<?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-10934683</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:17:30.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!bt²b²!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934683.post-113906578223181750</id><published>2006-02-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:09:42.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone shared this with me a long time ago, though i'm not a christian. I think this will mean something to the two very special people in my life, right now. Yea. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Broken Dreams&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, i brought my broken dreams to God, because he was my friend.&lt;br /&gt;But instead of leaving him in peace to work along, I hung around to help him, with ways that were my own.&lt;br /&gt;At last, i snatched them back and cried: "How could you be so slow?"&lt;br /&gt;"My child," he said. "You never did let go."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-113906578223181750?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/113906578223181750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=113906578223181750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/113906578223181750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/113906578223181750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2006/02/someone-shared-this-with-me-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-113776493443423499</id><published>2006-01-20T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:53:56.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been here in a while. nobody's been here in a while. haha. i hardly come online to read blogs anymore. just a little here and there. now i just come online, check my mail, and play with nahshukems. a neopet belonging to hannah vicky and me. haha. too bad they're in ib now. but i heard its quite fun there too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i'm in acjc now. its really fun there. definitely loads funner than i expected. doubt it will last for long though. heard the workload in jc is horrid. so i'm trying to enjoy as much as i can now. hope i dont change class after first three months. i'm really lucky to be in 1SA7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training in ac is living up to its name. its really tough and all. although i'm always last to come in for the runs and i never make the timings(and that's HORRIBLY EMBARRASSING :( ), although i get all jellied up when i see the cab that fetches coach driving pass the ac gates, and although my heart continues to beat really fast during water breaks for fear of the few dreadful words: prepare for a run, i think i'm quite fine with trainings. i think the hard work will all pay off in the end, and the stuff will all be over after the first 4 months. and, the netballers are really nice and supportive too so that makes training a lot more bearable.:) but i dont see nette around much anymore:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to holland v today with the rest today and saw lim so cute and tan choon gan. both are two of my nicest teachers last year! we asked mrs lim what she was doing there and she was like chinese new year shopping. haha! who does chinese new year shopping in holland v. seeing them kinda brought back memories in mg. really miss it a lot. one thing that i really miss a lot is that you practically know everyone there. i dont really know how to make new friends. cant really remember already. haha. i was in mg almost all my life everyone's just the same old people. they know who you are and you know who they are. its a really comfortable place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's at shumzie's now for peiling's farewell. i couldnt go. :( my dad had some talk so i had to stay at home to look after my sister. dang. thought i could see everyone again and at least see chow pi outside school for the last time. cant see her off cos she's going on chinese new year day. :( i'm not really really close to chow pi but i've known her since forever. we sat the same school bus since p1. haha. i remember asking her this year if she still lived in havelock road. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave with a picture cos it paints a thousand words right. haha. or in this case a thousand and one cos of the bye. so here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/eunice%20farewell.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.:) nice picture right. :D that's eunice rachel sarah me and joanna. this was at the shangri-la at sentosa when we were sec 2 during eunice's farewell. the bye is made up of candles. we took so long to light all the candles up! cos it kept blowing out cos we did it at the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a bye to chow pi from the three of us. :( and a belated bye to mg too. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-113776493443423499?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/113776493443423499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=113776493443423499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/113776493443423499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/113776493443423499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-113213839221024737</id><published>2005-11-16T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:04:39.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;physics is over yay!!! yay.! i'm happy. joanna should be too! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joanna! you know right. yesterday before a math, i told rachel that we must have a rehersel after amath. rehearsel for friday after chem paper. haha. like rehearse all the YAY! WHOOHOO! cos it'll be a full dress somemore. haha. and she called me spastic. so mean right. then after the paper we went to the concourse and she and suddenly she was like YAY! WHOOHOO! SHUHUI! IT'S OVER! and i just stared at her. so embarrassing right. haha. if only you were there. mine was only a suggestion la. she actually did it. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and yea! blue and yellow is a damn nice song. its our school colours too! hahaha. and the colours of the future class chairs and table that we are not going to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you know after my lit papers i wrote like MERRY CHRISTMAS EXAMINER! SORRY FOR THE HANDWRITING. i hope it works. haha. the sucking up. as in cos for lit there is no way my handwriting towards the end is ledgible. and like i dont want to do that badly for lit. i hope they feel happier after reading it and forgive the handwriting cos i stopped using my fat pen, cos mrs leong said its childish. as in the handwriting in the pen looks very i-dont-know-my-stuff kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i think i'm really forgetful. i forgot to bring my entry proof today. :( and ms ho had to go print one for me. i felt so bad. and i forgot to wear my socks to school yesterday. but that's just retarded. and i just remembered in my history in mg i've lost 2 netball cage keys. one in sec 1 and one this year. so irresponsible right. aiyoh. i have to be more responsible. and i went to the sports complex the other day and i realised that the cage lock has been changed to a number combination lock! dammit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rachel is going away on holiday and when rachel comes back joanna goes away. how to play properly. aiyoh. all our plans how. not that we had much actually planned out. harhar. but like our hair salon and the biking stuff. you know i just realised that we dont have much time to play. only one and a half months? and then rachel will be starting school at ac and most probably me too. that's so little time to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh and according to the radio, today is INTERNATIONAL TOLERANCE DAY! haha. yay. so everyone have to tolerate. be it irritating peeepperrss or the stupid exams which will be over in............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 days!&lt;/span&gt; :D and do you realise something? :D my paragraphs are the colours of the rainbow! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-113213839221024737?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/113213839221024737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=113213839221024737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/113213839221024737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/113213839221024737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/11/physics-is-over-yay-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-113210607114702849</id><published>2005-11-16T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:54:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALOHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;HARLOWZZZZCSADASDSDAFXZXCASCA!@~!@@~@!#!@#~!@!@#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;geog paper just ended!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;aha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i found it quite hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rachel told me that i told Shu hui that I didn't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;last time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;SORRY SHU HUI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;it's the BEST SONG ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;good taste man :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;It's not your com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;JOSHURACH is REALLY a Bad ID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-113210607114702849?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/113210607114702849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=113210607114702849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/113210607114702849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/113210607114702849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/11/aloha.html' title='ALOHA!'/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-113187435351548900</id><published>2005-11-13T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T17:38:37.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to get a little excited now. five more days. oh god. haha. and this is different from like all the other exams in the past ten years, cos you get to throw EVERYTHING away. wow! haha. imagine the satisfaction. and my room can be neat ever since tiffanycarolinechessy came. yay. cant wait! no tuition during the holidays, no studying, nothing. ah! oh my. OH MY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe its still too early to get excited. i've passed my ok weak. haha. last weak i only had to go to school for 3 days with the small subjects. and next week has half geog, the killer full lit book of poems, chem physics amahs. ack. i want to come out of the whole thing knowing i've done what i could. so i hope chem goes well so i can be happy on the last day of exams. and i'm excited to watch harry potter. i think this book is the nicest book. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and happy thing of the week: rachel taught me how to climb ropes! :D haha! its kinda fun! i always wow at people who could climb ropes. actually i didnt actually climb. i just like pulled myself up twice and got so exhausted so i just resorted to standing there and watch rachel go all the way up. shall wait till my arms are back in shape before i try again. but at least i know the technique. yay! thanks racher! :D its kinda sad how my happy thing of the week is learning to climb ropes. literally.but i dont care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh and did something happen to our tagboard or is it my computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-113187435351548900?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/113187435351548900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=113187435351548900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/113187435351548900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/113187435351548900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-113040236160549736</id><published>2005-10-27T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:39:21.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere out there - our lady peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I talked to you&lt;br /&gt;You were lonely and out of place&lt;br /&gt;You were looking down on me&lt;br /&gt;Lost out in space&lt;br /&gt;We laid underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Strung out and feeling brave&lt;br /&gt;I watched the red orange glow&lt;br /&gt;I watched you float away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;Garbage and city lights&lt;br /&gt;You've gone to save your tired soul&lt;br /&gt;You've gone to save our lives&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the radio&lt;br /&gt;To find you on satellite&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for this sky to fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all we are&lt;br /&gt;Is all so far&lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me&lt;br /&gt;The star that I can see, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;You're falling out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you remember me&lt;br /&gt;when you're homesick and need a change&lt;br /&gt;I miss your purple hair&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you taste&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll come back someday&lt;br /&gt;On a bed of nails I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying that you don't burn out&lt;br /&gt;Or fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all we are&lt;br /&gt;Is all so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me&lt;br /&gt;The star that I can see, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;You're falling out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me&lt;br /&gt;The star that I can see&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're falling out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me&lt;br /&gt;The star that I can see, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;You're falling out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me&lt;br /&gt;I know , I know&lt;br /&gt;You're falling out of reach&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like this song a lot. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-113040236160549736?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/113040236160549736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=113040236160549736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/113040236160549736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/113040236160549736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/10/somewhere-out-there-our-lady-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-112842846834600282</id><published>2005-10-04T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:21:30.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello! I'm finally posting here. Shuhui! The girl you're talking about. Her name is Astrid. Haha. So she can't possibly be froggie Suyi right? Haha. Anyway Project Care has really been great. My days are a WHOLE lot more productive than they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wasn't supposed to go for it, but my ASS tuition teacher couldn't come, so I went back to school to study. =) I did quite alot. Heh. Oh yea I got all my favourite drinks and put them in my locker! Then I can drink them while I study. DAMN LAME right. I'm gonna stock up my locker with food. Cos my mum keeps buying me so much stuff, even though I don't really want any. This way I can SHARE it with everyone. Haha. And it doesn't sit and rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is quite retarded right? She's overly enthusiastic about stuff. But I am really grateful for her all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating cereal! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done! Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-112842846834600282?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/112842846834600282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=112842846834600282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112842846834600282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112842846834600282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-im-finally-posting-here.html' title=''/><author><name>roachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15349379477475766651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-112839229838435343</id><published>2005-10-04T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:24:26.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;hello. its been a while.. :) didnt feel like going to school today.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; so here i am. this is me. there's no where else on earth i'd rather be..... hahahahaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back our prelims results last week. i had 23 before moderation and 19 after. yea i know. hah. well done shu hui. hm. but i'm over it already. no point brooding over it. my parents are really horribly disappointed. and they made it clear my o's is not about results anymore. i'm getting quite scared. which is actually a good thing i guess. makes me study harder. and toughens my heart somemore. so i guess its good....../...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think taking triple science was a huge mistake. not that i wanted to take it anyway. my marks in sec 2 didnt even get me to triple science. but they offered during the hols and my parents made me take it. not really made me, but its the kind of ooh.. its up to you but we'd be REALLY DISAPPOINTED if you didnt take it. so its not really my choice anymore. and i really cant cope with nine subjects. spent so much time on damn bio which got me no where. yea. so i decided not to even bother for prelims and i got a f9. haha. obviously. the worse thing is i still got a nine after moderation. they plus ten marks somemore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess if i had an open mind in the beginning of sec 3 i would be so much better off now. but it wasnt easy la. i was always getting the lowest in class even if i studied. horrible feeling yes. especially when there are always people saying like oh i'm so dead, i only started studying last night. when i did like the week before, and they always end up topping the class and i'm the one failing. it got kinda discouraging and depressing after a while. so i stopped studying. not completely.. but i studied not very hard. just a little. as in what's the point anyway. i'd just do badly again. my parents thought the pressure could make me. but it broke me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someday we'll know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i've decided to not do bio. as in since i've registered for the o's bio paper, there'll still be the subject biology written on my reportcard, instead of getting another 9, i'd just get an absent. big difference. ahah. yeah. i told my parents and mrs cheong already. their all fine by it. yea. so i'd just stop studying bio, not sit for the paper at all, and concentrate on my other subjects, hopefully i can do better.you know after moderation all my grades were b4 and above, except for bio a nine. haha. so ugly on the report book man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note. the three of us have been staying back for project care. almost everyday of the week, except for tuition days. haha. so fun. i'm happy cos i hardly get to talk to them in school so then's a good way to catch up. so yay. :D although it isnt always very productive, its a lot more productive then what we do, or do not do at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;oh! nice work joanna on the picture! haha. yay. nice. and you know, i just thought of who froggie ribbit suyi might be!! remember the girl that sold the cookie to dee on national day and then when dee paid she didnt give her the cookie? it might be her! haha. she's damn funny. ok.i'm going to go back to study now. till then folks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i find your sense of humour spiteful, &lt;em&gt;it shouldn't have made you proud. &gt;:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-112839229838435343?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/112839229838435343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=112839229838435343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112839229838435343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112839229838435343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-112817135352515737</id><published>2005-10-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T20:59:48.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROGGIE SUYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha i think there's something wrong with my com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's DAMN laggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i had tuition today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after 99285798234589729835 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;changed some stuff here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAHA I SUDDENLY THOUGHT OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FROGGIE SUYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;REALLY WANNA KNOW WHO THE HELL SHE IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-112817135352515737?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934683.post-112780612776880154</id><published>2005-09-27T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:28:47.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN YOU ORDINARY LEVEL EXAMINATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;less than 6 more weeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TO THE REAL SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;STUDY HARD EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-112780612776880154?