<?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-20296221</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:01:41.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>460</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-7083129281264512145</id><published>2007-05-16T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T19:34:36.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time for a change of placeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shotdrapedloose.livejournal.com"&gt;http://shotdrapedloose.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye blogger.&lt;br /&gt;you've been great therefore you'll be kept here, just stagnant. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-7083129281264512145?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/7083129281264512145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=7083129281264512145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7083129281264512145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7083129281264512145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-for-change-of-placeee.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-1524597996679493063</id><published>2007-05-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:47:33.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweet surrender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town with lilia.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish we were not in school uniform, that would mean more trying on of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;we were bored but somehow managed to entertain ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;its funny how we laugh at the ghost stories she told, then somemore laughter when she trips a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear my dad is being so..erh..nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;stop lying to yourself chow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, half our june hols are gone.&lt;br /&gt;first two weeks of hols will be lessons in school instead.&lt;br /&gt;rahh.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, they talk about how o's the last stretch we have to chiong for,&lt;br /&gt;but its so not true.&lt;br /&gt;the moment we finish o's, we get to have a break and then we start studying all over again.&lt;br /&gt;its the worst cycle ever, but thats the only way to survive in singapore, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should become a full time beggar since i've got no brains or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, my mum is being so damn nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ya right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm too tired to make any sense here.&lt;br /&gt;stupid chinese intensive killed the pathetic number of brain cells i have.&lt;br /&gt;go chow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for work.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-1524597996679493063?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/1524597996679493063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=1524597996679493063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/1524597996679493063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/1524597996679493063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweet-surrender-town-with-lilia.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-2745345393491421817</id><published>2007-05-13T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:00:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkcmaBQqjGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/c-1DmQwALwA/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064058534458199138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkcmaBQqjGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/c-1DmQwALwA/s320/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes. happy mamas' day.&lt;br /&gt;know what, my mum bought the cake. -.-&lt;br /&gt;yes, lousy daughter she has.&lt;br /&gt;look below, we sat down at the basketball court and started eating.&lt;br /&gt;4 of us digging in, 4 different ways of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkcmahQqjHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FWmgkx3d9pI/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064058543048133746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkcmahQqjHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FWmgkx3d9pI/s320/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;poor cake looked like shit. i was the fastest to eat, with my fingers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i laughed too much just now. watched my 3 aunties play ball with my mum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats like 4 aunties all together. i think they'll make better rugby players.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkcmbBQqjII/AAAAAAAAAFs/HbNy3lkg36Q/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064058551638068354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkcmbBQqjII/AAAAAAAAAFs/HbNy3lkg36Q/s320/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; alright. say hi to mr doocula. my small lil friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;why dad, you make me feel useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;hokay.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-2745345393491421817?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/2745345393491421817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-3903678406646012253</id><published>2007-05-13T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:44:41.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Something about the way&lt;br /&gt;You look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way&lt;br /&gt;That I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way&lt;br /&gt;Your lips invite&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the way that&lt;br /&gt;I get nervous when you're around&lt;br /&gt;and I want you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;And if you need a reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;It's in the way that you move me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you tease me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you hold me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you know me&lt;br /&gt;When I can't find the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh you feel it in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Something about how&lt;br /&gt;You stay on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way that&lt;br /&gt;I whisper your name when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the look&lt;br /&gt;You get in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's the way that&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel to&lt;br /&gt;See you smile&lt;br /&gt;And the reasons they may change&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm feeling stays the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I can't put my fingers on&lt;br /&gt;Just what it is that&lt;br /&gt;Makes me love you, you baby&lt;br /&gt;So don't ask me to describe&lt;br /&gt;I get all choked up inside&lt;br /&gt;Just thinkin bout the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;It's in the way that you move me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you tease me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you hold me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you know me&lt;br /&gt;When I can't find the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you move me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you tease me&lt;br /&gt;The way&lt;br /&gt;Feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more to say than&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like songs that i will never get sick of even after hearing it one thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is so ridiculous now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe, everything i do is just wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-3903678406646012253?l=myconfession--.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-20296221.post-7377461722966308539</id><published>2007-05-13T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:42:29.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkXtyhQqjEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rGYUuiBHy3I/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063714808225500226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkXtyhQqjEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rGYUuiBHy3I/s320/DSC00736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please don't mind my disgusting face over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just take a look at my dear friend who slim down so much that i almost couldn't recognise her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhow, met up with juniors to ball for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;played with one of our ex ex ex seniors, surprisingly she still remembers me. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left for lunch at subway with sam. the rest pungseh-ed us for macs. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MET JOAN CHEONG, like finally, after more than half a yr of not seeing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss her like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know whats so amazing, we spent the whole day together and talk as if we see each other everyday. no awkwardness or anything. love her to bits please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she used to be my buddy but now she's lost so much weight and become so much prettier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i seriously got freaked out because of how skinny she is now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to tp gym with her and then to town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got so bored we started trying on clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so short beside her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063714816815434834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkXtzBQqjFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_tzVo8G-8PA/s320/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bumped into so many people today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like meet the people session. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lousy deb and stace couldn't make it to meet us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets see..i met tricia and the ex ex ex senior, i just can't remember her name. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then ms lim and ms yap. talked for awhile, quite weird. hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ms dianne koh who shouted my name from nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus some ex ij girls i saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think i saw meryl, but she couldn't recognise me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;got home and next went out like after 15 minutes. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired. visited my grandpa and went to j8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mum bought that fitness boxing shit, so fun. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss some retarded who wants to rob the bank with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still, i think i am the happiest one alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. tired tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-7377461722966308539?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/7377461722966308539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=7377461722966308539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-4400561404504243813</id><published>2007-05-10T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:35:12.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLcURQqi-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/2RhfBJLAqbk/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062851171906653154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLcURQqi-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/2RhfBJLAqbk/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLcUhQqi_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0PvMBFU73A/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062851176201620466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLcUhQqi_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0PvMBFU73A/s320/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbxBQqi8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/unvN-7vjPCk/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbxhQqi9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/yA-oYHGAWwE/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062850574906198994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbxhQqi9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/yA-oYHGAWwE/s320/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbJRQqi2I/AAAAAAAAADc/d2owK78D-Gg/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062849883416464226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbJRQqi2I/AAAAAAAAADc/d2owK78D-Gg/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbJxQqi3I/AAAAAAAAADk/YkXXAXiTI5s/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062849892006398834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbJxQqi3I/AAAAAAAAADk/YkXXAXiTI5s/s320/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbKBQqi4I/AAAAAAAAADs/OBoF1x_lIIA/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062849896301366146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbKBQqi4I/AAAAAAAAADs/OBoF1x_lIIA/s320/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbKRQqi5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Zheaj0PF2ug/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062849900596333458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbKRQqi5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Zheaj0PF2ug/s320/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbKhQqi6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/MGausVLfG3k/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062849904891300770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLbKhQqi6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/MGausVLfG3k/s320/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the fun, retardedness, joy, peace and laughter for the past few weeks, or perhaps, months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cutest birthday cakes and craziest friends..