not-blogging-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/R9pESVwynVI/AAAAAAAAABU/4SmGpvjXRpg/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599978105274007413.post-2314934507843160519</id><published>2008-02-25T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:52:31.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the singapore air show yesterday...it rocked!! so anyway like my parents being cia su and all went like really early and so going in was quite smooth the security to get in was like airport security!!!! anyway then  when we went in we walk around the outdoor where all the planes were and then we went inside to get all the freebies and that's when i saw sishan i first notice an extremely spiky durian head then he turned and i was like "sishan!!!" then he was like "huh????" so yea then it was time for the areobics where we saw the black knights doing a heart which was awsome .....then we watched the rest including seeing the A380 flying it is super big!!!!  and the routtes which was pretty cool. after the whole thing ended, i was leaving when they were toeing the A380 back to the show and it was like crossing so me and my mum went there and took photos  rly cool...yea gtg study for mth exams tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-2314934507843160519?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2314934507843160519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=2314934507843160519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/2314934507843160519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/2314934507843160519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/02/went-to-singapore-air-show-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-3213946729635057225</id><published>2008-02-22T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:01:26.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday went on singapore flyer!! if was so cool and like the view...wow...anyway like exams are approaching!!! so good luck to us people who have exams...all dance group people are like itchy legs to go on stage and perform again...I SUPPORT!! yea then i tried to change this blog's total look-very difficult for me...&lt;span&gt;.so like i wasted my break on it (dang!) yea. and if you were wondering about the weird music player colours, it was because i was to lazy to change it.... :) anyway this week keeps getting more fun like i am getting  tons of practice papers and stuff and then there is the recruitment of boys for choir and i am to ask the conductor if the boys can miss the morning session and only come for the afternoon one --er....i dont know what to reply ...hope so.... got to go now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-3213946729635057225?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3213946729635057225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=3213946729635057225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3213946729635057225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3213946729635057225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-went-on-singapore-flyer-if.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-5055949052552595091</id><published>2008-02-20T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:04:19.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah dang wow 2 months or almost 2 months past already....anyway CA1 comin and i'm dead because i'm not doing too well..,oh well leaving to study..man life is not easy must study hard so don't expect me to keep having lots of posts (smiley face) anyway am recruiting boys for choir so gtg...bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-5055949052552595091?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5055949052552595091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=5055949052552595091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5055949052552595091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5055949052552595091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/02/ah-dang-wow-2-months-or-almost-2-months.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-4761335528100589017</id><published>2008-01-12T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:10:45.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got my injection yesterday..so irritating!!!! now it very painful due to the tetunus injection(is that how you spell it)??? anyway so now moving,writting and pointing is causing me great pain. but anyway best wishes to all P5s getting their injection. just relax. the 1st injection is ok (if you do not move) and the 2nd one is pleasent. so relax...yesh now i don't have anything to write :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-4761335528100589017?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4761335528100589017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=4761335528100589017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/4761335528100589017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/4761335528100589017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-my-injection-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-3454803238142494184</id><published>2008-01-07T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:09:14.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww.. man! so exhausted! (well not really, if i hadn't slept at nine i would have been exhausted..) so anyway, yesterday went to sentosa... we went to the carlsberg skytower where i foud a lovely place to sleep-again. then we went over to the luge to have a competition with my mum...(I WON!!!) so mum, you owe me my pressie..then we went to the butterfly park and met a keeper which allowed me to put a butterfly on my nose (a..achoo!!!!!)Then we went to the 4D majix theater and the extreme log ride i loved them both they were really realistic though i prefer the 4D majix theater. anyway then, we went to the merlion and then we went home grabbed our swimming bags and headed to the pool for a dip and in hope to get a tan. Unfortunately, when we arrived at the pool (which was in changi,) we found out that hey! there was no sun!! so yes we went swimming but i could not get a tan  however ,i swam bout 10 laps because i told my brother- raise you to the other side and he will get out of the pool and run while i swim to the other side..&lt;br /&gt;    then on monday i stayed back for the decoration of my class boards then run up and down the stairs 4, 5 times yea, i was very tired and thus, today i had muscle pain..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-3454803238142494184?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3454803238142494184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=3454803238142494184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3454803238142494184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3454803238142494184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/01/aww.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-3705468720869220559</id><published>2008-01-05T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:37:08.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since i have nothing better to write, i will tell you about my experience as a junior zoo keeper,yup, you pay money to do work for them-how cool!!! But first, Tiara, if your cousin hates me...it was not my fault!