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/112780612776880154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=112780612776880154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112780612776880154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112780612776880154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-you-ordinary-level-examinations.html' title='DAMN YOU ORDINARY LEVEL EXAMINATIONS'/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-112617694988151835</id><published>2005-09-08T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T00:16:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you're a star, the way you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. that picture is damn nice! damn appropriate. yay. haha. thanks jo! :D they look like they're from without a paddle. haha. anyway. my computer crashed and my dad had to like recover and reboot the whole thing. he's damn pro. everyone's so mean to me. my sister mum and dad all have their own laptops so they look after it like hell, and surf their rubbish on this pathetic windows 95 of ours. they surf really weird stuff. like once i dont know what my mum was surfing and the next time i came on porn pictures started popping up everywhere. damn freaky. like one after another. ack. and everytime it crashes and it has to get rebooted and i lose all my files and songs, and theirs is safely stored in their laptops. luckily i save my pictures on this drive so it doesnt get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you know, you're not fooling anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyway i just realised that we dont have a picture of ourselves. here's the ONLY one that i have,and that's really pathetic. its not even a nice one. haha. maybe cos i keep staring at my head which looks distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/1600/jsr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/jsr3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i have one more la. but i'll use it when appropriate. haha. actually i have quite a lot. on my phone. cant upload. this was taken in sentosa when we were sec 2, and sarah's mum put us up in the wow hotel with whoa view. cant believe we're sec 4. we're growing up so fast. :x it didnt seem that long ago we took this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no, you got the eyes of an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sentosa times were fun. let's go again next year! haha. 2i outing. sec 2 was the best. i felt to deprived till when we went to sentosa and screamed like hell at the rocks at night, till we saw more of rachel's distant cousins again. haha. so fun. actually i didnt scream. only shouted. i cant scream for nuts. joanna and rachel screamed and screamed ( dont be deceived by their looks) and my voice was the one which got screwed. life's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;don't try to change ya. everybody's got their scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn scared... i wished prelims was never over so we wouldnt have to get back our results. i hope they moderate like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no matter what they tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're beautiful the way you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh yea. shit. i got something else to say. haha. you know just a few days ago i went to see the juniors play their pes carnival at ntu. i was so excited cos ntu is damn near my house, and i get excited going to anywhere near my house to see people i know. its not cheap thrill kae. hardly anyone goes to such an ulu place. too bad i was out and so i went in time for their prize presentation. great work shu hui. they won second! wow. they're so pro. not fair. my year has never won any carnival before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sec 3s always have dramatic carnivals. i got so excited when they called me up and told me they got second through a dramatic ending. haha. apparantly, they were tied at the last second, so they had to extend the time and the first to 3 wins. so damai got their first to 3 la. but it was like 1,0 1,1 2,1 that kinda thing. haha. so exciting. dammit. i want to see. haha. and last year when they were sec 2s, they won ijtp in a carnival and got first. and apparantly it was dramatic too cos they were tied and the ball was in ij's possession till ting came along and did a whoa intercept and they scored. and its ij so its dramatic. haha. and they were like screaming all over the phone when they called. i'm so proud of my juniors. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my juniors and seniors. someone told me that they envy our batch netballers cos we have the nicest juniors and seniors. i couldn't agree more. :) i couldnt have agree more. shit. it doesnt sound right. i could agree better. argh. you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. you know i justnudged my sister on msn and she was like oi!!!! why you any how nudge me!! that better not be a virus. hahahaha. see what i mean. she got just got a new laptop for uni and she's taking care of it like. like. erm. very carefully? shit. my vocab is really limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and you know i thought my fan was so powerful cos when it blow my cursor in the computer kept on vibrating. and then i realised it was cos my fan is really lousy and so when it blows it vibrates alot so my table and cursor vibrates along with it. how stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-112617694988151835?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/112617694988151835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=112617694988151835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112617694988151835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112617694988151835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/09/youre-star-way-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-112576306665809323</id><published>2005-09-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:12:21.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's be us again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha this place has become a little bit too stale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today i had two tuitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;damn sian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after prelims some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i think the pic is really appropriate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;haha although its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;GRASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but heck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that's what your imagination is for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't intend on letting this grow stale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't intend on letting us grow stale too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends are forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;let's be us again&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/10934683-112576306665809323?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/112576306665809323/comments/default' 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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-10934683.post-112435473282718001</id><published>2005-08-18T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:45:32.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. :) its in the middle of prelims right now. i dont know why but i havent been studying much. as in i just watch tv and like walk around till after dinner when i try to get stuff done. i've got nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of being quarantined. a2 finish their practical at 9 plus and dont get let out of the LT till  12. 3 days this week already. and even have to get people to follow you to go toilet. as in the point of asking to go toilet is so you can walk around, get some fresh air. but if teacher follows you you only can go toilet. ok i'm not making mush sense here. butbeing quarantined is actually quite fun too. my class people are fun people to talk to. so we just talk and end up not doing any work for that whole 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got back our chinese results. i had a b3. quite disappointed but what the hell. i mugged like hell for mid years which i got an a1 and i didnt feel like studying for chinese o's anymore. you reap what you sow. i just hate it when other people dont study and like keep skipping class and then get an a1. its really disturbing. anyway, i'm going to re take. chinese prelims are next friday. that's damn soon. i'm just going to cram the night before. i dont think they'll make it that difficult either. as in the teachers also said that we should just study paper 1 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i've been using this really fat pen for exams. cos my writing is really horrible and ms tan and mrs raj always complain when they mark my paper. as in i try to write nicely but really cannot. they even wrote stuff like illegible.. giving you the benefit of doubt and all that stuff. haha. i dont blame them. i think my handwriting is my greatest weakness in exams. i even created a hole in my paper while writing in mrs raj's test. so hopefully by using fat pen i can write neater and bigger and hopefully nicer. apparantly it doesnt really help. cos mrs raj asked me to try to leave lines. haha. no way. that's really damn primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got some stuff out the other day, and i'm feeling much better. so yay. :) i'm happy. it can be quite annoying when people dont see what you see in another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a poison tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-112435473282718001?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/112435473282718001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=112435473282718001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112435473282718001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112435473282718001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-112296795035272426</id><published>2005-08-02T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T15:33:33.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hellohello. It's about time for me to update here again. Anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To Shuhui: I'm glad you had a GREAT time at the surprise we gave you at your house. I had loads of fun staying over too! =) The surprise was really cool huh? The candles all around, and ballons! (Which we blew in like. Five minutes. Almost died) Haha. And you didn't even suspect anything. That's the BEST part. A successful SURPRISE party for a change. AHHHHHHH plus I got to meet all my distant cousins at the coffeeshop. Too bad, Sarah didn't like them very much. =D HAHA. Too bad Jo couldn't come.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay on a more serious note, PRELIMS ARE NEXT WEEK. Someone help me I'm so unprepared. I mean like, what am I even doing on the computer now, right? Haha. Somemore I went to Sentosa yesterday. I can't even believe that I went. Oh well! My last outing. I can't wait till prelims are over! I think I'm more afraid of prelims then the actual O's. Which is quite strange. It's probably because prelims are always so much harder. Luckily my prelim marks don't count! ACJC won't look at them. They only care about the O level marks. THANK GOD FOR D.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm blogging about TOTALLY uninteresting stuff. Haha. Nothing exciting happens anymore! Sec 4 life really sucks. Lower sec was really SO carefree. I wanna relive my sec 1 and sec 2 days. Just play everyday. Bahh I think I should stop here. Hit the books! Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-112296795035272426?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/112296795035272426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=112296795035272426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112296795035272426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112296795035272426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/08/hellohello.html' title=''/><author><name>roachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15349379477475766651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-112283358378739329</id><published>2005-07-31T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T02:33:45.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello all. :) its been awhile. haha. havent been online for quite sometime. havent blog in quite a while too. i see RACHEL hasn't too. haha. this is going to be quite long and pictureful and thankful to make up. hope its not boring. anyway, i realise that there are 2 occasions where everyone's nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;1. you sprain your ankle ( i got piggybacked every where when i did. :D my strong and wonderful friends. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;2. its your birthday. whahahahahahhahahhahaha.!!!! ok. it was my birthday and it was hell lot of fun. i shall attempt to discribe. :D:D:D:D i just suddenly got so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;29th july&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morning &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to class with drawn on the board me in the founders day dress and huge happy birthday words.took me long to erase it off. and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my class&lt;/span&gt; sang here comes the bride. this is an inside joke which even i dont get.`haha.they are a retarded bunch. and during geog, mrs raj was scolding me for i cant remember what and andrea was like don't scold shu hui! its her birthday. so she stopped. hahahaha. thanks &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;andrea&lt;/span&gt;. these made my morning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they got me a cake! haha. i was the happy! the canteen had like 3 cakes. one for lala (30th july) one for rong xin ( same as mine) and one for me. haha. i was damn happy to be with my group of friends. thank you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;andrea becca debbie dee gina hannah joanna joanne paparoach rachel sab sarah shujun shumei trudy van vicky&lt;/span&gt; and everyone else. :) becca said they skipped class to be there. sorry. hope you all didnt get into trouble. cos you all's prescence made my mid morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the sports carnival set up. actually i only attended the briefing and then ran away. haha. but the briefing itself was quite fun too. maybe cos i wasnt listening. was just fooling around with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;frankie and ethel&lt;/span&gt; taking pictures and everything else. haha. damn fun. too bad i cant connect my phone to the computer. then i can show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;andrea debbie trudy rachel lee&lt;/span&gt; me) were supposed to go eat lunch then pick shumz sarah and rachel loh to go out cos they had cheerleading farewell. so we did. half of it. haha. we went for lunch at the normal. coffe shop opposite gutherie's and then gutherie's for ice cream. then dee and sab came with flowers in damn nice and heavy things( i dont want to say vases cos you'll think of those ugly porcelain ones which in compos people always get into trouble with their mums or grandmas for breaking them) which goes together. i dont know how to say. THE FLOWERS WERE STILL COLD. haha. thanks! :D its really damn nice. then man came and drove us all to school to pick them up. we got out of the car and there was another surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the canteen and this is what i saw. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/stars6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;without me. haha. at first i thought it was for the cheerleading fare well. then i realised it said HAPPY SWEET 16TH. THANKS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAROLINE LIM&lt;/span&gt; FOR THE WRITING THE STARS! ITS DAMN NICE AND I LIKE IT A LOT! so we were walking down and things started popping out. literally. little packs suddenly popped out of no where, grew fat, and popped on the floor. haha. quite funny. we were making hell lots of nosie. then this lab tech look alike teacher came and started scolding us for making too much noise. spoiler. but not for long. haha. we started making noise again after she left. turned out that we werent going out after all. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/kissing%20cake5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the cake &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANDREA DEBBIE RACHEL TRUDY&lt;/span&gt; baked. it was damn nice! it had eyes and nose and mouth. for some reason i cant get the picture of the cake in this post so i shall post this one instead. haha. i had to kiss the cake. i was damn glad they didn't smash it into my face or something. THANKS FOR THE CAKE! IT WAS DAMN NICE TO EAT AND SEE! haha. my dad said it tasted nicer than the cake my mum bought, cos he said it was too sweet. haha. thanks pro cake makers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/rachel5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here's a pretty picture of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;. haha. i think she looks really alot like rapunzel here.! pretty shit. rapunzel rapunzel let down your hair!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/boob1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the boob they gave me. haha. no i'm not sick. my friends are the sick ones. haha! not trying to me disgusting or anything but the boob is really nice to touch. as in its kinda like squishy. haha. like those ball that you press and the water inside portrudes out at the other end. haha. dont know how to describe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/angry1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;debbie&lt;/span&gt; and i got angry with each other half way. haha. no la. never. the things you can do with party hats. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/sab%20shum1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shumz &lt;/span&gt;has purtruding ear muffs on. hahaha. i've got pretty friends:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/four....1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sarah dee sab&lt;/span&gt; shu hui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/four2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;andrea trudy rachel debbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/sab2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sab &lt;/span&gt;for all the photos!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank you all the names mentioned up there! you all made my after school!! :D:D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had dinner with my family at La Forketta. haha. i love to eat at that place. :D went home, went to my room:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/Dscn29611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah! i almost died. i really didnt suspect a thing. seriously. and i see my room so pretty for once! haha. except for the time caroline chessy tiff came last year. the room was ful of candles.! and out burst three people from the toilet. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;debbie jonzi and roachie&lt;/span&gt;. wha i could have just fainted on the spot. haha. i was damn happy!! that made my night. not only night la. like the rest of the year or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/Dscn29621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a more clearer view of them! :D:D i seriously wasnt expecting anything. its like11 days to prelims and going to my house is really journey to the west. thank you!!! :D:D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/Dscn29661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;papa roach&lt;/span&gt; is one of the prettiest and hottest girl i know. i swear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/Dscn29721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the four of us!! :D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/Dscn29691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;joanne&lt;/span&gt; aka johnny aka jonzi aka &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/Dscn2977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so after i got over the shock and changed out of my SCHOOL UNIFORM, we went down to eat the cake my mum bought. the super sweet one. haha. the third cake in the day. :) and another pleasant surprise came. they were staying over! :D:D haha. yay! i was damn happy. haha. happier happiest.they really dont call it sweet 16 for nothing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sarah :D&lt;/span&gt; came, we got mattresses down, pillows down, bolsters down, had pillow fight where almost everyone got tao poked, vcd player down, sarah the pro plugger plugged in the vcd player( sorry my house didnt have vcd player downstairs, and sorry i was too coward to get anything by myself. haha. ) and we watched the tale of two sisters. stupid jonzi fell asleep so i was like some weird person being scared by myself. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt; shumz :D &lt;/span&gt;came. haha. didnt get a thing in the weird show, but luckily there was sarah. haha. expalined everything. watched peter pan halfway, went to 7-11, had an encounter with papa roach's cousins. there was so many. haha. sorry sarah. i didnt know there were so many cockroaches around that area. went back, watched some more, packed, mother dropped sarah home, and we all went to school for sports carnival.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5490/861/320/Dscn29841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here's the gang. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shumei &lt;/span&gt;shu hui &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rachel sarah debbie joanne&lt;/span&gt;. i was really happy throughout the night. couldnt stop smiling. haha. kept smiling until i realise it was retarded smiling at nothing so i stop but i start smiling again after a while. its weird. as in we didnt really like laugh or play the whole night or something but it was like the funnest night ever. really. haha. i guess its the company. i'm damn glad all my close friends were there. you dont have to really do anything. its just nice to know they're there. :):) too bad joanna couldnt come for the surprises. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. its not the end yet. haha. sorry its so long and draggy. sports carnival. i was told by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;elsa&lt;/span&gt; to come early cos they were giving me a surprise. haha. damn funny when she told me. its like how math teachers always tell you to study for the surprise test tomorrow. haha. so we had the surprise cake with the netballers, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;baked this huge brownie too. :D yay. haha. so altogether i had 5 cakes for my birthday! i'm seriously going to get fat but i dont care. not to mention the stayover people also left VENEZIA ice cream in the fridge. :D my friends are like in a get shu hui fat mission or something. hahaha. but i dont mind. i want to get bigger size than i am now. not fat but bigger. haha. more muscular like papa roach and joanna. maybe eating all those stuff helps. haha. ok i digressed. so ting and elsa cut up the brownie after eating the cake, and went around asking the netballers to say happy birthday shu hui very enthusiastically before they could get a piece. and the thing was they just went on with the whole thing even when i was not there. HAHA! damn funny. they told me later they even got mrs kuan to do some little turn around dance before they would let her have a piece. that is how nice ting's brownies are. :) thanks ting and elsa. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i got a beautiful card from all the netballers too. i think its sec 2s and 3s and 4s. i'm not very sure. heh. there were some names which i know was sec 2s or 1s. but i appreciate it nevertheless!! thanks little ones! :D and to all who wished me on phone and in real life! thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and special thanks to debbie my good friend!! :D yay. you must be the one who initiated and got most of the stuff!! we got same anklet now! i always wanted an anklet. thanks a lot! i'm damn glad i'm you're still my friend even though i may be a shit face at times! its been six years of you knowing you and its not enough fun yet. hope we go same jcs and universitys if we get in. hurhur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. i took so long to write this.almost 3 hours. and i've got math and physics practise paper tomorrow. oh my. but it was worth it. thanks all for making my birthday so memorable!!! i'll really never forget that day ever. nc 16 movies here i come! :D:D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-112283358378739329?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/112283358378739329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=112283358378739329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112283358378739329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112283358378739329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-all_31.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-112262690478186866</id><published>2005-07-29T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T16:48:24.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003300;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;TE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;HU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;I !&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;!&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/10934683-112262690478186866?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934683.post-112245005217315077</id><published>2005-07-27T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:18:44.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;nobody's been here in awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you are what you eat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i have to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that's what they say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'm really worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but i'll stop here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i just don't want you to go on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so if you eat nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;do you hear me.....???????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you are nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but it's ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'll be ok if you'll be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;do you understand me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;please be ok....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;what's with the fucks man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;is that any way to speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-112245005217315077?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/112245005217315077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=112245005217315077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112245005217315077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112245005217315077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-nobodys-been-here-in-awhile-you.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-112048150923242415</id><published>2005-07-04T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:55:02.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is youth day, and i spent my youth day sitting at home studying. how sad. couldnt go out cos my mum and my sister is away. but its ok. i got 2 chapters of ss done. that's what my time table says i'm supposed to study today so i'm happy. i've never finished what i plan to study. first time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone got their founder's day dress already and its stressing me out. ok. not everyone but its still stressful. someone save the damsel in this-dress. ahahahahahaaha. ok. that wasnt very funny. i'm no damsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised since my mum and sister are not around and its monday. so that means i've got to watch desparate housewives all by my loner self. that's quite stupid. as in like when there's funny parts you dont just smile at the tv or laugh by youself. that's damn retarded. you need someone to smile with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's a song that i like. its nice. and it played in A Cinderella Story, at the last part where chad michael murray plays his last game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;hear you me -jimmy eat world&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no one in town I know&lt;br /&gt;You gave us some place to go&lt;br /&gt;I never said thank you for that&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might get one more chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you think of me now,&lt;br /&gt;So lucky, so strong, so proud?&lt;br /&gt;Never said thank you for that&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll never have a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me my friends&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads, the sleepless go&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would you think of me now&lt;br /&gt;So lucky, so strong, so proud?&lt;br /&gt;I never said thank you for that&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll never have a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me my friends&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads, the sleepless go&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you were with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'd sing to you just one last time&lt;br /&gt;A song for a heart so big&lt;br /&gt;God wouldn't let it live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me my friends&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads, the sleepless go&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me my friends&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads, the sleepless go&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads, the sleepless go&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea it repeats and repeats but it doesnt get boring. i dont know. its just nice, and i like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-112048150923242415?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/112048150923242415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;was i out of my head &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was i out of my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could i have ever been so blind?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was waiting for an indication. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was hard to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get down to studying. as in properly. i've got 35 days to prelims. (stupid a3 is counting down and its scaring the shit out of me) its different this year. our prelims start on 11 aug. sucks like hell i tell you. so horrid. so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of gave up on going to hc already. yea. &lt;strong&gt;thanks eddie for everything. i really appreciate it. a lot. :) do you stand by your offer of helping me with my work for o's now? haha. &lt;/strong&gt;went for ac trials yesterday. died after their warm up. their warm up was like a punishment in mg. glad i got to see the seniors again. :) gerry jas nana nette trace. i had leg cramps halfway through playing. yea. tell me bout it. i'm so unfit. havent ran or done anything since season over? which was like so many months ago. that explains why i'm aching now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to ms tan. and she said the school is really strict bout the top 8 in nationals thing and she spoke to the HOD bout me and he said there's no way i can go through to ac through dsa. just cos of the top 8. sucks right. but she said she took my application out of the applicants in phase one so that it wouldnt be rejected, and she can help me try in phase 2 again. i dont know. i just hope i made the right choice............and the whole irony of it all is that this dsa things is supposed to help. wow. GREAT HELP. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and chinese oral yesterday was horrible. i almost died. seriously. i was shivering on my seat and grabbing my shirt at the same time. not exaggerating. the topic they talked on was like. i dont know. something i didnt understand. i dont thing anyone did. they had to break down the question into parts for me to understand. so i answered part by part. yea. i'm so dead right. the question was: about the recent cases of terrorist attacks and the deadly illnesses, which do you think is worse? bloody hell. who in the world could understand that. and the thing is the day before us got generation gap and singapore idol. that's so easy! and generation gap came out for mid year. argh. i wished i was ang shu hui or something. then can go to the thursday one. KIDDING. and i tried to say about suicide bombers and all i could say is people wear bombs on themselves and go into a hotel room together. dont ask me why i said that. i would like to know too. it just came out wrong. but i'm glad its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at this point you've realised,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is but a joke,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the laugh's on you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its funny right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-112027631218360965?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/112027631218360965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=112027631218360965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112027631218360965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/112027631218360965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/07/was-i-out-of-my-head-was-i-out-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-112009860195232646</id><published>2005-06-30T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T10:30:01.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;your just like a pill. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but instead of making me better, you keep making me ill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up. haha. didnt go to school today. woke up and really didnt feel like so i didnt. anyway i've been kinda sick the past few days so my mum allowed me not to go. who wants to go to school now with all the 3 periods everywhere. like tuesday. its damn killer. we've got only 4 subjects and all is 3 periods. and we don't end at 130 on wednesdays anymore. we end at 2. wha. irritating. and today we've got 3 periods of a maths. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at my lit book and i realised how dead i was. we had practice papers on monday, and i wrote about two poems. one is 'the soldier' by rupert brooke, and the other is 'anthem of  doomed youth' by wilfred owen. oh god. and i wrote the the soldier was written by william blake and the athem was writte by OWEN WILSON.oh my. i knew it sounded familiar damn it. argh. nevermind. its only practice papers. haha. i knew it was a owen. but at least wilson is close the wilfred. actually the first thing that came into my mind was michael owen. BUT I KNEW IT WAS WRONG. haha. i just realised that my combination is really quite slack. full lit half geog. our two lit books are really little to study. view from the bridge is so thin and small, and its easy to understand wihout all those thou thee language. it has only 64 pages. and the other book is just 15 poems. and ms tan is a really good teaher. yay. i cant score for lit, but i like studying for it. haha. its interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered i've got chinese o's oral tomorrow. quite scared. its so fast! and yesterday i was just sitting at the corridor  after school with andrea debbie joanne rachellee trudy and the mang zang gan cheong lao shi walked pass. and she stared at me. and then she stopped and she was like (in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;mzgcls: when's your chinese oral?&lt;br /&gt;shu hui: friday&lt;br /&gt;mzgcls: then why are you still talking to your friends in english? your chinese oral is coming up and you're not talking in chinese?&lt;br /&gt;wha. i almost died. that's damn retarded. and she was really serious. all of us take normal chinese and she just had to say me, and she doesnt even teach me. damn annoying. she just had to make it so obvious that she's picking on me. and i thought she picked on people cos she's racist, cos she always pick on sarabe and vicky martin. i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised the whole entry is about school. school overdose. eeyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-112009860195232646?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/112009860195232646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=112009860195232646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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its own way, but things that i didnt really care much about are starting to hurt me. i was just thinking about this year and realised what a failure i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netball. people gave me a chance to do what they thought i could, but i just threw it back at their faces. i dont even know what i was doing and i do not even want to think about it. the result? i broke a record that wasnt meant to be broken. a little note to the juniors: please work hard for next year. i know training's going to be tough from now on, heard mrs kuan wants you all to do 2.4 in 1230. yea, its not going to be easy, but it would be worth it. there will be consequences to bear if you all dont get into west zone top 4 again. one will be, if you are applying, the direct school admission to the jcs you want to go to. there is this criteria in dsa that you have to be either in combined schools or your school has to be in at least west zone top 4 to go to a jc through this dsa. it's really difficult for us now to go anywhere because of this criteria. yea. work hard juniors. supporting you all all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wished i was some smartass shit and didnt have to go through all this. or i wished i could concentrate. i spent so much more time trying to study than studying. how pathetic is that. but i really cant concentrate. i really cant. i try but i always start thinking of something else once i try to start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make matters worse, i've lost one friendship that i really treasured this year. no doubt i've gotten closer to many people this year, but i tend to get attached to stuff easily, and its really hard for me to just. you know. let go and move on. and i think i'm losing another 2. these kind of things important to me. its not like a oh so what. you've lost one but you've gain two kinda thing. i'd rather have not lost any and gainned nothing. i hate the way i get affected by small little things so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in really good terms with my sister, cos i got quite pissed with her and we still havent really made up. the gap is still there since the beginning of the year. we talk and all but things are just not the same. argh. its really horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its only june. i've got 6 months more. wonder what's up for me next. i dont really want to think about it. i think my self confidence have gone so low i cant even see it anymore. dont i sound ike a failure. yea. i am. i cant even do the simple things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add to it all, i've gotten quite a number of disappointments and all this year, which i do not wish to elaborate. i dont know. sometimes it all seems as though its too much for me to take, even though it might not seem like much to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fun fact of the day: when our year was in p6, 2000, we broke record too. didnt get into top 4 zone too. haha. maybe i'm just jinxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111997240301418793?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111997240301418793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111997240301418793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111997240301418793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111997240301418793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111899225988603811</id><published>2005-06-17T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T15:20:36.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;broken promise ring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuck you liar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister just passed her driving test yesterday. second time. she failed her first. haha. happy for her. all of a sudden, she seems so grown up and all. so old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent so much time trying to study then actually studying. i think if i really focus and concentrate during all my studying time i'll know all my stuff so well. argh. its really horrible. and i havent started on homework except e maths. help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my toilet's really freaky. my dad just repaired the light in the toilet and now when you on the light, there is a damn bright light on the sink. i'm damn scared to go in my toilet cos it looks as though there's something scary in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading blogs and friendster testimonials can really be depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i seem to be the only one around here. jochel! faster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111899225988603811?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111899225988603811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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this song. its by far the longest nice song i've known. 9 mins 35sec. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Konstantine- Something Corporate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine all the people that you know&lt;br /&gt;And the places that you go&lt;br /&gt;When the lights are turned down low&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;All the things you've seen&lt;br /&gt;But I'm slipping in between&lt;br /&gt;You and your big... dreams&lt;br /&gt;It's always you in my big dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me&lt;br /&gt;That it's over&lt;br /&gt;Wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clover&lt;br /&gt;And your restless&lt;br /&gt;And I'm naked&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get out&lt;br /&gt;You can't stand to see me shaking&lt;br /&gt;No, would you let me go&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't want to be here in the future&lt;br /&gt;So you say the present's just a pleasant&lt;br /&gt;Interruption to the past&lt;br /&gt;And you don't want to look much closer&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're afraid to find out all this hope&lt;br /&gt;You had sent into the sky by now had... crashed&lt;br /&gt;And it did because of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you bring me home&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to find out that you're alone, no&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sleeping in your living room&lt;br /&gt;But we don't have much room&lt;br /&gt;To live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had dreams that i might learn to play guitar&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cross the country&lt;br /&gt;Become a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;And there was hope in me&lt;br /&gt;That I could take you there&lt;br /&gt;Dammit you're so young&lt;br /&gt;but, I don't think I care&lt;br /&gt;And if I hurt you, then I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Please don't think that this was easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you bring me home&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we both know what its like to be alone, no&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dreaming in your living room&lt;br /&gt;But we don't have much room&lt;br /&gt;To live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Konstantine is walking down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she look good&lt;br /&gt;Standing in her underwear?