(i love the hangman shit. hangman became flowers and cloud. lilia!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think the only thing i'm missing now is time with the lovely basketballers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if anyone notice it, i don't even have pictures of the basketballers here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think bonding time is needed please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm missing all the ij basketballers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-4400561404504243813?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/4400561404504243813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=4400561404504243813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/4400561404504243813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/4400561404504243813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-fun-retardedness-joy-peace-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RkLcURQqi-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/2RhfBJLAqbk/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-7775671359019006851</id><published>2007-05-10T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:34:19.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ridin in the drop top with the top down&lt;br /&gt;Saw you switchin lanes (girl)&lt;br /&gt;Pull up to the red light lookin right&lt;br /&gt;Come on let me get your name (girl)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where your from, what you do, what you like&lt;br /&gt;Let me pick your brain (girl)&lt;br /&gt;And tell me how they that got that pretty little face&lt;br /&gt;On that pretty little frame (girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But let me show you round, let me take you out&lt;br /&gt;Betcha we can have some fun (girl)&lt;br /&gt;Cause we can it do fast fast slow&lt;br /&gt;Which ever way you wanna run (girl)&lt;br /&gt;But let me buy you drinks better yet rings&lt;br /&gt;Do it how you want it done (girl)&lt;br /&gt;And who woulda thought that you could be the one cause I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can't wait to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;You can't wait to fall in love with me&lt;br /&gt;This just can't be summer love you'll see&lt;br /&gt;This just can't be summer love (L-O-V-E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Come on and let me show you round, let me take you out&lt;br /&gt;Betcha we can have some fun (girl)&lt;br /&gt;Cause you could dress it up, you could dress it down&lt;br /&gt;Any way you want it done (girl)&lt;br /&gt;Or we can stay home talkin on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Rappin till we see the sun (girl)&lt;br /&gt;Do what I gotta do, just gotta show you&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the one (girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well I'ma freak ya right each and every night&lt;br /&gt;I know how to do it insane (girl)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can make ya hot make ya stop&lt;br /&gt;Make ya wanna say my name (girl)&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby please cause I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you off my brain (girl)&lt;br /&gt;But who woulda thought that you could be the one cause I..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Summer's over for the both of us (summer's over)&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean we should give up on us (don't give up)&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I've been thinkin' of (you're the one)&lt;br /&gt;And I knew the day I met you you'd be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let me set the mood right&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm gonna make you feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Let me set the mood right&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm gonna make you feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I gotta set the mood right&lt;br /&gt;Let me make you feel alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna set the mood alright&lt;br /&gt;I promise baby, feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just let me set the mood right&lt;br /&gt;Let me make you feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm gonna set the mood right&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll say my name time tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I see the mood right&lt;br /&gt;Promise girl you'll feel alright&lt;br /&gt;If you let me set the mood right&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you feel so good tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer love/set the mood&lt;br /&gt;hot song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;i'm a letdown of all times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;don't place your hopes too high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;i ought to be shot dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-7775671359019006851?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/7775671359019006851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=7775671359019006851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7775671359019006851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7775671359019006851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/05/ridin-in-drop-top-with-top-down-saw-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-3561456693784492458</id><published>2007-05-09T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:16:02.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you're near I feel like I’m in heaven, feeling high&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you to know girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you're near I feel like I’m in heaven, feeling high&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you you to know girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to run away, I want to stay forever, thru Time and Time..&lt;br /&gt;No promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna run away, I don’t wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;No Promises&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, now and forever my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No promises&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i still need to wake up tml and crap my way through 2hrs of f&amp;n,&lt;br /&gt;even after passing up the letter to drop the subject.&lt;br /&gt;its okay, i'll most probably sleep through atleast an hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made my way to nyp to play ball with guan and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;felt weird being there at first.&lt;br /&gt;it was raining and thank god it stopped.&lt;br /&gt;balled in the weird weather and i think am having flu now.&lt;br /&gt;its been long since i last played ball, totally lost touch with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and first thing was to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;was so damn tired i couldnt be bothered to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;got some moron to wake me up and i still feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;great, i feel like sleeping now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough.&lt;br /&gt;i should make my brother study.&lt;br /&gt;if i can get him off the tv i'll get 20bucks.&lt;br /&gt;great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to do business. 20buckksssss.&lt;br /&gt;i need to rob a bank soon btw.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;hopefully my mum's not a liar. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;what's your fantasy?&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/20296221-3561456693784492458?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/3561456693784492458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=3561456693784492458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/3561456693784492458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/3561456693784492458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-baby-when-we-are-together-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-437190659940816015</id><published>2007-05-08T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:13:58.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like slow spinning redemption.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiderman broke box office record.&lt;br /&gt;its already the 8th and i haven't watch it yet.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, studying makes me lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i can just study the whole day and do nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;therefore you can see the perfect outcome of my room.&lt;br /&gt;its worse than messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stace suggested tanning.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i need to tan myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like..white. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;i need some outdoor activity before i die of obesity.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i can hear my physics book calling.&lt;br /&gt;byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have to admit, i am nowhere near invincible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i think i can strum till these strings hang loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&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/20296221-437190659940816015?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/437190659940816015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=437190659940816015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/437190659940816015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/437190659940816015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/05/like-slow-spinning-redemption.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-2823884579156123002</id><published>2007-05-08T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:51:45.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Well, when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Don't ever think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;I'll make you try to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;And maybe when you get back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;I'll be off to find another way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;And after all this time that you still owe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;So take your gloves and get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Better get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;While you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;When you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;"I don't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Like I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Yesterday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;So sick and tired of all the needless beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;But baby when they knock you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Down and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;It's where you oughta stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;And after all the blood that you still owe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Another dollar's just another blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;So fix your eyes and get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Better get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;While you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;When you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;"I don't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Like I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Yesterday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Well come on, come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;When you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Would you have the guts to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;"I don't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Like I loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Yesterday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;I don't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Like I loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love this song. any kind soul would like to send me that song?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear people like lilia makes me feel stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i am a loser. ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't wait to take physics paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i'll know how screwed my science result is gonna be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, i will then know how screwed my whole mid year is gonna be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. moving on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061862122542762834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rj9YyBQqi1I/AAAAAAAAADU/XPpn_oJsFX0/s320/hebe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i still think she is damn cute. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;enough. time to play games. nights!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-2823884579156123002?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/2823884579156123002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=2823884579156123002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2823884579156123002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2823884579156123002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-when-you-go-dont-ever-think-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rj9YyBQqi1I/AAAAAAAAADU/XPpn_oJsFX0/s72-c/hebe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-3057689382112488653</id><published>2007-05-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:35:22.