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,the programme started out by changing into the zoo clothes (a brown polo t-shirt and blaggy long black pants with a pair of knee high boots.) after which we were briefed on the zoo mangement etc. then we headed over to the animal health and reasearch hospital where we saw the operating theaters, and the thing where they put dead animals to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, my group of six went into the night safari in the day to do enrichment projects for the barking deers and the otters.though the barking deers were not excited about the enrichment item we placed in their enclosure the otters ,which are cuter without the horrible glass blocking your veiw, were aggressively ripping the enrichment item to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we headed over to the fragile forest and into the DO NOT ENER ZONE hahas i was so excited in doing that. we went to the breeding centre to feed mealworms, catch butterflies and seperate the leaves from the cuccon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to animal land to feed the fella bellas (minature horses) and groom them- the highlight of the programme really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151908931033869218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="95" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/R39B4HVvq6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/soBAjcYbR-I/s200/DSC01772.JPG" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151908926738901906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="106" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/R39B33Vvq5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/vNf9huc8Syc/s200/DSC01771.JPG" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, my rating for this trip- 9 and a half out of 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-3705468720869220559?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3705468720869220559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=3705468720869220559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3705468720869220559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/3705468720869220559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/01/since-i-have-nothing-better-to-write-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIxGJmhwbxY/R39B4HVvq6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/soBAjcYbR-I/s72-c/DSC01772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599978105274007413.post-5899946061977688071</id><published>2008-01-04T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:23:56.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was ok, still getting insults that i am half emo.....that is way....untrue i am tired, bored and in a anti-exam mode....yea i guess.....so yea.....man.so like today like there was cca openhouse then like i was helping the choir recruit member, cao fun...like me and my friends were like do you enjoy singing???would you like to join the choir??? then if they do not want to, we would send them to chess where like my friend was because they also wanted members. so  i had a competition with him and i brought more people to my booth then he did to his...so yea vry fun gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-5899946061977688071?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5899946061977688071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=5899946061977688071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5899946061977688071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/5899946061977688071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-was-ok-still-getting-insults-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-7713021285840084986</id><published>2008-01-02T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:36:25.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got no title.....hahas.....gah!!!!!! my handfone has been confiscated laios.....STUPID!!!then, i can go on msn only when i am watched over...never mind it wll only be so for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! at least i get to go on the GMAX extreme swing thing-a-be hahas...so anyway like i as i am blogging i am watching my dad play day-of-defeat...haha....he is playing in a game of orange snow....so anyway while telling tiara that i have something wrong with teachers as in i am emo infront of them due to bad experience, my okok ex chinese teacher walked by and gave my a friendly smile....(which i did not see due to my fixed consecntration on the conversation,)i did not give her my normal smile as i normally do.....and ignored her...ooooppps.... :) so yea,.....i cant really think of anything else to write....so yea...i am bored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-7713021285840084986?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7713021285840084986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=7713021285840084986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/7713021285840084986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/7713021285840084986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2008/01/got-no-title.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-4503041137153778067</id><published>2007-12-05T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:24:34.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to write. Well except for the fact i will have PSLE next year. and during this hols i will have nothing to do, except, study, waste my time, and eat. plse would probably be okay if it werent for the fact that it causes alot of emotional stress. as in, SERIOUSLY. everytime i hear it, i want to jump of a random cliff. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few days i keep eating. i know i'm not supposed to, but i cant stop once i start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the SUPA camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on day 1:&lt;br /&gt;My family, with its usual lateness, were very late, and had to rush to be on time. after the church van waited half and hour, for other very late people, the people going to church with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2:&lt;br /&gt;the island round games- go around sentosa looking for clues on where a very emotional teacher is....fun esp. when u go round asking ppl who have different colored hairs for 1 strand...so fun! i asked 2 ppl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day3:&lt;br /&gt;the celebration service.....weirdly fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4:&lt;br /&gt;home bound or sth?&lt;br /&gt;yea thats that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now home and christmas is in 20 days so rly phsyced. all the dance group gonna have their christmas party, thus, explaining why i m scrambling for time to go and do christmas pressies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lastly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;merry christmas all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-4503041137153778067?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4503041137153778067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=4503041137153778067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/4503041137153778067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/4503041137153778067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-really-have-much-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-9032130003166848736</id><published>2007-09-22T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T17:05:00.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>black i ps cumin 2 singapore!so bored, no school preformances...notin 2 fret about.....exams cumin.......ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no reason on rittin this post. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bel8ted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;b'day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!so yea blow ur candles on the cake n wish 4 wrld peace or no exams.....but anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy b'day 2u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy b'day 2u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy b'day 2u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy b'day 2 meli...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy b'day 2u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyway all the best 2 exams {4 all} n 4 PSLE wenever it is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-9032130003166848736?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/9032130003166848736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=9032130003166848736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/9032130003166848736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/9032130003166848736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2007/09/black-i-ps-cumin-2-singapore-juz-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-8475018669305345012</id><published>2007-05-01T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:58:23.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11 signs you like someone ( disgusting but funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;YOU WALK REALLY SLOW WHEN YOU'RE WITH&lt;br /&gt;THEM&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;YOU FEEL SHY WHENEVER YOU'RE/THEY'RE&lt;br /&gt;AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT THEM, YOUR HEART&lt;br /&gt;BEATS FASTER AND SLOWER AT THE SAME&lt;br /&gt;TIME&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;YOU SMILE WHEN YOU HEAR THEIR VOICE.&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU lOOK AT THEM, YOU CAN'T SEE&lt;br /&gt;THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU, All YOU SEE IS&lt;br /&gt;HIM/HER.&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE ALL YOU THINK ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;YOU REALlIZE THAT YOU'RE AlWAYS SMILING&lt;br /&gt;TO YOURSELF WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT THEM.&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;WHILE READING THIS, THERE WAS ONE PERSON ON YOUR MIND THE WHOLE TIME...&lt;br /&gt;10  &lt;br /&gt;   You were so busy thinking about that&lt;br /&gt;person, you did not notice number 5 missing.&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;    You just scrolled up to check &amp; are now&lt;br /&gt;Silently laughing at yourself&lt;br /&gt; THANK YOU ZOE FOR THIS GREAT PEICE BY KELVIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-8475018669305345012?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/8475018669305345012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=8475018669305345012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/8475018669305345012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/8475018669305345012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2007/04/11-signs-you-like-someone-disgusting.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-2399337754244641948</id><published>2007-04-30T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:56:44.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all! I would like to dedicate this post to my sister! Let me tell you about her.1st, she is way helpful  but when she is annoyed she needs to be by herself yet she is just so so cool!!!!Anyway she is like always so cool and funny (ok, sorry being about to er...lame here back to the point)&lt;br /&gt;Like there was once, we logged on to MSN WINDOWS LIVE MESSENGER and we talked to my bestfriend forever, Tiara.This was how the conversation went :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not in the converation with Tiara-c in the conversation with Tiara-T Lp-me Zp-sister T-Tiara. Tiara does not know that clife..... is Zp's email{TEENAGER} add Zp and I are posing as different people as the converation carrys on....enjoy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LP:HI TIARA LOUIZA HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;T: HI!!&lt;br /&gt;ZP: SORRY MY SISTER TOOK OVER THE COM. (COMPUTER)&lt;br /&gt;T: ARE YOU ZOE OR LOUI (ME)&lt;br /&gt;ZP: BOTH!IT DEPENDS ON THE COLOUR OF MY SOX (SOCKS)&lt;br /&gt;T:ARE YOU ZOE OR LOUI????&lt;br /&gt;ZP: I AM LORRAINE YOU ARE TIARA RIGHT???&lt;br /&gt;T: I DON'T KNOW YOU WHO ARE YOU?? HOW OLD AM I???&lt;br /&gt;ZP: 2 !!&lt;br /&gt;T:NO! I M 11!!!&lt;br /&gt;ZP: 2 RIGHT??? YEAH! I WIN DO I WIN A PRIZE???&lt;br /&gt;T: NO!!&lt;br /&gt;ZP:WAH.......I ......I...CALL MY MOTHER UP AND.....AND ASK HER TO BEAT YOU&lt;br /&gt;T: NO! I M AN INNOCENT LITTLE GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;ZP: WHAT YOU ARE A BAD MAN!!!! WAH......&lt;br /&gt;T: WHO ARE YOU ?&lt;br /&gt;ZP:I M LEVINAH!!!! YOUR BESTFRIEND SINCE P2!!!&lt;br /&gt;T: I DO NOT KNOW A FREIND CALLED LEVINAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;ZP:SO MARCUS RIGHT???&lt;br /&gt;ZP: SEE YOU AT SCHOOL TOMORROW !! I MISS YOU SO....&lt;br /&gt;ZP: MUAX!!!&lt;br /&gt;{That was something like how the conversation was like....how cool ??? mean while, I was watching and laughing}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-2399337754244641948?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2399337754244641948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=2399337754244641948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/2399337754244641948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/2399337754244641948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-sister-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8599978105274007413.post-789759376558141449</id><published>2007-04-24T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T18:12:39.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi all!! I would like to tell you about my CCA in school *yawn, my teacher asked me to...* anyway, my CCA is choir. I chose it because one of my bestfriends, Tiara had decided to join it. Before, I did not have a CCA. However, I did not get scolding for that because I was in Applause 2005. Unfortunately, Applause soon ended and I had no reason to not have a CCA. Tiara, had the same story and soon it was decided that we would join choir. When I first joined choir,Mr. Hailry Never was in charge of instructing the choir... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After being given a small test, I was accepted into the choir and so was Tiara just, she didn't need a test, being the new singing champion. In the end Mr Nerver quit and a new Mr Nerver replaced him (they were brothers). Mdm Wong, the teacher-in-charge chose Tiara, Taylor and I as the new choir leaders. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a fun year in choir, I reached primary 5 and every Wednesday in the morning we had choir. and that is my CCA thanks for listening(reading) this post... I know it is quite boring ( you didn't hear the juicy stuff....;&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599978105274007413-789759376558141449?l=page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/feeds/789759376558141449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599978105274007413&amp;postID=789759376558141449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/789759376558141449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599978105274007413/posts/default/789759376558141449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page-cannotbe-displayed.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-all-i-would-like-to-tell-you-about.html' title=''/><author><name>sorrowful hotdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653099064299999291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