&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinkin, what I was thinkin&lt;br /&gt;We've been drinking&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't get me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Konstantine came walking down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;And all that I could do&lt;br /&gt;Was touch her long, blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;And I've been thinking, it hurts me thinkin&lt;br /&gt;That these nights when we were drinking&lt;br /&gt;No they never got us anywhere, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because I can spell konfusion with a K&lt;br /&gt;And I can like it&lt;br /&gt;It's to dying in another's arms&lt;br /&gt;And why i had to try it&lt;br /&gt;It's to Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;And those nights in my car&lt;br /&gt;When the first star you see, may not be a star&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not your star?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what you said&lt;br /&gt;What you thought this song meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this is what it takes&lt;br /&gt;Just to lie in my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And live with what I did to you&lt;br /&gt;And all the hell I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I always catch the clock, it's 11:11&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna talk&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to dream&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my Konstantine&lt;br /&gt;My Konstantine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll never hurt you like I do&lt;br /&gt;No, they'll never hurt you like I do&lt;br /&gt;No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to a girl who got into my head&lt;br /&gt;With all the pretty things she did&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know you keep me up in bed&lt;br /&gt;This is to a girl who got into my head&lt;br /&gt;With all these fucked up things I did&lt;br /&gt;Hey maybe baby, you could keep me up in bed&lt;br /&gt;My Konstantine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin around me like a dream&lt;br /&gt;We played out on this movie screen&lt;br /&gt;And i said, did you know I missed you&lt;br /&gt;and did you know I missed you&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I missed you&lt;br /&gt;and did you know I missed you&lt;br /&gt;and did you know i miss you&lt;br /&gt;Did you know i miss you&lt;br /&gt;Did you know i miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you bring me home&lt;br /&gt;And we go to sleep, but this time not alone, no no,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll kiss me in your living room,&lt;br /&gt;I knowI know you miss me in your living room,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause these nights I think maybe that I miss you in my living room&lt;br /&gt;We don't have much room&lt;br /&gt;I said does anybody need that room?&lt;br /&gt;Because we all need a little more room&lt;br /&gt;To live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Konstantine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111846276581293984?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-10934683.post-111833836284394155</id><published>2005-06-10T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:34:29.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;spangle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been around here for ages. some lightning shot through my house and half the electrical stuff in the house is destroyed. the tv's plug even exploded and its insides were all charred. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my left eye was twitching yesterday. was damn scared something bad would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew switch foot was a christian band! and that only hope was originated by them. wow. i never thought of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and TYSs are not even ten year series. cheats. i was looking at my chem tys and it said 1978-2003. its supposed to be called TEN year series for a reason right. i can die trying to finish all the 25 years question in one chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. and the other day i was talking with my mum and my mum said that she looked at my face when i was born and gave me my name. i asked her what would she call me now, looking at my face. and she was like: BOB. oh god. who in the world is named bob.BOB the builder?! spongeBOBsquarepants?! and i'm a girl. THANKS MUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chase is over. so sad. but at least it has a nice happy ending. yayy. i like happy endings. i get pissed with shows with not happy or no ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel honoured to be appearing in chessy's dream! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misunderstood. &lt;em&gt;miss understood.&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;what an irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its 2 o' clock and i need to get to relc early tomorrow. night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111833836284394155?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111833836284394155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111833836284394155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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me........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got my zen micro and the speakers! haha. as i expected. yay. i'm damn happy. haha. but yester yester night i just spent the whole night setting up my speakers and admiring my zen micro. so i didnt even study chinese. 3 nights before chinese and i wasnt studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese o's are tomorrow. i'm DAMN scared. damn. scared. as in its O LEVELS. not some mid years anymore when it doesnt matter if you screw up. and i cant concentrate!! i keep thinking about other stuff. haha. i seriously cant sit still for more than 10 minutes. why do you think i'm here. and i havent started on zuo wen. oh no oh no oh no. how now brown cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like my speakers. its damn nice. and my parents got it at a cheaper price. haha. yay. &lt;a href="http://www.creative.com/products/product.asp?category=4&amp;subcategory=27&amp;amp;product=10735"&gt;look!&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister had some p3 concert the other day. damn boring. haha. cos she was the first class and after that i didnt know anyone anymore. they sang stupid songs. but quite funny. she was some widow who owned a farm of chickens, and the chickens were like singing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everytime a lay and egg i think of you.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just for you i'd lay a dozen more............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was quite funny. but no one was laughing and i felt stupid laughing on my own so i controlled a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 hours more!! ahHHHHhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111733620958509412?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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style="color:#993399;"&gt;its last day of school tomorrow. i dont want holidays to come cos we would have to study. i hate getting back progress reports. my class results never fail to make me look stupid. i get like last five in my class for almost every subject. sucks. i'm kind of fine with it cos its a2 but when my parents look at it they get angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but on a lighter note, my parents can be quite nice. it was cross country yesterday but since it was raining, the teachers send out mass messages to everyone to go to school. i received it when i was near school and i asked my parents if they wanted to go for breakfast. and they were like ok. haha. quite funny. so i was at kap with my parents on a school day and i came back to school at 830. i didnt even get booked. haha. after school i cycled debbie home and we went to the hc ac match. everyone was so pro. jc and sec school standard is so different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my mum's really free nowadays cos she's got a 2 week leave, so i told her about how people bring their nice food to school cos there's a microwave to make it hot now and asked her if she would like to cook me something nice. and she was like sure. i go buy bread later and you can go and spread peanut butter. and she wasnt joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;played gladiator on the audi stage cos no one was at the audi today. bt2b2 vs the turtles: andrea debbie trudy. what a name to play gladiator with. haha. i lost every match and joanna and rachel won every match. we havent been bashing through the bushes lately due to the construction, so i think they found new substitutes. haha. they're damn strong. i feel safe whenever i'm around them. like got protection. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. chinese o's are coming up how? i havent been studying much, compared to how prepared i was during the mid years. i'm still at sec 3 and o's are on mon. still havent go through like the compo and the ying yong wen. oh no oh no. and i thought i was prepared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i wish they didnt have the DSA thing this year and we would get more time to think about where to go for our jcs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i think my parents are getting me a creative zen micro and the speakers that i wanted for really long tomorrow. haha. i think i'm damn lucky and i've got such nice parents. i think they're trying to like keep it a secret and give me a surprise but it isnt really working. i had damn lots of trouble deciding whether i wanted a zen micro or the one that i lost. zen micro is obviously better but i get attached to stuff really easily, which is kind of bad for me in a way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;rachel and joanna got the stupid aicha song stuck in my head. and it sucks cos i only know the exact words of two lines of the song and it keeps replaying over and over the same two lines and its irritating me. eeeeewwwwworm. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aisha.. aisha passing me by&lt;br /&gt;aisha.. aisha my my my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111712308080800544?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111712308080800544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111712308080800544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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:(:(:(damn sad. but i've got joanne and sarabe. haha. my chainbros. yay. :) i've been missing damn a lot of shows with them lately. and shumei too. :( coach carter. house of wax. kingdom of heaven. amityville horror. star wars. so many so many. out of which 3 are nc 16. dammit. but that's not the point. haha. wish i could go out more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was past versus present yesterday. THANKS ALL THE JUNIORS WHO SHOWED UP. only amanda did. thanks amanda! :D was looking forward to seeing the seniors again, but only nette came. so glad she came. :) had fun with nette debbie and joanna. haha. debbie and me tried to break the record. &lt;em&gt;its debbie and me tonight. hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; came up short. 209 rallies. but it's because our shuttlecock got grabbed. haha. stupid. poor nette had to just sit there and watch us try to beat chessy and her record. haha. nette! just read your archives. aiyo. 281 only. so little. haha. watch out!! chessy! quickly come back if not nette has no one to play with!! but MEANWHILE.... hee hee hee. i miss the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had chinese tuition with debbie today. we went to the sunday class cos it we had the past versus present yesterday. we were getting really irritated with this bunch of guys cos they were really making stupid comments and all. and then right in the middle of our lesson this woman opened the door. and she was like: lao shi. today got no chinese spelling is it. you have to help my son you know. (pointing towards one of the noisy guys) he's very weak in his chinese and the o's is on 30 may. and she just when on and on. and the lao shi had no choice but to: mm. wo hui de. wo hui de. i felt so embarrassed for the guy. as in you see these kinda stuff on tv but in real life its really like oh shit. i dont know. i get affected easily by these kind of things. he was all quiet throughout the rest of the lesson. i think most people may seem really happy and couldnt care less about on the outside but what happens on the inside is really a total different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to watch a beautiful mind now. rachel said its nice. haha. night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111677094257286840?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111677094257286840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111677094257286840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111677094257286840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111677094257286840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/05/theres-no-school-tomorrow-kind-of-want.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111632734179450912</id><published>2005-05-17T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T18:58:23.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd do anything..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another day is going by&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;But you're out there&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I wrote this letter in my head&lt;br /&gt;Cause so many things were left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;But now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And I can't think straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This could be the one last chance&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;To try to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can't put you in the past&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I won't forget you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of dropping out of school&lt;br /&gt;And leave this place&lt;br /&gt;To never come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now maybe after all these years&lt;br /&gt;If you miss me have no fear&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the one last chance&lt;br /&gt;to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't let you leave me once again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;To try and make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Cause somehow I can't put you in the past&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;Will u remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is you&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to sleep I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nanana nanana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nanana nanana na......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything,&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;To try to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Cause somehow I can't put you in the past&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you, with you...yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I won't do&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I won't forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111632734179450912?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111632734179450912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111632734179450912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111632734179450912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111632734179450912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/05/id-do-anything.html' title='I&apos;d do anything..'/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111603829371396875</id><published>2005-05-14T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T10:38:13.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 minutes too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After some time I've finally made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;She is the girl and I really want to make her mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching everywhere to find her again&lt;br /&gt;To tell her I love her&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry 'bout the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I find her standing in front of the church&lt;br /&gt;The only place in town where I didn't search&lt;br /&gt;She looks so happy in her wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;But she's crying while she's saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I missed your kisses all the time but this is&lt;br /&gt;Twenty five minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;Though you travelled so far boy I'm sorry you are&lt;br /&gt;Twenty five minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Against the wind I'm going home again&lt;br /&gt;Wishing me back to the time when we were more than&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But still I see her in front of the church&lt;br /&gt;The only place in town where I didn't search&lt;br /&gt;She looks so happy in her wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;But she cried while she was saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boy I missed your kisses all the time but this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twenty five minutes too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though you travelled so far boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twenty five minutes too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Still I can hear the words she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boy I missed your kisses all the time but this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twenty five minutes too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though you travelled so far boy I'm sorry you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twenty five minutes too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boy I missed your kisses all the time but this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twenty five minutes too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though you travelled so far boy I'm sorry you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twenty five minutes too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can still hear her say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111603829371396875?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111603829371396875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111603829371396875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111603829371396875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111603829371396875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/05/25-minutes-too-late.html' title='25 minutes too late'/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111603562832792586</id><published>2005-05-14T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T09:53:48.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hello! haha. hello. hello hello. :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i cut the back of my foot! i was trying to act pro on my bike yesterday, sitting on the bar sideways, holding the seat and the handlebars going down the slope. i saw my mum and i started talking to her and then i fell backwards. so embarassing. who at this age falls off a bike. wha. i was so pissed with myself. something always happens to my foot at the wrong time. irritating. its hurts so bad when i try to run. tried to stretch it yesterday so hopefully the wound would like open and it would be better if i try to run? my theory. haha. too bad it didnt work. and it became worse. argh. how how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i just remembered a joke! hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;two atoms meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;atom 1: i've just lost an electron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;atom 2: are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;atom 1: i'm positive! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahaha. my jokes are so educational. so funny funny. read that some where really long ago. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i just realised my reality shows are all ending soon. back to reality. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh. and i met shi jie on the bus yesterday. talk about coincidence huh. haha. i was really shocked cos rv's like all the way at ulu pandan. she said she came from town. talked to her for a while then i ran out of stuff to talk about. talk about being an IS in DISC eh. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;going to visit the doctor later about my foot. my dad says it looks pretty serious. it doesnt la. haha. its kinda weird we say going to visit the doctor. as in like we visit people who are sick right. but the doctors not sick. so it shouldnt be visiting the doctor. ok. i'm talking nonsense again. shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111603562832792586?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111603562832792586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111603562832792586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111603562832792586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111603562832792586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111590720008442371</id><published>2005-05-12T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:13:22.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HELL YEA I'm updating man! I haven's updated here in ages! So much for "I'll try to post here at least once a week k?". GOSH. I don't think i can keep that promise. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Lets seeeeeeeee. HELP ME SOMEBODY. Give me &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a brain transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random. And totally retarded. Please excuse me. I'm not myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRR. I NEED MORE SONGS TO PUT ON MY iPOD DAMMIT. I can't stand the fact that there's un-used space in it! It's like carrying an empty wallet. POINTLESS. Anyone would like to lend me some CDs? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn looks like I'm gonna have to cheat. SONG LYRICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Graduation - Vitamin C&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of the night in June&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't know much of love, but it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;And There was me and you, and then it got real blue&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talkin' on the telephone and&lt;br /&gt;We would get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;As we go on, we remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change,&lt;br /&gt;From whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be, friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now, will that joke still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La, la, la, la; yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, we will still be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Repeat chorus 3x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111590720008442371?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111590720008442371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111590720008442371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111590720008442371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111590720008442371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/05/hell-yea-im-updating-man-i-havens.html' title=''/><author><name>roachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15349379477475766651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111588817893877284</id><published>2005-05-12T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:56:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;when you see the clouds in your life, start to cover up your day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you start to feel so lonely, cos nothing goes your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just ate up all the other coloured bears in haribo except red so now everything's red. haha. i can slowly enjoy now. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is play day. i hope. haha. the teachers tried to hide it from us but actually we have no lessons tomorrow. except chinese. in the morning. yay. but there are talks and all those. hope its interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently addicted to the guitar. my dad found his old guitar in my grandma's house and he brought it home. i tried to tune it a little and its all right now and my god. i dont study at all. self learn guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still cant believe uchenna and joyce won. damn it. i wanted rob and amber to win. although they were mean and all, it would be nice to see them win survivor and amazing race. my heart was beating damn fast throughout the whole show yesterday. i was damn scared rob and amber werent going to win. i dont mind uchenna dn joyce winning but i really dont like joyce. uchenna's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a little more freedom.. just a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. do you believe in fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;crash and burn- savage garden&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a moment please&lt;br /&gt;to tame your wild wild heart&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold&lt;br /&gt;When darkness is upon your door and&lt;br /&gt;you feel like you can't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump i'll break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And a loyal friend is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;You're caught in a one way street&lt;br /&gt;With the monsters in your head&lt;br /&gt;When hopes and dreams are far away and&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you can't face the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump i'll break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burnYou're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there has always been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;And when it's over you'll breathe again&lt;br /&gt;You'll breathe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a moment please&lt;br /&gt;To tame your wild wild heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really like this song. wait. all the songs and random stuff i post is not like there's some special you or something. there isnt. just that i ilke the song and the lyrics. there's no one i'm refering to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111588817893877284?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111588817893877284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111588817893877284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111588817893877284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111588817893877284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-you-see-clouds-in-your-life-start.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111548177195810907</id><published>2005-05-07T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T00:04:57.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr beasley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its mother's day tomorrow and i love my mum. i got my dear mother a tea pot. haha. sounds terrible i know. actually it looks quite terrible cos it has a winnie the pooh face on it. yuck. but its a tea pot and my mother drinks tea. i'm really bad at getting stuff for people. and i did this banner like thing with staples and paper and crayon with happy mother's day on it to scotch tape it to the ceiling. but i'm scared it'll end up on the floor by the time she wakes up instead of the ceiling. my sister says she'll think she's nightmaring when she wakes up when she sees my horrendous hanwriting. so horrible. wow aliteration.! triple H!!! haha. the wrestler who squirts water. haha. i think only debbie would know who he is. actually i already just said who he is. aiyah. shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i want to watch coach carter and house of wax!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a trade with my sister today. she lent me her mp3 and i clear the mess in my side of the room. she claims she has lots of trouble going in and out of the room. its not that bad. exagerrating. oh my. i just clicked the spell check cos i didnt want to spell exagerrating wrongly and it started correcting all my caps and all. dont want to check already. anyway i think the room is quite nicely packed now. yay. but i still need to file my worksheets but at least its in a neat pile now i dont have to jump into bed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i swear i havent studied for more than half an hour this week and the previous week, besides school and tuition. actually i dont remember even studying at all. OH NO. how. and everyone who has mid years are mugging like shit. i alway feel scared for not studying but in the end i just do nothing about it so scared for nothing. maybe i should try to start now. but i want to bathe. after i bathe. yes. i shall start after i bathe. yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;get well soon tiff! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111548177195810907?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111548177195810907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111548177195810907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111548177195810907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111548177195810907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/05/mr-beasley-its-mothers-day-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111511690745375418</id><published>2005-05-03T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:41:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MID YEARS IS OVER!! :D:D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yay. had my last paper today. first and last. hahaha. its actually not even counted cos rachel and joanna didnt even have to come to school today. actually after chinese mid year is over its not even that big a deal. tomorrow i've got emath and geog. transformations die. i havent been keeping up with lim siew kuiek and handing in her worksheets. she is going to sieo kuiek me. think she so cuiek.not mine joke. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got down to telling my parents i lost my mp3. i've been dying without it. seriously. my mum says she's going to get me one for my birthday. yay. :) i lead a boring life but i'm happy. i think i've got everything i could ask for and i never have to ask for anything. haha. yay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beggining to remember my dreams a little more. i used to only remember the one where i was in apprentice and i got fired. not a nice dream. i dreamt yesterday that my grandma rode on a motorbike and i was the pillion rider. wha she was damn fast. she's so cool. haha. wearing sleeping clothes and riding motorbike. at one point of time she even stood on the motorbike and did some stunt thing and crashed into a van. but i was really happy. kinda weird. i think my grandma's really pretty. i love my grandma. :) when i told her the first thing she did was to ask for the motorcycle plate number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i havent started on my geog and emaths yet. die. and my eyes hurt like crazy. i dont know why. like not the normal kind of dry up till it hurts kind. i keep feeling that its swollen but its not. hm. you SEE? weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111511690745375418?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111511690745375418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111511690745375418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111511690745375418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111511690745375418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/05/mid-years-is-over-dd-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111482778192523641</id><published>2005-04-30T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T10:23:01.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;there's this song that i heard when i was on my sis's bed a while back. and i kept trying to look for it in my com. but i think the song was coming from the radio, so i never found it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I FINALLY KNOW WHAT SONG IT IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WONDERWALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it was always here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;chel downloaded it when she came over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but i was too dumb to realise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And all the roads that lead you there were winding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There are many things that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I would like to say to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111482778192523641?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111482778192523641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111482778192523641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111482778192523641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111482778192523641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/04/theres-this-song-that-i-heard-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111399234951190607</id><published>2005-04-20T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:19:09.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HELLO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been here in really long too.&lt;br /&gt;today was a damn tiring day!!!&lt;br /&gt;rachel's over :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;we're doing project.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;she's going mad.&lt;br /&gt;really.....&lt;br /&gt;woodbridge...&lt;br /&gt;lend me some help please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's my psycho girl&lt;br /&gt;my psycho girl friend&lt;br /&gt;my favourite girl!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INCEST!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hear your voice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i start to tremble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;brings back the child that i resemble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HELLO SHU HUI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&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/10934683-111399234951190607?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111399234951190607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111399234951190607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111399234951190607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111399234951190607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-havent-been-here-in-really-long.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111391938366259986</id><published>2005-04-19T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:36:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent been here for quite a while. haha. been disconnected with the world wide web and the medias for quite a while because of the shit concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitter sweet symphony went quite well, except for the fact that saturday was so empty and daphne khoo fell on stage. dammit. i didnt see. she ruffled my hair. haha. that's kinda stupid considering i'm quite a lot taller than her. glad the concert's over. not that it wasnt fun but it was getting kinda draggy cos i'm always the free one on the performance day where everyone is busy putting on their make up and i am of no help. except colouring glory's cow eye patch on her eye. actually the concert stuff got really really fun towards the end, but i kinda learnt already that all good things come to an end. so yea. haha. glad i didnt screw up my one word. haha. kinda glad. thanks for all the flowers. :) i havent been doing work. as in its really terrible. i just left my whole file of ws and pencil box in school since the start of rehearsals that made me not go home till until at least 11. and i havent touched my books since then. time to start shuhui. i'm really glad that i am on the light side and not the dark forces. hahahaha. yay.:) i'm happy that i have my seal gang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pft tomorrow. a2's alway having their 2.4 and 5 items on the same day. but i kinda like it that way. get it done and over with in one day, and then from now on pe is all playing games!! haha. i hope. we were talking today about how sit and reach and pull up used to be so easy. pull up used to just hang there and sit and reach was just reach on the floor. haha. i cant really remember. but i dont really want to run tomorrow. i'm aching like shit from who knows what. i havent stopped aching since the first day of the rehearsals. started from when i skate scootered down the damn school hill. gripped the handlebars so tightly my hands were shivering when i stopped. haha. kinda fun. was damn scared i'd scooter into curb and start flying or something. flying without wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad the school didnt decide to put midyears now that the system is back to the old one. yay. :) poor juniors. first paper starts next week. go go! :D but we've got 4 tests next week. dammit. all the accumulated tests from the concert now cramm all into one week. bio geog chem physics. eeyerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up geri! :D they had third and forth placing today and st nichs got forth. smile. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. i realise that i'm really quite stupid. some stuff that i do arent worth it and i know it and i still do it. sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934683.post-111306342381279432</id><published>2005-04-09T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T11:21:53.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken promise ring.</title><content type='html'>hello.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a dddddddddrrrrrrraaaaagggggyyyyy day today is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week's going to be kinda stressful for every one. take care all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just been thinking of a few stuffs that i dont really want to think about. and i just realised i REALLY dont like it when people dont do things when they say they will. it may be like doing something for someone, or giving something to someone. i think if you tell the person you are going to do it, you should do it. if not just shut up and dont say anything la.&lt;br /&gt;take for example, this person tells you that he/she is making you something or doing something for you. ( i'm speaking really randomly) and you get all happy because you know he/she cares about you that's why he/she is doing this. so you wait. and wait and wait. its not as if you really want the thing or what, but you just want a confirmation that he/she really cares. after a long wait, you finally realise that its pointless waiting and all you had all along was false hopes. and you start thinking what really happen. was he/she lying in the first place or did he/she just forget all about you. both ways are equally bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better late the never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you all noticed that they're like cows all over grass patches all around? haha. quite funny. my sister said it is giordano's new ad. wow. if it really is its really quite smart. really captures attention. wonder what will happens when it rain. as in if its not properly glued down to the floor then everything will just come off right? haha. quite funny sight if all the cows fall. soggy beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the juniors have already started to train with the sec 2s. my god. mrs kuan is getting kinda kiasu. train so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun fact of the day: at one point or another in your life, it will be raining heavily for you. i guess there's only one thing you can do. &lt;em&gt;kiss the rain. &lt;/em&gt;(took me long to figure out what kiss the rain really meant)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111306342381279432?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111306342381279432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111306342381279432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111306342381279432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111306342381279432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/04/broken-promise-ring.html' title='broken promise ring.'/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111295128578675654</id><published>2005-04-08T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T17:10:48.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yellow: the colour of a happy friend. gives you a star when you're sad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;international friendship day was quite bad. haha. our teachers day was the best and funnest. haha. yay. :) its kinda lucky that me and debbie got put in the same ltc group. no one believed. haha. too good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been going for so many rehearsals lately, and my dad's quite pissed. and compared to the others i attended quite little already. not as if i got a choice. hate it when he scolds me for things i have no control over. today he scolded me cos i told him the international friendship day thing might end half an hour late. crazy. its not my fault that it might end late. and i dont have a choice whether i want to go for the rehearsals or not. he thinks i want to go there and play and its not compulsory. i think he's going to flare if i tell him rehearsals are till ten at night next week......... shit. damn scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tests next week. yay!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. DO NOT buy tickets from the thing outside canteen. buy from me!!! they made us sell at least 10 tickets each.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111295128578675654?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111295128578675654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111295128578675654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111295128578675654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111295128578675654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/04/yellow-colour-of-happy-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111259460125060075</id><published>2005-04-04T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:09:06.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back at the computer lab again. haha. yay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to ocean avenue. its a nice song. no matter how many times i keep on listening to it i never get sick of it. i dont know whats really nice about it but i really like it. :) i was so happy when i went to australia with my family last year and i saw the ocean avenue sign along the street near where we were staying. i took a picture of it and i was so excited until i got home and tiff told me that the real thing was actually ocean boulevard but they couldnt find anything to rhyme with boulevard so they chose avenue. chey. but i bet there's so many ocean avenues around the world anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the cemetries yesterday. to sao mu. qing ming jie haha. go there every year. kinda fun cos its quite fun climbing all the tombs to reach the people who are related to us. and there was this super loud argument quite far away but we could hear it super clearly. they were shouting in english somemore. educated people. we couldnt see them cos they were hidden behind the big trees and bushes and suddenly you'll see this tuff of hair emerging or the finger they were pointing at each other. haha. they were quarrelling when we reached and they were still quarreling when we left. so energetic i tell you. they were like taking turns to shout at one another. the person who died so poor thing. have to see and put up with all the shit cos they were quarelling in front of the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda smoked too. we had to light up a cigarette and put there so i asked my dad if i could try cos he was always the one doing it. so he said ok. he was like teaching me cos he used to smoke. took three times till i actually got a little smoke out of my mouth. and it sucks. i always thought that the smoke was tasty or something. if not what's so nice bout it. but its tasteless. felt so horrible after that. yuck. why do people smoke anyway. my mouth had this disgusting taste lingering after that. yuck yuck yuck. what a horrible feeling. at least i know how it feels so i probably would never smoke again. smoking kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like i dont wanna miss a thing. was looking at the fountain at night at suntec a few days ago and they were playing that song while all the nice messages were projected on the fountain. wow. really wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remembered what the speaker about homosexuality during chapel today. god created adam and eve not adam and steve. hahaha. i think its quite funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was just learning the zao ju for tomorrow's test. and i came across pan xuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pan xuan: fei ji zai kong zhong pan xuan le ji fen zhong hou, jiu fei ru yun shao qu le. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing special, but made me think. haha. not cos the sentence had some nice meaning to it or anything, but just cos it was this particular sentence. wonder if you still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe tomorrow. yay. :) quite excited. missed pe last week cos of djw. hope we play some nice games and dont run too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a chineseful entry. so full of chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111259460125060075?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111259460125060075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111259460125060075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111259460125060075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111259460125060075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back-at-computer-lab-again.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111224108168115832</id><published>2005-03-31T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T11:51:21.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back! haha. having english now. dont know why but we've been going to com labs almost at least once everyday. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe we've got first three months now. Ministry Of Errors i tell you. sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;is it all that great without me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you speak a little louder?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I thought I heard you say,&lt;br /&gt;That you need me and you're coming back to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's harder&lt;br /&gt;To say whats on your mind,&lt;br /&gt;When you havent told the truth at any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now its time to divide,&lt;br /&gt;You take what's yours and i'll take mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all that great without me?&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Was it easy to forget me?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your eyes are saying No.&lt;br /&gt;Did you find a broken rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;With an emtpy pot of gold.&lt;br /&gt;And if its all that great without me?&lt;br /&gt;Than im glad you let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean to sound so vengeful,&lt;br /&gt;Or to hit you when your down.&lt;br /&gt;But you took my house of dreams&lt;br /&gt;And burnt it to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;And now you say you're really sorry&lt;br /&gt;Well that's really nice to hear.&lt;br /&gt;But where were you when&lt;br /&gt;Everything we had got up and disappeared.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now its time to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Walk through that door way and let it close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all that great without me?&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Was it easy to forget me?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your eyes are saying No.&lt;br /&gt;Did you find a broken rainbow&lt;br /&gt;With an emtpy pot of gold?&lt;br /&gt;And if its all that great without me,&lt;br /&gt;Than I'm glad you let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk into the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And turn your back on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Will the world keep spinning&lt;br /&gt;Round and round and watch what you had is gone..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111224108168115832?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111224108168115832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111224108168115832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111224108168115832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111224108168115832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-back-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111219882993460954</id><published>2005-03-31T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T11:52:56.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna cheated. Haha. Anyway havent been talking to both of you for damn long! Our recesses are only same on three days and your classrooms are like miles away. I didnt even see Rachel until school ended today. Have to camp overnight to get there. I like our malay tamil classrooms last year. Got the partition door I dont even need to get out of my classroom to get to yours or hear you alls' terrible noise. Same recesses tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to chop the numbers on the bitter sweet symphony tickets today. Debbie chopped it along with me. Haha. Thanks. :) My arm is going to ache like shit tomorrow. The stupid chop was freaking antique so it was damn heavy and there were so many tickets. 1300 plus. Killer I tell you. Started off really slow and then later we were just like rushing through everything. Took almost 4 hours. Haha. but it felt quite good cos we did it in the library and it was super quiet. And mrs tan didnt scold us cos she was the one who told us to do there and the chop makes a hell lot of noise. Bet we were irritating the hell out of the studying people in the library. Sorry. Actually Im not really that sorry. Hahaha. Had spectators too. Ah seng came and watch us chop until the people in his walkie talkie made noise. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since Im talking about bittersweet symphony, might as well make an advertisement. Its some st lukes concert on the 15 and 16 april. 730. by a1 a2 a3. Daphne Khoo will be performing on the 15 so I dont think it will be that bad. go go! Tickets will start selling tomorrow. come come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched survivor. so much blood. cant believe that that meridith or the gretchen got her head busted. and the car overturned. and the camera guy got injured. and I CANT BELIEVE rob and amber didnt even stop to say anything. i thought they were nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111219882993460954?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111219882993460954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111219882993460954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111219882993460954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111219882993460954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello_31.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111217763322987368</id><published>2005-03-30T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:14:36.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sit back while reminiscing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of when we used to fuss and fight, but end up kissing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There may be sad and painful times along the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in my heart you'll always be everything and more to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'm like.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;making up for not blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ahhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;damn bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;can't study... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but i should..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111217763322987368?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111217763322987368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111217763322987368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111217763322987368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111217763322987368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/as-i-close-my-eyes-sit-back-while.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111217718450764921</id><published>2005-03-30T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:06:24.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lonely im Mr. Lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody,&lt;br /&gt;For my owwnnn&lt;br /&gt;Im so Lonely, im Mr. Lonely&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody,&lt;br /&gt;for my owwnnn&lt;br /&gt;Im so Lonely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yo, this one here goes out to all my playas out there man.&lt;br /&gt;ya kno that got that one good girl dog thats always been&lt;br /&gt;there man like took all the bullshit then one day she cant&lt;br /&gt;take it no more and decides to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed my girl wasn't by my side,&lt;br /&gt;Coulda sworn I was dreamin,&lt;br /&gt;For her I was feinin,&lt;br /&gt;So I had ta take a little ride,&lt;br /&gt;Back tracking on these few years,&lt;br /&gt;Tryna figure out wat I do to make it go bad,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz ever since my girl left me,&lt;br /&gt;My whole life came crashin and I'm so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lonely (so lonely),&lt;br /&gt;Im Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;For my own (to call my own girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Im so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Im Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;For my own (to call my own girl).&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cant belive I had a girl like you,&lt;br /&gt;and I just let you walk right outta my life,&lt;br /&gt;after all I put u thru&lt;br /&gt;u still stuck around and stayed by my side (by my side)&lt;br /&gt;what really hurt me is I broke ur heart,&lt;br /&gt;baby you a good girl and I had no right,&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna make things right,&lt;br /&gt;cuz without u in my life girl&lt;br /&gt;im so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Im Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;For my own (to call my own girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Im so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Im mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;For my own (to call my own baby).&lt;br /&gt;Im so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been all about the world ain't,&lt;br /&gt;neva met a girl that can take the things that you been through.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought the day would come,&lt;br /&gt;where you would get up and run,&lt;br /&gt;and I would be out chasing u&lt;br /&gt;Cuz aint nowhere in the globe id rather be,&lt;br /&gt;aint no one in the globe id rather see&lt;br /&gt;then the girl of my dreams that made me&lt;br /&gt;Be so happy but now so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Im Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;For my own (to call my own, no).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Im so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Im Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;For my own (to call my own girl).&lt;br /&gt;I'm so Lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never thought that id be alone (be alone)&lt;br /&gt;I didnt hope you'd be gone this long (gone this long)&lt;br /&gt;I jus want u to call my phone,&lt;br /&gt;so stop playing girl and Come on home (come on home),&lt;br /&gt;baby girl I didn't mean to shout, (no)&lt;br /&gt;I want me and you to work it out, (work it out baby)&lt;br /&gt;I never wished that Id ever Hurt my baby,&lt;br /&gt;and its drivin me crazy cuz I'm so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Im Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody, nobody)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own, no).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Im so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Im Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;For my own (to call my own girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so Lonely&lt;br /&gt;So lonely(lonely)&lt;br /&gt;So lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lonely(lonely)&lt;br /&gt;So lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;So lonely (Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;So lonely!!! (so lonely!!!)&lt;br /&gt;So Lonely&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha this song's damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111217718450764921?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111217718450764921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111217718450764921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111217718450764921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111217718450764921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/lonely-im-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111217407280517640</id><published>2005-03-30T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T17:14:32.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha. haven't used the computer in days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and now that i have the chance to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the first thing i did was to come here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aren't you'll honoured?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;walked home again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;haha. tiring shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but it's ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kinda used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i've been speaking really bad english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;worse than how i normally speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;what did i get myself into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish i could tie you up in my shoes, make you feel unpretty too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can't pull myself out now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;shit. no more 3 months. how...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;please.. help..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;got lots of homework. haven't done work in a really long time cause i've been really busy. alot of packing shit going on now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;__Do you see me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you even know you met me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111217407280517640?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111217407280517640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111217407280517640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111217407280517640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111217407280517640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-haha_30.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111209964558399639</id><published>2005-03-29T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:37:38.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello. hahah sorry shuhui! me and jo havent been updating much. paiseh. nvm. i'll try to post here at least once a week k? =) haha.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is i dont have much to blog about. haha cos i already blogged just now. okayokay i know. ill blog lyrics. =p haha. cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blurry - Puddle Of Mudd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so blurry, and everyone's so fake&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's empty, and everything is so messed up&lt;br /&gt;Preoccupied without you, I cannot live at all&lt;br /&gt;my whole world surrounds you, I stumbled and I crawl&lt;br /&gt;you could be my someone you could be my scene&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll protect you from all of the obscene&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you're doing Imagine where you are&lt;br /&gt;There's oceans in between us, and that's not very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;When you shoved it in my face,&lt;br /&gt;This pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;When you shoved it in my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is changing, there's no one left that's real&lt;br /&gt;So make up your own ending, and let me know just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am lost with out you, I cannot live at all&lt;br /&gt;my whole world surrounds you, I stumbled and I crawl&lt;br /&gt;you could be my someone you could be my scene&lt;br /&gt;You know that I will save you from all of the unclean&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you're doin I wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;There's oceans in between us but that's not very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nobody told me what you thought,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me what to say&lt;br /&gt;Everyone showed you where to turn,&lt;br /&gt;Told you when to run away&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told you where to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told you what to say&lt;br /&gt;everyone showed you where to turn,&lt;br /&gt;Showed you when to run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah okay thats the end of my post. BYEBYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111209964558399639?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111209964558399639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111209964558399639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111209964558399639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111209964558399639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>roachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15349379477475766651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111176732493397529</id><published>2005-03-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T10:23:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;STOTAN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;a cross between stoic and spartan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like the only person around here now. haha. but its ok cos rachel and joanna have their own blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching &lt;em&gt;chase &lt;/em&gt;the other day. its a nice show. i like it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched survivor. now's got all the nice shows i want to watch. and when its holiday's there's nothing nice to watch. bad timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go for mission x213680. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. i'm really confused. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;saw something that's kinda nice. but i'm fine. doesnt really apply.  just something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Have you ever been out with your closest friends&lt;br /&gt;Yet still feel left out in the end&lt;br /&gt;Have you been so sad that you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;But instead, you gritted your teeth and insisted you're fine&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried smiling despite all the pain&lt;br /&gt;Tell me whether have you loved someone and yet knew it was all in vain&lt;br /&gt;have you tried calling your friend for advice&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried to be there&lt;br /&gt;Have you put in a good word for her&lt;br /&gt;And yet you know she won't and don't care&lt;br /&gt;Have you been so upset that you throw yourself in despair&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like running away yet don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Have you wished for friends to reach out their hands&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, they still don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Have you faced the dilemna where a decision must be made&lt;br /&gt;And hope that the choice you chose isn't a mistake&lt;br /&gt;You see, it's like no one knows me at all&lt;br /&gt;And I'm surrounded by this tall brick wall&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried giving someone your heart to&lt;br /&gt;But that person doesn't feel the same way towards you&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel that the world's so big and scary&lt;br /&gt;And you have a burden that's so heavy to carry&lt;br /&gt;Tell me &lt;em&gt;have you&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111176732493397529?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111176732493397529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111176732493397529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111176732493397529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111176732493397529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/stotan.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111163723933187929</id><published>2005-03-24T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:55:16.