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;in places no one will find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Mi amor I'm not sure of the right words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Maybe these simple words will do best to best explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;What I feel in my heart, what I feel more each day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;How to make you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;How to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;How to see how to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;How I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;With words you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Words that get right through to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Here's a place to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Means the world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Estarás siempre en mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;You're the one in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;And I live for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Tu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Mi amor, love you more with each look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Maybe these simple words will do best to best describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;What I feel in my heart, what I'll feel for all time oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;How to make you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;How to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;How to see how to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;How I need you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;With words you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Words that get right through to your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Words that let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Tu amor (tu amor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Tu amor (tu amor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Means the world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Estarás siempre en mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;You're the one in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;And I live for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Tu amor (tu amor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;You're the one I need in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Believe me these words I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Are words that come straight from my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;How do I make you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Nothing else means as much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;As what you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Tu eres la unica en mi alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Yo te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Te adoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Tus labios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got pissed waiting for stace to get ready to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;i get piss really easy lately. god knows why.&lt;br /&gt;she was late and yanpeng came to rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;i saw mrs tan at fareast. i literally ran away upon seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;she's like the last few people i expect to see there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, now i know why yp is broke all the time.&lt;br /&gt;she spends money as if they drop from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;the way she drags me into every shop and say everything is nice and expects me to get them..&lt;br /&gt;i got so worried for my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i spent money in the weirdest way today.&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy didn't work, strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with rach, jo, guan, grace with stace&lt;br /&gt;was in town but went to amk and happily dragged them along with me&lt;br /&gt;walked around and all.&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Do I really want this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes I scare myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I just can't let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Can you believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Everything happens for reasons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I just don't know&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/20296221-3057689382112488653?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/3057689382112488653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=3057689382112488653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/3057689382112488653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/3057689382112488653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/05/hide-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-5755501712753532439</id><published>2007-05-04T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:56:06.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take what's left of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;i know i suck, especially when my mum asked me to help her do housework but i kind of ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;but it sucks even more when i just don't want to face anyone,&lt;br /&gt;so the best was to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm home alone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to say i'm any bit normal but i think the human head and heart has such queer reactions and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like staying away from everyone and be in a world of my own,&lt;br /&gt;since i suppose that is the safest place.&lt;br /&gt;i've always been scared of people.&lt;br /&gt;its as if i feel that they want something out of me,&lt;br /&gt;expecting something from me,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what but perhaps its just being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;but i hate facing people and their childish games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sound like some i-think-the-world-suck-and-i-think-i-am-the-coolest asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;don't expect anything from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;cause you'll realise there's nothing in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-5755501712753532439?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/5755501712753532439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=5755501712753532439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/5755501712753532439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/5755501712753532439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/05/take-whats-left-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-6851013996628952812</id><published>2007-05-03T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:58:24.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone else but me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I said lets talk about it as she walked out on me and slammed the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;But I just laugh about it 'cause she's always playin' those games...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Deep down I know she loves me, but she got a funny way of showin' me how she cares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Last night she did a doughnut on my lawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;and drove off with one finger in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Sometimes it's black, sometimes it's white, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Sometimes she's wrong, sometimes I'm right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Sometimes we talk about it and we figure it out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;but then she'll just change her mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Sometimes she's hot, sometimes I'm cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Sometimes my head wants to explode, but when I think about it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm so in love with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Every other time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;every other time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Sometimes we sit around just the two of us on a park bench &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Sometimes we swim around like two dolphins in the ocean of our hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;But then I think about the time when we broke up before the prom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;and you told everyone that I was gay...ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Sometimes I walk around the town for hours just to settle down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;but I take you back and you kick me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;'Cause that's the way uh-huh uh-huh I like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Keep it up homegirl don't you quit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;You know the way you scream is the ultimate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;And when I walk away just watch the clock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I bet I don't even get around the block &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I said let's talk about it as she walked out on me and slammed the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;One day we'll laugh about it, 'cause we're always playin' those games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuyding has become the biggest part of my life already.&lt;br /&gt;its sad, its only the mid years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to lie on my bed and do nothing,&lt;br /&gt;together with blasting music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't know how.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate playing games with myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-6851013996628952812?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/6851013996628952812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=6851013996628952812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/6851013996628952812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/6851013996628952812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/05/everyone-else-but-me-i-said-lets-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-7417638925193471219</id><published>2007-05-02T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:59:02.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We watch the season pull up its own stakes,&lt;br /&gt;And catch the last weekend of the last week,&lt;br /&gt;Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced.&lt;br /&gt;Another sun soaked season fades away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitation only grand farewells.&lt;br /&gt;Crash the best one, of the best ones.&lt;br /&gt;Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the bar room floor we are a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;One good stretch before our hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams assured and we all will sleep well, sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well, sleep well, sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen,&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen,&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you spin around in your highest heels.&lt;br /&gt;You are the best one, of the best ones.&lt;br /&gt;We all look like we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my,&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my,&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna sound a bit psycho now.&lt;br /&gt;must be the migraine that comes on and off which scares me quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, just when everyone's studying for paper tml,&lt;br /&gt;i was happily at tampines with a moron, just because of a dare.&lt;br /&gt;the whole trip was just..&lt;strong&gt;retarded&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel psychotic now.&lt;br /&gt;its like when i shut my eyes, i can feel everything disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everything is so &lt;strike&gt;not&lt;/strike&gt; real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think way too much.&lt;br /&gt;just looking at that one thing, i can think of every single thing that can happen if i do this or do that.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i know i will get nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;but it is so not within me to decide how this whole storyline goes.&lt;br /&gt;see, i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its things like this that repeats and repeats that gets me really worn out,&lt;br /&gt;but i can never stop it from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt;i can never find something that is fair in this world.&lt;br /&gt;alright, maybe God is just being unfair to me, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, its always either this or that and i so hate deciding,&lt;br /&gt;and i can never leave things alone. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i wish i can type word for word, everything i feel inside right now,&lt;br /&gt;but i can't, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;i think my whirlpool state of mind is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for some studying, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;watch my first pretence.&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/20296221-7417638925193471219?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/7417638925193471219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=7417638925193471219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7417638925193471219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7417638925193471219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-watch-season-pull-up-its-own-stakes.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-3712651389282703009</id><published>2007-05-01T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:01:48.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;You're a falling star&lt;br /&gt;You're the getaway car&lt;br /&gt;You're the line in the sand&lt;br /&gt;When I go to far&lt;br /&gt;You're the swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;On an august day&lt;br /&gt;And you're the perfect thing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;And you play it coy but it's kinda cute&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you smile at me you know exactly what you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;And in this crazy life&lt;br /&gt;And through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;You make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line&lt;br /&gt;You're every word&lt;br /&gt;You're everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;You're a carousel&lt;br /&gt;You're a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;And you light me up&lt;br /&gt;When you ring my bell&lt;br /&gt;You're a mystery&lt;br /&gt;You're from outer space&lt;br /&gt;You're every minute of my every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;And I can't believe that I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;We'll see it through&lt;br /&gt;And you know that's what our love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;And in this crazy life&lt;br /&gt;And through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;You make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line&lt;br /&gt;You're every word&lt;br /&gt;You're everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;You're every song&lt;br /&gt;And I sing along&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're my everything&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think michael buble looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;a small break before i head on to spend time with my bio book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i've realised how it is such a bliss to be lying on my bed and doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i study, i see my bed next to me and its becoming a big distraction.&lt;br /&gt;i hate cooping myself up in a room just to face those horrible books that doesnt make me any smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i was just reading stace's blog and its making my hair stand.&lt;br /&gt;hello, i so wonder when i can ever post something &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like hers. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like playing ball nooww.&lt;br /&gt;think i lost touch with it already.&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since we had training and i'm already growing fatter by the day.&lt;br /&gt;i miss jiaolian. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough. i think i should go back to my &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; bio books.&lt;br /&gt;byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-3712651389282703009?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/3712651389282703009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=3712651389282703009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/3712651389282703009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/3712651389282703009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/05/youre-falling-star-youre-getaway-car.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-2449633037470717236</id><published>2007-04-30T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:33:40.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rawrrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;can't you tell, i'm so missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i am going crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-2449633037470717236?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/2449633037470717236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=2449633037470717236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2449633037470717236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2449633037470717236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/rawrrs.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-2784163291410387535</id><published>2007-04-30T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:21:38.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way that i want you tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm panadol dependant now.&lt;br /&gt;never knew migraine was such a torture.&lt;br /&gt;god knows what i was doing in school anyway after vomiting like 4 times in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i will die if it goes on till wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;the ss and bio paper day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so weak please.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to even walk from my room to the toilet. hah.&lt;br /&gt;if only i can have the wheelchair just for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to watch spiderman3.&lt;br /&gt;the black spiderman looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;4th of may!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i seriously need to get back to SS (sanity killer)&lt;br /&gt;bio makes so much more sense than SS in any other way.&lt;br /&gt;funny how they want us to know how they prevented the rapidly growing population in the 1960s and then suddenly they want us to know how they had to stop the ageing population and encouraged people to give birth.&lt;br /&gt;why we even need to know?&lt;br /&gt;god, this whole subject is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-2784163291410387535?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/2784163291410387535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=2784163291410387535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2784163291410387535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2784163291410387535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/way-that-i-want-you-tonight-im-panadol.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-5987855714006655474</id><published>2007-04-29T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:04:34.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can be your favourite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been two weeks of not seeing those bunch of kids at bishan.&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing them already, especially boyfriend daniel and boyfriend javen.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i don't need to wake up early on saturday mornings anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i seriously wonder if i am just getting old or i may have a tumor somewhere in my body.&lt;br /&gt;a slight cough, sneeze or even laughing causes a weird pain in my back.&lt;br /&gt;its not even any bit close to my chest.&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me what it is cause i can't exactly laugh and cough properly now.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, i am beginning to think studying makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;well, besides doing f&amp;n and trying to do maths cause they drive the sanity out of me.&lt;br /&gt;i have no hope of passing maths at all. this is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met chloe and bonnie at j8's mos while i was wondering around, waiting for alicia.&lt;br /&gt;they're two mad people i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;laughing at god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like eating doughnuts now.&lt;br /&gt;get me one somebody. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i remember having something else to blog but thanks to stacey pestana, i lost my train of thoughts and ended up laughing at &lt;strong&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking tired and lazy now.&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-5987855714006655474?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/5987855714006655474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=5987855714006655474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/5987855714006655474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/5987855714006655474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-can-be-your-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-3366177853038697374</id><published>2007-04-26T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:42:18.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i stay wrecked and jealous for this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally drained.&lt;br /&gt;got home at 8 from tuition.&lt;br /&gt;and i figured i've been gorging myself with food for the past three weeks,&lt;br /&gt;no thanks to all the stress and whatever thats there and staying put.&lt;br /&gt;maybe a few months down the road no one will be able to recognize me already.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;note to self: you have to finish your f&amp;n by today.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, mike had a staring fight with this guy when we were at kfc.&lt;br /&gt;weird cause the two guys next to us couldnt stop staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;and we figured they might be gay.&lt;br /&gt;i think if we were not in school uniform, mike would have punched him cause the way he stared was just so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;screw me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bangs head on the wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-3366177853038697374?l=myconfession--.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-20296221.post-2103747939176150465</id><published>2007-04-25T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:36:26.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i was invincible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could, i would drop you down from ten billion feet up in the sky and rip you apart.&lt;br /&gt;you freak me out with your childishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets move oooonnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning sucked, all the way till now.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should learn how to self entertain so i'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;first period was accounts and then double physics.&lt;br /&gt;it was such a killer,&lt;br /&gt;both lilia and i almost died trying to keep ourselves awake.&lt;br /&gt;and mr chan makes me laugh like shit.&lt;br /&gt;balled during recess and after school with two mad idiots.&lt;br /&gt;even mrs siau could hear them shouting and screaming for the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied for two hours in the com lab with lilia and mike who left early.&lt;br /&gt;i swear lilia was mad. she turned on the radio and started dancing.&lt;br /&gt;i am so gonna show the world her videos. hilarious the way she shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around and ate at yakun.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i still have the time to walk around when i leave half my homeworks undone.&lt;br /&gt;blah. i'm gonna try to do something more productive now.&lt;br /&gt;zai jian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-2103747939176150465?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/2103747939176150465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=2103747939176150465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2103747939176150465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2103747939176150465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-i-was-invincible-if-i-could-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-2982538114941287173</id><published>2007-04-24T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:44:01.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear the worst thing to do is to try figure things out in your head and end up nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst feeling is when you're so fucking tired but you can't sleep.&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;i'm the happiest kid, still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-2982538114941287173?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/2982538114941287173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=2982538114941287173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2982538114941287173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2982538114941287173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-swear-worst-thing-to-do-is-to-try.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-4707689626678213663</id><published>2007-04-24T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:57:49.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERSY THE MORON! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i love your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even in the mood to bother bout what all this is.&lt;br /&gt;but i hate people who stare and talk just right behind me.&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is, i don't even know you, well, beside names.&lt;br /&gt;its so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, it doesnt matter anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;cause yes, its wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;everything was wrong from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm not gonna say a word.&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/20296221-4707689626678213663?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/4707689626678213663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=4707689626678213663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/4707689626678213663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/4707689626678213663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-chersy-moron-i-swear-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-7085356417505948943</id><published>2007-04-23T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:20:38.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so traumatized today.&lt;br /&gt;balled with the two SamS. haha.&lt;br /&gt;played abc, somehow it ended up with if i win tai will kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;i swear thats the sickest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;obviously i won (=D hahahhaa), and she really tried to kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;i was literally rolling on the floor trying to get away from her.&lt;br /&gt;imagine the teachers saw us from the staffroom, shits please.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so traumatized. i have the sickest juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left school and went around to look for some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i ended up being a retarded person walking around.&lt;br /&gt;ask me and i'll tell you, even small little boys make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;and and! stacey pestana! she is another big huge idiot, she and her laughter + dropping of things as usual..&lt;br /&gt;malu malu.