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEBBIE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yay. i'm going to write this in orange cos debbie likes orange. hope you had fun yesterday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so yesterday.. after school i went to acjc to see them throw their balls and run their rounds. but when i got there their balls were already thrown. and joanne got third in it. shot put. haha. yay. oh and ting got second too! haha damn good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hey andrea debbie rachel sab trudy: sorry i didnt go to the pond. i was really bothered by some stuff and i was really afraid that i would be the idiot that i am and spoil the mood. sorry if i caused any problems or anything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;went to have dinner with sarabe shumz joanne at swensens after that. bitched quite a lot. i feel really mean now. but it really had to say it out if not i would have really really nasty thoughts and its not a good thing. and i know they wouldnt spread. haha. i've got to learn more self control. thanks you all for listening. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;selling all the hate that we breed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after dinner i went with debbie to walk around. found a nice empty shop and had a long talk with debbie. haven't had one of those in a while. feels really good. thanks. :) and mrs kuan saw us. haha. was damn scared cos we were in school uniform and sitting in an empty shop that didnt even belong to us in the first place. but she was really nice. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after that, we went to caroline's house and then went back to debbie's house with debbie. debbie is damn gong. haha. we were walking towards dee joanne sarah shannon shumz but she didnt know it was them in the dark. i couldnt really tell also. then they started lighting up the cake and i was like eh! someone has the same birthday as you! and debbie was like yea! so cool! hahaha. funny. but i dont think it was my lying. debbie's just damn blur. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i sinned so much yesterday. lied so much to hide all those stuff yesterday. from 4D numbers (to get her unit number cos they couldnt get in without it) to me whispering sweet nothings to my mum and her changing her plan to 100 mins free outgoing (to explain why i needed to go out of the room to answer all the many calls) PLUS all the bitching. god sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i need to meditate. &lt;/strong&gt;ohm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111163723933187929?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111163723933187929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111163723933187929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111163723933187929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111163723933187929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-birthday-debbie-d-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111138475991464662</id><published>2005-03-21T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T17:48:02.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go listen to this song. really nice. you can kinda hear the changing of guitar chords sound quite clearly. i dont know why but i think its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one year six months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sew this up with threads of reason and regret&lt;br /&gt;So I will not forgetI will not forget&lt;br /&gt;How this felt one year six months ago&lt;br /&gt;I know I cannot forgetI cannot forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling into memories of you,&lt;br /&gt;things we used to do&lt;br /&gt;Follow me there&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful somewhere&lt;br /&gt;A place that I can share&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that you don't know me anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to forget, sometimes we just forget&lt;br /&gt;And being on this road is anything but sure&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll forget, I hope we don't forget&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling into memories of you, things we used to do&lt;br /&gt;Follow me thereA beautiful somewhere&lt;br /&gt;A place that I can share with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many nights, legs tangled tight&lt;br /&gt;Wrap me up in a dream with you&lt;br /&gt;Close up these eyes, try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;All that I've got to pull me through&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;em&gt;memories of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-yellowcard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm Mr. Brightside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the bright side.&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised all the blogs with diaryland is down. oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111138475991464662?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111138475991464662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111138475991464662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111138475991464662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111138475991464662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/go-listen-to-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111098753684766800</id><published>2005-03-16T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T12:59:27.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;life is not about how many breaths you take. its about the things that take your breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICKY THONG!! =D=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yay. bought the cake for cheryl and vicky today. its not my fault cheryl's name's so long there's no where to put her name on the cake. but NEVERTHELESS. it was a nice arrangement of m&amp;amp;m's. haha! the cake was beautiful.. no matter what they say. words can bring me down..... haha. and i'm getting old. i asked for 14 candles (sorry i forgot to bring) and i wished vicky happy 16th birthday. huh. one year too early. lao ren chi dai zheng. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;had friendly with rg today. was quite terrible. lost until kinda lost count of how much we lost by. but its a friendly so what the hell. anyway, went to pizza hut to eat with the juniors after that. i was the only sec 4 there so i was the biggest and the most civilised and mature and all. haha. but they're really damn embarassing. so ks even want to da bao the soup. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and i just realised i'm not typing in caps anymore. too tiring. and this entry is so colourful!! haha. cos after the game today there was a rainbow and it wasnt even raining and the clouds had a silver lining. yay. see. inspiration that's why its so colourful. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and my color combination sucks so bad. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111098753684766800?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111098753684766800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111098753684766800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111098753684766800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111098753684766800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-is-not-about-how-many-breaths-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111088009833278165</id><published>2005-03-15T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T18:12:34.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello! i feel quite bad. havent updated for quite long. hmm. the problem is i never have much to blog about. nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall start with what happened today. lets see. we had chem remedial today. wha. its really DAMN long. but its definately more bearable than ms goh's remedials. the time passed &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; fast i guess. but mr loh is really quite naggy. haha. keep asking us to look up. annoying.&lt;br /&gt;okay then we had out ONE AND A HALF HOUR break. haha. the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HIGHLIGHT&lt;/span&gt; of the day. had a hell load of fun. went to kap with jo trud and andrea. ate food from cold storage.&lt;br /&gt;on the way back was MADNESS! haha. me and jo carried andrea and trudy back to school. that means that we carried them up that horrendous hill. haha. but it was FUN. trudy and jo were mad! cracked me up. i think trudy was out to kill her. haha. anyway by the time we got to school, we were all hot and sweaty. haha. just kept laughing and laughing!&lt;br /&gt;wha. the next part of remedial was torture. damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so after remedial i went to halland v to drink coffee at starbucks. haha. i bought two drinks. over load of coffee. cos in the morning i also drank coffee. haha i bet tonight i cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then. thats all! byebye! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh yea. one more thing. i just checked the posts again. the ratio remains the same. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;jo : shu : rach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6 :12 : 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 : 2 : 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111088009833278165?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111088009833278165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111088009833278165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111088009833278165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111088009833278165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-i-feel-quite-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>roachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15349379477475766651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111076811925913677</id><published>2005-03-14T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:23:43.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! i'm back again! haha. yay. i have devised a timetable for my march holidays. haha. and i'm going to follow it. really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now there's no one at home. i'm home alone 5. hahaha. dont know if there's a five yet. i like being home alone! my computer speakers are blasting so loudly the whole computer table is vibrating like shit. haha. i dont know why but i'm damn scared. haha. i keep imaging my parents shouting at me to switch it off or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday cheryl!!! :D:D&lt;/strong&gt; my fellow tcs haha. and bubbles. better not burst her bubble! if not ting will come after you. haha.! so funny. funny funny. funny bunny honey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!! and there was one part of yesterday where we went to watch and there wasnt any place to see magnum perform so me kari dee joanne and sarah kept walking up the escalator so that we could watch them perform. my god. tiring thing on earth i tell you. we didnt really move from where we were watching cos we kept climbing and climbing the moving escalator. wha. i wanted to die. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. now i'm currently 1 hour late for studying chinese and 7 minutes late for studying chem. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ezzzcuzze mee.. shuhui hazzz gonezz orff tooo starrddee cozz shezz so harrddworking.. bz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111076811925913677?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111076811925913677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111076811925913677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111076811925913677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111076811925913677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-im-back-again-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111072051814556523</id><published>2005-03-13T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:28:38.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;bruised and battered by your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dazed and shattered now it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down today to support the cheerleaders. they got third! haha.yay. :D although they didnt win first or anything they did really well! congrats! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and go read the yesterday's news paper. sports section. a picture sure does paint a thousand words. yea. hm. my reaction is really damn slow. DAMN slow. haha. funny how sometimes you try to seem all fine and something just triggers everything off and you can't seem all fine anymore. sucks eh.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;angels never come for free.&lt;/span&gt; yea. now i know how you'll have to pay. and i dont like it one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111072051814556523?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111072051814556523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111072051814556523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111072051814556523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111072051814556523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/bruised-and-battered-by-your-words.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111045024926109718</id><published>2005-03-10T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:29:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shu hui's over!!! :DDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;this&gt;&gt;RACHEL cah zua&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hAhaZ.zOanNa iZ dE beZ. hEhEx. :P mOi hAs Lottttaaaaa FunS 2dae. iTz wuZ a gr8 daE!!!!! o_O coooliio. LOLZxxxxXxxX!!!! &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;buT iTz LykE Wad3va Manz. aNywaE. We ReaLi SawRiE 4 dE eNtRI!! xoxoxoxoxo!!!!! MuacKzZxXxzZXX.!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;SHU HUI TOOK A PHOTO WITH SI JIE!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;SHE IS BEAMING FROM SIDE TO SIDE. (SI JIE I MEAN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;shu hui is a loser. she was left standing alone to take the picture. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh sick. this entry sucks.. :DDDDDDD hahahhahah we're so funny.! there's no sad day with us around! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111045024926109718?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111045024926109718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111045024926109718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111045024926109718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111045024926109718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/shu-huis-over-dddddd-but-itz-lyke.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111037288064675022</id><published>2005-03-09T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T20:54:40.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>hello hello! im BACK too! havent blogged her for kinda long. SHUHUI you are POWER! haha. sorry i havent been updating! i also update my other blog you see. haha. sooo. hmmmmmm. i dont know what to blog about. lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that all of us have pierced years, LETS GET EARRINGS! haha so fun so fun! okayokay?!! must go buy nice nice earrings. =) then we can all wear on one ear. DAMN COOL! haha. i think im going mad. FINALLY we can all get earrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. madness! anyway. on a more serious note, we are getting progress report back TOMORROW. and im scared SHITLESS. cos i did damn badly. =( my dad is SO gonna kill me. whaaaaaaaa. damn scared to go home tomorrow. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111037288064675022?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111037288064675022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111037288064675022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111037288064675022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111037288064675022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>roachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15349379477475766651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111033314530900956</id><published>2005-03-09T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:29:31.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sprained my ankle again...........:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea both of you suck. i'm like the only one around here. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111033314530900956?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111033314530900956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111033314530900956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111033314530900956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111033314530900956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-sprained-my-ankle-again.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111028163367700393</id><published>2005-03-08T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:36:01.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haven't been here in really long!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hello! i'm back! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ratio of our blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;jo : shu : rach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;=4 : 8 : 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;=1 : 2 : 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;watching shao nian da qian chai, the 7 0'clock show. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-111028163367700393?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111028163367700393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111028163367700393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111028163367700393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111028163367700393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/havent-been-here-in-really-long-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-111026754985691264</id><published>2005-03-08T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:06:48.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy belated birthday rachel lee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of school before march holidays. Somehow i'm not looking forward to it. Weird. Maybe cos we have to study and my parents wouldnt allow me to do anything except study so what holiday? And i dont want school to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's tennis finals tomorrow. All the best Joanne! All the best Tessa! All the best Cass! haha.&lt;br /&gt;There's netball finals on thursday. All the best juniors! Hm. I heard Mrs Kuan has been quite tough on they all. Hang in there! :)&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; dont feel like going. but we dont have much of a choice huh. we even get to be excused early to SUPPORT. and rv's not in bdiv finals too. its ct and tanglin. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There's training on friday. This is because if you realise, our season's too short to even give the sec 4s any participation points for this year. Sad case. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something i don't understand. Why are my parents scolding me for my cousin's good o's results? My fault ah. So competitive for what. Crazy. I'm happy for him that he got 8 points and they should be happy too. Stop comparing..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way does anyone have use Creative Muvo Tx Fm? cos i lost my disc and since my dad re formatted the computer and my computer still sucks, it cant detect my mp3 and so i cant add or delete any songs. can i borrow the cd? thanks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger sister is playing the recorder and she is COMPLETELY out of tune. haha. funny. actually she's not even playing. she's just blowing air into the thing. just keeps blowing and blowing and i dont even hear a single note. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just saw the mini cornettos advert. memories. haha. still remember the reasoning i came up with was so that we'd look sweet and umpires would believe us when we say: i never touch! haha. lucky elsa was there to change it to the sugar high one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Another turning point a fork stuck in the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So make the best of this test and don't ask why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's not a question but a lesson learned in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hope you had the time of your life(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&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/10934683-111026754985691264?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/111026754985691264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=111026754985691264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111026754985691264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/111026754985691264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-belated-birthday-rachel-lee-d.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110995249253377509</id><published>2005-03-05T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:08:12.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my. i just re-read my entry and i just realised how terrible my english is. maybe i should start improving it by having proper punctuations. Like this. Haha. Yay. Wonder how long i can keep this up for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110995249253377509?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110995249253377509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110995249253377509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110995249253377509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110995249253377509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110986346850397755</id><published>2005-03-03T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:24:28.