&lt;br /&gt;i had to cab home cause i can't imagine walking around looking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. mrs tan still doesnt allow my to drop f&amp;n when i am already way behind time+beyond hope cause i doubt i can pass up on time.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, i had four days of break from f&amp;n because i thought she allowed my to drop it.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, the thought of not having f&amp;amp;n to bother is such a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to hell. f&amp;n, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;freak, the retardedness is still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;cause maybe, just maybe, i shouldn't be here always.&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/20296221-7085356417505948943?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/7085356417505948943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=7085356417505948943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7085356417505948943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7085356417505948943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-feel-so-traumatized-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-1936325153960425546</id><published>2007-04-22T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T15:34:43.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Don't, you don't have to save my life&lt;br /&gt;No, you're not ready I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;Outside its raining but I'll just go home&lt;br /&gt;Someday your heart will just let him go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;As soon as you get that feeling&lt;br /&gt;You can start to live again&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the worst is over&lt;br /&gt;You can make it all make sense&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can't give you want you need&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you get that feeling...&lt;br /&gt;Run to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Hush, you don't have to say a word&lt;br /&gt;Trust, I'm not going to hate you for it&lt;br /&gt;Feels like my touch only brings back the pain&lt;br /&gt;Someday those memories will fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;How can I be brave enough to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And die inside, without you oh oooo&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see it's hard enough to walk away&lt;br /&gt;To look at me and make me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've been through this to make me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;As soon as you get that feeling...&lt;br /&gt;Run to me&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/20296221-1936325153960425546?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/1936325153960425546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=1936325153960425546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/1936325153960425546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/1936325153960425546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-you-dont-have-to-save-my-life-no.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-4207172234019128326</id><published>2007-04-22T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:48:02.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly, i would like to thank everyone for their sweet birthday messages and hugs too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i have very bad memory, thus i can't name everyone out. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway! i have to thank the juniors for the really erm, fattening box of present, all the chocolates and sweets inside, which i received early in the morning. and also the cards and all. =)&lt;br /&gt;shits i really can't remember what happened. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with mike, lilia, mel and emillynn. thanks for the great surprise. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;my favourite oreocheesecake with funny waitresses and waiters singing me a birthday song. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next,  big thank you to chersythemoron, michellethemonster, shermainethedumbo, karenthecarrot and jeanettethelizard for the presents and retarded company yesterday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i was quite upset when i thought i won't get to see the basketballers.&lt;br /&gt;but some moron lured me out and i saw stace, deb, carin, lynnette, celine, anna, dawn and guan with a cake and presents for me. (and i thank mary for making her way down even though i didnt get to see her!)&lt;br /&gt;i swear i hate them for doing that cause it makes me wanna cry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i love them oh-so-much.&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys for making your way down. =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have phobia of people singing birthday song for me, really. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on! chomp chomp with stace, rach, deb, guan and liz!&lt;br /&gt;twin couldnt make it but i saw her post on the bball blog. thanks twin. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i havent seen liz for god knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;chocolate fondue after that and by then my stomach was so bloated i couldnt walk. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am the happiest person on earth because i have the greatest bunch of loveliest friends.&lt;br /&gt;i'm already missing most of them now, AND I MISS MS JOAN CHEONG ALOT. where the hell are you? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i got locked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;long story but yes. i had to sleep at the stairs outside my house till 6 plus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i almost died of backache. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm feeling sleepy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i shall end off here. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm too afraid to move.&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/20296221-4207172234019128326?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/4207172234019128326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=4207172234019128326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/4207172234019128326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/4207172234019128326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/firstly-i-would-like-to-thank-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-7988044820888797460</id><published>2007-04-19T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:09:35.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear i didnt tag anything on my own tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;stupid MELISSA MIKE AND LILIA AMIRA.&lt;br /&gt;i know both of you are dying to have your names up here,&lt;br /&gt;but dont need to do such things, next time tell me can alredi.&lt;br /&gt;hurrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite sleeping early, i felt sleepy during english paper.&lt;br /&gt;especially for summary where everyone had more than a hundred words while i only had 65.&lt;br /&gt;comfirm fail already.&lt;br /&gt;its chinese tomorrow and i should just shoot myself if i am gonna screw anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored, which i think i shouldnt be.&lt;br /&gt;but i studied today so its alright i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for lesson with gay chan, he's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i am so bored i can sit and stone and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;okay, time for dinner then!&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Share with me the blankets that you're wrapped in&lt;br /&gt;Because it's cold outside cold outside it's cold out side&lt;br /&gt;Share with me the secrets that you kept in&lt;br /&gt;Because it's cold inside cold inside it's cold inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;And your slowly shaking finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Show that your scared like me so&lt;br /&gt;Lets pretend were alone&lt;br /&gt;And I know you may be scared&lt;br /&gt;And I know we're unprepared&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think that you are invincible&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t tell me that I am the only one that’s vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Impossible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that a song already&lt;br /&gt;I get a B in originality&lt;br /&gt;And it's true I cant go on without you&lt;br /&gt;Your smile makes me see clear&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see in the mirror what I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Slow down girl you're not going any wear&lt;br /&gt;Just wait around and see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm much more you never no what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;I promise I can be anyone I can be anything&lt;br /&gt;Just because you were hurt doesn’t mean you shouldn’t bleed&lt;br /&gt;I can be anyone, anything, I promise I can be what you need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think that you are invincible&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t tell me that I am the only one that’s vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&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/20296221-7988044820888797460?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/7988044820888797460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=7988044820888797460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7988044820888797460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7988044820888797460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-swear-i-didnt-tag-anything-on-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-8591241012444160229</id><published>2007-04-18T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:09:55.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've figured that its no longer a matter of trust and honesty.&lt;br /&gt;the best thing that keeps one surviving is how you lie your way through.&lt;br /&gt;dig out the best lies and make up the best drama and you'll be on the winning streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no wonder i've been dying and losing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the stress is causing me to be gorging food down my throat every now and then,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how poor i may be.&lt;br /&gt;there goes my diet plan, which actually died off a long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on the losing end, because everyone around me eat and eat but they never grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;its okay, i'll still be human if i am fat. so who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah. back to f&amp;amp;n.&lt;br /&gt;i rather stone and die than do that. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-8591241012444160229?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/8591241012444160229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=8591241012444160229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/8591241012444160229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/8591241012444160229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-figured-that-its-no-longer-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-1179558020833093705</id><published>2007-04-17T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:36:11.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's the best tuesday ever.&lt;br /&gt;was dreading pe because i was suppose to run 2.4.&lt;br /&gt;not just that, i was dying no thanks to my &lt;em&gt;flu+coughing nonstop+sorethroat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thank god she didnt come for god knows what reason and make my pe more exciting playing basketball with those idiots.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY MELISSAMIKE, who strangles people more than getting the ball.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to scream at her but no sound came out, stupid throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess. lilia saved me with a drink.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a poor but happy kid for the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept through cme (yes, tjl for 2 periods) cause she didnt come in.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt exactly had chinese lesson too (2 periods after cme).&lt;br /&gt;that meant 4 periods of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i slept so much i thought i was sleeping at home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried studying but failed.&lt;br /&gt;jacyip interupted me from studying my bio - sexual reproduction in human, which i don't remember anything at all and i think its gonna come out for mid years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben and jerry's after.&lt;br /&gt;people get free cone, we&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cones instead cause we were impatient,&lt;br /&gt;no, mike and jill were the impatient ones while jo and i are the poor kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;i think tomorrow will be a fatter face day.&lt;br /&gt;with all the food i've been eating, i think my face will be fatter than a basketball soon.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so laughing at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;feel so dumb today. thought i lost my thumbdrive but found it on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept tripping over people today.&lt;br /&gt;people like mike who just loves to trip me.&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go off, let me make a wish..&lt;br /&gt;I SO WISH THAT MY SEXY VOICE WILL GO AWAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-1179558020833093705?l=myconfession--.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-20296221.post-8523841511233103366</id><published>2007-04-16T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:22:21.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;devils are so that there are angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. dearest guitar looks brand new after some changing of strings and cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do any of those. (duh. but i feel stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling crappy, in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;like if you shoot me with something, i'll drop you a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;not emo, just cranky and crappy and overly stressed.&lt;br /&gt;my braincells are close to none to even think of proper words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;i've got the urge to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drag someone on the floor, tie her up on the wall, whip her up and slash her with a knife, burn her into ashes so she'll disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, no one in particular. but i'm just feeling violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i just wasted 15 minutes trying to blog rubbish when my f&amp;n is undone.&lt;br /&gt;when i was happily on the verge of telling mrs tan i was gonna drop f&amp;amp;n, she became a dinosaur and i got scared.&lt;br /&gt;not funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;f&amp;n kills braincells + happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;but no,&lt;br /&gt;back to killing braincells and depriving me of my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-8523841511233103366?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/8523841511233103366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=8523841511233103366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/8523841511233103366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/8523841511233103366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/devils-are-so-that-there-are-angels.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-3649211585199183359</id><published>2007-04-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:03:15.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for some reason, i want to lie on my bed and stay there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its school tomorrow, once again.&lt;br /&gt;i spend more time trying to keep myself awake than studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-3649211585199183359?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/3649211585199183359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=3649211585199183359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/3649211585199183359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/3649211585199183359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-some-reason-i-want-to-lie-on-my-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-1550980245872079459</id><published>2007-04-15T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:50:21.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;i'll send you a letter with blood from my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;i hate indecisive,&lt;br /&gt;with a little bit of stubborness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-1550980245872079459?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/1550980245872079459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=1550980245872079459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/1550980245872079459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/1550980245872079459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-send-you-letter-with-my-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-2252751188886463460</id><published>2007-04-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:05:03.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i want to see Mr Everything-Is-Fine.&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;even my throat is against me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i know, my voice is sexy now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but my throat hurts.&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;i'm holding on to what &lt;em&gt;i think&lt;/em&gt; is safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no wonder i'm getting nowhere.&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i know you're glad.&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/20296221-2252751188886463460?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/2252751188886463460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=2252751188886463460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2252751188886463460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2252751188886463460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-to-see-mr-everything-is-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-7282940859142942638</id><published>2007-04-14T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:01:36.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel so defeated all of a sudden.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks alot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-7282940859142942638?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/7282940859142942638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=7282940859142942638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7282940859142942638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7282940859142942638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-feel-so-defeated-all-of-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-851934879379901678</id><published>2007-04-14T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:51:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ij fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;basketballers did haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;i've got apologies to make.&lt;br /&gt;firstly i think i wasnt any bit scary.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so disgusted by myself because of the fake fangs i had, i drooled on people.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. it was funny seeing their reactions though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people running and banging into tables because they were scared.&lt;br /&gt;hugging me when they realise they know who i am. -.-&lt;br /&gt;ended up talking to people like mike and mich! haha.&lt;br /&gt;got so pekcek cause they didnt want to crawl under the table.&lt;br /&gt;GOT HIT RIGHT SMACK ON MY WHATEVER. HUR.&lt;br /&gt;this few mad girls just ran and when i scared them they whacked me, damn hard please.&lt;br /&gt;violent ij girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so most of us spent the whole ij fiesta time in the ava.&lt;br /&gt;kinda regret not getting out to look around,&lt;br /&gt;but not as if i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;shit, i hate it when this happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;if its so easy, i'll let you try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and if i'm still in this thoughts, i ought to die.&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/20296221-851934879379901678?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-757291756100382242</id><published>2007-04-11T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:01:57.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;oh no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i'll rest in &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;piece&lt;/u&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/20296221-757291756100382242?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/757291756100382242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep me sober.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep so easily, especially during bio.&lt;br /&gt;i can sleep even when i sit up straight. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, afternoon was alright.&lt;br /&gt;mahjong with the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;this time i was more of a "security guard".&lt;br /&gt;watching them play and making sure they don't argue or whatsoever..&lt;br /&gt;was observing others too.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad luh. this old man is quite unwanted in his family.&lt;br /&gt;watching them behave and all reminds me of how it seems like we're taking care of children.&lt;br /&gt;some sits there and isolate themselves, one even carried a fake baby doll around and not knowing its a fake doll. throwing tantrum when people talk to them and touch them, some don't even want to look at you. =/&lt;br /&gt;i just don't understand how some people think that their own parents are burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, cip. meet the mp session.&lt;br /&gt;more like meet the people session because i didnt even get to see the mp.&lt;br /&gt;all we had to do was to stand next to those people writing petitions and observe. -.-&lt;br /&gt;even laoshi was falling asleep while waiting for us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but yea. i was SERIOUSLY listening to the people when they were talking about their problems.&lt;br /&gt;i shan't say it out but i learnt quite abit from it.&lt;br /&gt;makes me realise how we all take things for granted in every aspects of our life.&lt;br /&gt;and how everyone's ego-ness in them takes charge and spoils everything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not speaking for everyone but myself here.&lt;br /&gt;the sudden thought just came, that its funny how i can go to homes and all to help out.&lt;br /&gt;but i've never really did much for the family.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly think about my grandfather till we visit him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm such an ungrateful brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a lousy confession.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a long list of sins to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-4706230318572831157?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/4706230318572831157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=4706230318572831157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/4706230318572831157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/4706230318572831157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/keep-me-sober.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-282693215457670490</id><published>2007-04-09T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:06:50.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have the sudden urge to listen to backstreet boys. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought having lilia as my sitting partner was crazy enough..&lt;br /&gt;till dearest mike comes along and sit beside lilia.&lt;br /&gt;i think i am now labelled as mad thanks to them.&lt;br /&gt;i've done like one of the craziest things today.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english oral makes me feel like a fool who have speech problems.&lt;br /&gt;fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room is in a huge mess.&lt;br /&gt;so dusty i'm itching more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 4 periods with dearest tjl again tml.&lt;br /&gt;i think i say that every week.&lt;br /&gt;blah. who cares, she makes me hate tuesdays even more.&lt;br /&gt;OH. going to the home opposite our school again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;yay. and night time is the meet the mp session thing for cip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm suppose to be with my darling f&amp;amp;n now.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-282693215457670490?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/282693215457670490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=282693215457670490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/282693215457670490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/282693215457670490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-sudden-urge-to-listen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-6768201186986317633</id><published>2007-04-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:40:10.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the first time i am lazy to blog about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;read guan's and rachel's blog for more information.&lt;br /&gt;and i was happy being late, for the first time too.&lt;br /&gt;*stares at rachel*&lt;br /&gt;i thought bout this incident all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;conversation with rachel and joanna at starbucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;rach :"chow your hair very long.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;me :"ya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;rach :"why you never get caught, the guys in my school the hair all cannot touch the collar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;me :"huh. but i'm in a girls school!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;rach :"oh ya i forgot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was funny for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;strangle her please.&lt;br /&gt;I officially dislike reading her blog.&lt;br /&gt;makes my hair stand with all the lovey doveys.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm jealous. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and its even sadder when i think of me and rach going to daiso,&lt;br /&gt;both trying to get something,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm like..the sadder case.&lt;br /&gt;hur! get what i mean!?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;and btw, shopping anywhere is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;and and, i hate having cameras when i'm with those idiots,&lt;br /&gt;cause we always embarrass ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm beginning to miss basketballers already.&lt;br /&gt;man, i don't even wanna put the word EX basketballers.&lt;br /&gt;i kept arguing with stace today. so weird. HER FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i think we're all gonna see each other so much lesser. =/&lt;br /&gt;but it was great seeing them today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;note to self: its time to leave this dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i knew i was a &lt;strike&gt;goddamnfucking&lt;/strike&gt; wishful thinker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i need to snap out of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i might end up asking for too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;sometimes the thought of it kills every bit of nothing i have left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;and if this goes on, i'll end up killing myself.&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;and my fucking thumbdrive screw my life up the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;(^%(&amp;amp;%#%)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-6768201186986317633?