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone seems so down. haha. cheer up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had bio test today. it went quite well! haha. i answered a question that maggie and louisa couldnt answer. hahaha. oh my. imagine the satisfaction. :D if i pass this it'll be the third time i'm passing bio in two years. got chem test tomorrow. hope i can do well too. then maybe i can pass my chem test since last year march? ok. my sciences really suck. cant believe i failed the previous chem test. like everyone in my class passed and i failed BADLY. and other classes not many people failed either. but what the hell. i dont think i expect much from someone who got 35 36 37 for all her end year sciences. in running order somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'm happy today. haha. cos we got to draw on the wall during lit today! but i didnt want to spoil the wall cos it looked so nice. haha. so i drew a small yellow star. yay. :) and the outline of me and sarabe's shadow is there too. haha. it looks quite good. lavinia and myra were damn good drawers! haha. me and sarah stood in front of the ohp and myra and lavinia drew our shadows of us kissing each other on the wall. haha. quite cool. sarah's got nice eyelashes. haha. cos the poem was about these two people in the cinema being nice to each other. funny how when we say being nice to each other we think of kissing. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having fun in school now and i dont want the year to pass so quickly. its march already. oh man. help. so fast so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow down!!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110986346850397755?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110986346850397755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110986346850397755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110986346850397755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110986346850397755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/everyone-seems-so-down.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110984456132271183</id><published>2005-03-03T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:20:09.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there's nothing nothing nothing to say. im bored at home. and there's a chem test tomorro. this week has been like the most horrifying week ever. had like 4 tests. chem retest. bio test. ss test. another chem test. oooh mann. and im dying for amath. really. but i finally understand. me and tiff had a lesson after school with ms ho. it helped a hell lot. then stayed in school after that to help with the inkwell stuff. cos it was raining and i couldnt get home. got bitten by mosquitoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. shoot i think i should be studying for the chem test! ahh nvm i think ill do it later la. no rush. today got no training. so not tired. can stay up late to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so damn bored. WHERE IS EVERYONE. as usual im online, and none of my friends are. and it sucks. yay my parents are not home. can do whatever i want. thats why im not studying. haha. cos no one is here to chase me to study harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being in sec 4 so much. i was just thinking. there are SO many things i wanna do. go cycling with my friends. go out. i just feel like doing something out of the odinary. like going to have a picnic. or going to the esplanade in the evening to watch the sunset. something like that. AND I CANT. because there are SO many things i have to do. like training. studying. tuition. it really sucks. and i cant believe that i never thought of doing these things in sec 3. i would have done them right away. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think i've blogged enough for one day. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110984456132271183?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110984456132271183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110984456132271183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110984456132271183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110984456132271183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>roachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15349379477475766651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110966181529121097</id><published>2005-03-01T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T16:56:26.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i hate car rides with my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;they're always asking about my study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and end up scolding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;they should just go eat hershey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;then maybe they would leave me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;had school for one period only. luckily it was lit. lit's the most fun lesson. haha.then A2 went for the wildlife seminar and the rest went to draw the wall. lucky. i want to draw on the wall too. but i guess we missed a whole day of school so we were the lucky ones. advantages of being in A2. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we were supposed to end at 12 but we ended at 1030. wow. roamed around town with hannah vicky gloria. haha. tessa didnt come to school today. cant believe we're released so early. imagined what we did! and also the seminar was the PUB building. like at the youth park. i think the lyndall's quite pretty as in she's not that young but still pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh! and go listen to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;boulevard of broken songs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyway i'm going to study ss now. got test tomorrow. and bio and chem on thurs and fri. i like grey. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110966181529121097?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110966181529121097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110966181529121097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110966181529121097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110966181529121097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-hate-car-rides-with-my-family-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110941091086706132</id><published>2005-02-26T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:14:19.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HEY BROS! haha. thanks for the support. haha well we got in la. but i was so. unexcited and unshocked. haha. maybe its cos i know we are TOO good already! haha. nahh. i dont know why but NEVERMIND. cos we got in. so guess i have another 2 weeks of cheerleading. cant wait till its over! ms tang is gonna kill me for skipping so much training. ah. later i get kicked out of squash! but actually i dont care if they kick me out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. jo shu! we STILL have not taken a picture together. a nice one at least! we are all not photogenic. i hate taking photos, but we still have to take one together I DONT CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. hmm. TOMORROW WE HAVE FLAG DAY! well me and jo. AHHHHHH! ihateit ihateit ihateit! its for some &lt;strong&gt;SPASTIC&lt;/strong&gt; children i think. hahahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think blogger is kinda cool cos can make the words so &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahha. SOOO COOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;MR BRIGHTSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah okayokay. thats about all i have to say. BYE BROS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110941091086706132?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110941091086706132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110941091086706132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110941091086706132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110941091086706132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-bros-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>roachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15349379477475766651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110934495871868090</id><published>2005-02-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:39:07.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seeing is believing so you better change your specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister did something drastic to the computer and when i switched it on, out popped many many porn sites. oOoOo. scandalous. my dad had to reformat the whole computer. he must have had the time of his life. haha. kidding. and after he reformatted the computer, i saw the text thing to change colour. i guess i must have sound so stupid when i was a proud of myself that i knew how to change colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played rv today. 22-25. we're out but its ok cos we won. well done everyone.:D thanks joanna.mrs kuan said that we would still have to train because there would be a under something competition. that's just a really nice and fanciful name for consolation competition for teams who didn't get into zonals. how nice of them to have a competition like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPA ROACH!! you da man. haha. all the best for tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;good luck sarabe trudy and shumz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just in case i'm not here tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOANNE! :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have made this bigger if i knew how to. good night every one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and after our match with rv and everyone was like playing and ready to go, i turned and saw a few rv people crying. i hope they were crying for us.! haha. as in we've been in this together for quite long already. since sec 2 we've been going to the finals together and played around during that time. and now, we're not even in the top four. i just like to think they were crying for us. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110934495871868090?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110934495871868090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110934495871868090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110934495871868090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110934495871868090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/02/seeing-is-believing-so-you-better.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110933856638568445</id><published>2005-02-25T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T21:33:10.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shu hui! you played really well today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank You, Captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;rachel! all the best for your heats tmr :) don't really think you'll see this in time though. oh.. you know what. something happened.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when i need you, you're almost here, and i know that's not enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;don't really know what's going on anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i don't know what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110933856638568445?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110933856638568445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110933856638568445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110933856638568445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110933856638568445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110921743957061919</id><published>2005-02-24T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T12:56:12.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;had a game against tanglin yesterday. 25-19. we lost. but i guess we played quite a good game. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;yea we did. but what went wrong? this is really no joke anymore. if we dont win rv by eleven on friday we are going to be out. wow. ever heard of mg netball being out in round two? i dont think so. as much as i would like to think that we will win tomorrow's game, it is quite like a fairytale if we really do.&lt;em&gt; why is it that we can run away from almost anything but reality?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got one more game to go to see if we're out or not. it has been a tiring week but hang in&lt;br /&gt;there everyone!:D water parade.&lt;em&gt; some battles have to be battled more than once in order to win it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;we lost to the same group of people three times in sec one. can it be any different now? they say we didnt lose the game. we just ran out of time. now we're given another 40 minutes. can can we finally pull this off and prove that slanted thing up there right? &lt;em&gt;tell me is this just an illusion that i have in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after games have been quite fun because Jamie's mother keeps bringing us food and nice drinks for us to eat and drink. yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;dear seniors: i'm sorry. i know you all really thought that i would lead the team well and all but instead of taking it and making the best out of it, i took it and made a mess out of it. i know some of you are going to say that its not my fault, but you have to know that this year because we share a coach, most of the trainings were on our own. i really didnt know quite what to do. sorryi let you all down. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it really hurts to let go, when you're so close to making it so far.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun fact of the day: things arent always what it seems on the surface. you have to read between the lines to really know what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe if i just go and sleep, i would wake up and realise that this is all just a dream.&lt;/em&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/10934683-110921743957061919?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110921743957061919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110921743957061919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110921743957061919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110921743957061919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/02/had-game-against-tanglin-yesterday_24.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110915385206679644</id><published>2005-02-23T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:30:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;how has your day been? today has probably been the shittiest day. i always say that. but today's different. shit happened that didn't only concern me. ah shit. why today. i don't know. during chem lab, the stuff from my test tube spurted onto myra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sorry myra :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyway. more stuff happened. and my friend told me some stuff that made me really upset. and then it just got worse. don't really feel like saying much. hope you both are ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;gotta run before my mom comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110915385206679644?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110915385206679644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110915385206679644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110915385206679644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110915385206679644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-bros-how-has-your-day-been-today.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110908297225088485</id><published>2005-02-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:13:55.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello! haha. postingpostingposting. im not used to blogger! haha. ANYWAY. haha finally we've got a blog, so now we must all post at least once a week. MINIMUM. the more the merrier. =) actually come to think of it, i dont know what to post about. haha. hmm let me think. HELLO! =D erm erm erm. haha SHIT. tomorrow got PE. must run like hell. grrrr. but i think its kinda fun. its not as bad as last time when we first started. i think im used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think i should go now. haha. im writing rubbish! byebye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110908297225088485?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110908297225088485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110908297225088485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110908297225088485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110908297225088485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>roachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15349379477475766651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110887932918702108</id><published>2005-02-20T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:50:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>debbie just taught me how to change the font colour! haha. &lt;br /&gt;so see right. if one day i'm really angry it be &lt;font color= red&gt;like that.&lt;/font&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;then if one day i'm really jealous it'll be &lt;font color=green&gt;like that&lt;/font&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;and when its coming to christmas time it'll be &lt;font color=green&gt;l&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;i&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;k&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;e&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=green&gt;t&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;h&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;t&lt;/font&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;oh wait but then that will mean that christmas is jealous angry jealous angry when its not right.&lt;br /&gt;then why do people tell us that red is angry and green is jealousy then? weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110887932918702108?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110887932918702108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110887932918702108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110887932918702108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110887932918702108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/02/debbie-just-taught-me-how-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110883132073473400</id><published>2005-02-20T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T00:46:42.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. the thing is nice. haha. thank you joanna.! hello rachel! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110883132073473400?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110883132073473400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110883132073473400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110883132073473400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110883132073473400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>shu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12563724613481807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110882439638187535</id><published>2005-02-19T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T22:46:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;. spent so many hours on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh well. hmm. went to sa funfair today. thank you nana for coming back down. sorry for everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha. anyway. it was pretty hot today. kept sweating. didn't really do much, just ate and sat around. finally went home with my sis. and straight away came back home to do this. haha. been sitting here for about 3 hours.. my poor eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;gosh, i hate my hair. yuck. can't wait for it to grow. please someone give me hair. my mom almost found out today. i was shaking the whole way. couldn't stop shaking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;shave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;haha. i'm feeling damn disgusting. haven't bathed. gonna take a bath then head off to sleep i suppose. :D haha. goodnight bros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/10934683-110882439638187535?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110882439638187535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110882439638187535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110882439638187535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110882439638187535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110881977296999904</id><published>2005-02-19T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:12:56.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WAH FINALLY. i dont get blogger. ahh well. haha anyway. nice stuff! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110881977296999904?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110881977296999904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110881977296999904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110881977296999904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110881977296999904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/02/wah-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>roachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15349379477475766651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10934683.post-110881493518031035</id><published>2005-02-19T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T20:08:55.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello hello. haha. did some shit to this thing. hope it's looking better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934683-110881493518031035?l=bt2b2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/feeds/110881493518031035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934683&amp;postID=110881493518031035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110881493518031035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934683/posts/default/110881493518031035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bt2b2.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640013235267919974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