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-246707154974138146</id><published>2007-04-08T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:47:02.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RhfYz96bAdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TVsVPfmANoQ/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050743894423830994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RhfYz96bAdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TVsVPfmANoQ/s320/111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RhfY0N6bAeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/y41719imh6o/s1600-h/126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050743898718798306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RhfY0N6bAeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/y41719imh6o/s320/126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RhfY0N6bAfI/AAAAAAAAADE/INDY08KUcj0/s1600-h/125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050743898718798322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RhfY0N6bAfI/AAAAAAAAADE/INDY08KUcj0/s320/125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I'll wait till you listen&lt;br /&gt;I won't say a word&lt;br /&gt;to follow your instincts&lt;br /&gt;just never worked for me&lt;br /&gt;your silent but strong, (yeah, I'm playing that card)&lt;br /&gt;and your noticing nothing again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I'm lying on the table&lt;br /&gt;with everything you said&lt;br /&gt;keep that in mind the way that it felt&lt;br /&gt;when the most I could do was to just blame myself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(yeah, I'm playing that card)&lt;br /&gt;when the most I could do was to just blame myself&lt;br /&gt;and I know, you know, everything&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't mean it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know, you know, everything (drop everything)&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't mean it (start it all over)&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't mean it (remember more then you'd like to forget) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, we're talking forever&lt;br /&gt;and you almost feel better&lt;br /&gt;but, betters no excuse for tonight&lt;br /&gt;you see, it's never bad enough&lt;br /&gt;to just leave or give up&lt;br /&gt;but, it's never good enough to feel right &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I'm lying on the table&lt;br /&gt;with everything you said&lt;br /&gt;it will all catch up eventually&lt;br /&gt;well, it caught up and honestly&lt;br /&gt;the weight of my decisions&lt;br /&gt;were impossible to hold&lt;br /&gt;but they were never yours &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they were never yours&lt;br /&gt;Well I know, you know, everything&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't mean it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know, you know, everything (drop everything)&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't mean it (start it all over)&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't meant it (remember more then you'd like to forget) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drop everything, start it all over&lt;br /&gt;remember more then you'd like to forget [x2] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you like to forget&lt;br /&gt;would you like to forget&lt;br /&gt;drop everything, start it all over&lt;br /&gt;well drop everything, start it all over (would you like to forget?)&lt;br /&gt;drop everything start it all over&lt;br /&gt;start it all...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-246707154974138146?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/246707154974138146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=246707154974138146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/246707154974138146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/246707154974138146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-ill-wait-till-you-listen-i-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/RhfYz96bAdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TVsVPfmANoQ/s72-c/111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-9059209640705081417</id><published>2007-04-07T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T01:27:30.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going through this for the first time&lt;br /&gt;and its already taking its toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;that so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it didnt really hit me that they could be so selfish, till today. not as if i am not, but i know my limits. its just so sad that its happening even as a family. i do observe and watch, and i'm sure i'm old enough to know what is right and wrong. its okay if i have to do that bit more to cover all your laziness, but its been so long. isn't it time to stop for awhile. i hate it when your just go on and on complaining about every fucking thing that you don't like, getting all fussy over the slightest things, if its so easy for your to say, maybe its time your help out more. its time she should sit down and be the one being served. so stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wish i had a little bit more courage to stop you bastard. i watched you do that over and over since i was young. she hoped and hoped that you'll wake your sense up and do something. she is still hoping. i wonder if you have any conscience at all. i've seen so many shit you've done. till now, you have a kid and you're still not any better. i hate the way you love your kid so much. you can't even fucking try to be nice to her yet you're doing this. get a fucking life dude. i think you should just die and burn in hell. you spend everyday of your life trying to cheat your own parent's money and sound as if its their fault. god. i dont even think you deserve anything good. so now you're running to her, escaping from some stupid creditors you have. man, i beg you not to ruin her life please. i dont care if they hack you up into one billion pieces, but if anything happens to her, i think you deserve a place in hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my own guts.&lt;br /&gt;if only i know how to say all these right smack in your fucking face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that feels so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know what i did to deserve all of this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i really don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i tried right? i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate night times.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate this horrible feeling i have every other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-9059209640705081417?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/9059209640705081417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=9059209640705081417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/9059209640705081417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/9059209640705081417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-going-through-this-for-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-2650773310114667903</id><published>2007-04-06T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:30:28.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spare me this once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not what you think it is&lt;br /&gt;cause even i can't make up my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-2650773310114667903?l=myconfession--.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-20296221.post-8800418253779333359</id><published>2007-04-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:31:24.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was suppose to be playing the mini basketball thing with my baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i ended up playing soccer with it, at home. -.-&lt;br /&gt;but quite fun ah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i just ate like..2 huge pieces of chocolate cake,&lt;br /&gt;which i think the fats and calories will be gone only if i go for 10 training sessions.&lt;br /&gt;celebrated my dad's birthday which explains the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need gastric pills badly, its been on and off really often.&lt;br /&gt;but i think my mum doesnt want to get it for me because she's afraid i'll be dependant on it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i feel like having tuition everyday now.&lt;br /&gt;its scary when i counted the days left for mid years.&lt;br /&gt;no, english oral. i hate it so bad please.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i even bother to freak out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i snapped my guitar string while i was tuning it.&lt;br /&gt;when can anything stop breaking, tearing, dropping, spoiling cause of me?&lt;br /&gt;ah freak. its just a string. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate what i've been constantly going through.&lt;br /&gt;guilt, hurt, words, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;just read between my lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-8800418253779333359?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/8800418253779333359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=8800418253779333359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/8800418253779333359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/8800418253779333359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/was-suppose-to-be-playing-mini.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-6757128270652742886</id><published>2007-04-05T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:58:33.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Oh, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Please don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;I'll wash my bloody hands and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;We'll start a new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;I ripped out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;His throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;And called you on the telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;To take off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;My disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Just in time to hear you cry when you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;You mourn the death of your bloody valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;The night he died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;You mourn the death of your bloody valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;One last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Singin'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Oh, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Please don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;I'll wash my bloody hands and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;We'll start a new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;I don't know much at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;I don't know wrong from right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;All I know is that I love you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;There was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Police andFlashing lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;The rain came down so hard that night and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Headlines read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;"A lover died"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;No tell-tale heart was left to find when you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;You mourn the death of your bloody valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;The night he died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;You mourn the death of your bloody valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;One last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Singin'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;He dropped you off, I followed him home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Then I, I stood outside his bedroom window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Standing over him, he begged me not to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;What I knew I had to do cause I'm so in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i like this song. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f&amp;n in school now.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i am saying this but i am bored and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch blood and chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;but no, i see midyr coming.&lt;br /&gt;the class is so quiet now, weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-6757128270652742886?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/6757128270652742886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=6757128270652742886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/6757128270652742886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/6757128270652742886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-my-love-please-dont-cry-ill-wash-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-5532030067395017979</id><published>2007-04-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T00:12:37.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw those homework and tests.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and lazy, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreaded training today, see how bad it was?&lt;br /&gt;i'm amazed by how jiaolian reads my mind so quickly and accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;you wouldn't wanna know how fucking horrible and terrible it feels today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;makes me want to leave everything alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;no camps, no haunted house, no nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;if its all that your want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so freaking tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;look here, you guys are not the only one who needs to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i've been trying to lighten all your work load by doing things myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;so if i screwed it, i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;see, i thought maybe someone might have the initiative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;its so hard to even get your together, that feeling sucks more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll just fucking get it done by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;you all can have all the fun in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;God is giving me so much thinking to do,&lt;br /&gt;that only boils down to one thing..its all about taking risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i to do&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i'm scared of losing,&lt;br /&gt;or scared of not having.&lt;br /&gt;its so scary to even think of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-5532030067395017979?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/5532030067395017979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=5532030067395017979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/5532030067395017979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/5532030067395017979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/screw-those-homework-and-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-114577420474387236</id><published>2007-04-03T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:22:32.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;She said, "I've gotta be honest&lt;br /&gt;You're wasting your time if you're fishing round here"&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "You must be mistaken&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not fooling, this feeling is real"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You gotta be crazy&lt;br /&gt;What do you take me for, some kind of easy mark?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, you've got wits, you've got looks&lt;br /&gt;You've got passion, but I swear that you've got me all wrong" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;All wrong&lt;br /&gt;All wrong&lt;br /&gt;But you got me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I'll be true, I'll be useful&lt;br /&gt;I'll be cavalier, I'll be yours, my dear&lt;br /&gt;And I'll belong to you&lt;br /&gt;If you'll just let me through&lt;br /&gt;This is easy, as lovers go&lt;br /&gt;So don't complicate it by hesitating&lt;br /&gt;And this is wonderful, as loving goes&lt;br /&gt;This is tailor-made, what's the sense in waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;And I said, "I've gotta be honest&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you all my life&lt;br /&gt;For so long I thought I was asylum-bound&lt;br /&gt;But just seeing you makes me think twice&lt;br /&gt;And being with you here makes me sane&lt;br /&gt;I fear I'll go crazy if you leave my side&lt;br /&gt;You've got wits, you've got looks&lt;br /&gt;You've got passion&lt;br /&gt;But are you brave enough to leave with me tonight" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;But you've got me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;This is easy, as lovers go&lt;br /&gt;So don't complicate it by hesitating&lt;br /&gt;And this is wonderful, as loving goes&lt;br /&gt;This is tailor-made, what's the sense in waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993300;"&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;color:#000000;"&gt;i love dashboard confessionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;okay, time for f&amp;amp;n. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-114577420474387236?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/114577420474387236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=114577420474387236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/114577420474387236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/114577420474387236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-said-ive-gotta-be-honest-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-2820760086866406791</id><published>2007-04-03T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T17:33:39.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm officially defeated by the lazy monster.&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired i can sleep while standing.&lt;br /&gt;and i am so lazy i slept throughout chinese, in which we were suppose to be doing compo.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i manage to leave class on time without finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to do my f&amp;n in school.&lt;br /&gt;but i decided to do something more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;followed the youth mission girls to the home opposite our school.&lt;br /&gt;yupp. elderly. my first time there. i think i had a hard time trying to figure out what language they spoke and all.&lt;br /&gt;but it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;they're cute.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, i played mahjong with them, in school uniform somemore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i was the only one happily sitting there not moving my ass cause i was the only one who knew how to play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;almost died teaching ronghua.&lt;br /&gt;man, i was scared at first. cause some of them were unhappy with each other and they can just start arguing out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;i was happy i went for this. going there every week i think. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super tired i'm gonna take a nap first.&lt;br /&gt;did i tell mention i slept at three am today?&lt;br /&gt;blah. thank god for the drinks or i think i'll be awake till school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;the worst way to kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-2820760086866406791?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/2820760086866406791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=2820760086866406791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2820760086866406791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2820760086866406791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-officially-defeated-by-lazy-monster.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-1952336650007019458</id><published>2007-04-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:06:14.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired and drained, they're just coverups.&lt;br /&gt;they are such an under statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;"fuckyou"&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; make me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to give school a miss.&lt;br /&gt;its four periods with the most loveable tjl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't quite figure.&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/20296221-1952336650007019458?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/1952336650007019458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=1952336650007019458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/1952336650007019458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/1952336650007019458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/tired-and-drained-theyre-just-coverups.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-4786239215280515787</id><published>2007-04-01T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T13:54:24.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. now i'm starting to freak out cause i can't find the thumbdrive anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-4786239215280515787?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/4786239215280515787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=4786239215280515787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/4786239215280515787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/4786239215280515787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-5736693903899257946</id><published>2007-04-01T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T13:32:29.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;i hate those "what if".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i lost my thumbdrive.&lt;br /&gt;i feel calm, thats not right.&lt;br /&gt;cause all my f&amp;n stuff are inside.&lt;br /&gt;shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for tomorrow. lilia and my wonderful planS.&lt;br /&gt;april's foolS. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;let me waste some time with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-5736693903899257946?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/5736693903899257946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=5736693903899257946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/5736693903899257946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/5736693903899257946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-those-what-if.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-920657752547807872</id><published>2007-04-01T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:13:28.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone tell me if i'm plain crazy or what&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'll think this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head and heart are splitting into a two way street.&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-920657752547807872?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/920657752547807872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=920657752547807872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/920657752547807872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/920657752547807872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/04/someone-tell-me-if-im-plain-crazy-or.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-5956178388863643556</id><published>2007-04-01T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:19:35.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday mornings are so much more meaningful seeing those kids.&lt;br /&gt;and my first boyfriend finally came. yay.&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine not seeing them every saturday. =/&lt;br /&gt;i hope the whole thing will continue when exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, we can choose to learn gateball(howeveryouspellit) and teach the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;yes, some people might be yucking away.&lt;br /&gt;but it sounds pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;nights. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need rationality.&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/20296221-5956178388863643556?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-1361592384397690106</id><published>2007-03-30T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:09:58.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the only lesson i can remember is bio cause thats the only lesson i didnt feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;mrs chu and her blurness makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;well, the topic we're at now is sexual reproduction in humans.&lt;br /&gt;and erm, yes, sex.&lt;br /&gt;mrs chu told us something and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;melissa:"i'm never gonna have sex. its so scary. mrs chu, were you scared?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. get it? its really funny.&lt;br /&gt;mrs chu went red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, proper training after like a week of not doing so.&lt;br /&gt;i feel old and useless. i'm like..tired after running 1.6 km&lt;br /&gt;and my stomach almost killed me. must be the stupid sit ups yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents' night was boring.&lt;br /&gt;went up to the hall to eat even before the talk started. hungry ah.&lt;br /&gt;laoshi was so nice to ask me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;my parents spoke to mrs chu and laoshi. same old things luh.&lt;br /&gt;"her heart is not settled and focus to study..play too much basketball.." blah blah. =/&lt;br /&gt;i hope my parents know that i do have many things to do with my current position.&lt;br /&gt;i know what they've been thinking ever since i got the position as a captain.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i don't want to make myself unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i grabbed some food again. was waiting for my mum outside the toilet and i was eating..&lt;br /&gt;jo teo embarrassed the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;"why are you eating outside the toilet!?"&lt;br /&gt;eating so much was bad enough, eating outside the toilet was just..dumb. lol&lt;br /&gt;thank god my parents were busy talking on the phone and all when val fam walked pass.&lt;br /&gt;she seems to like the class abit more now. weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm exhausted and the thought of f&amp;n kills.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. cip tml. yay. my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;One..you're like a dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Two..just wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Three..girl its plain to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That you're the only one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And four..repeat steps one through three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Five..make you fall in love with me&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If ever I believe my work is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then I start back at one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't.&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/20296221-1361592384397690106?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/1361592384397690106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=1361592384397690106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/1361592384397690106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/1361592384397690106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/only-lesson-i-can-remember-is-bio-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-2565619051182503209</id><published>2007-03-29T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:47:53.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes. i think everyone should do the colour cube thing cause its so fucking true.&lt;br /&gt;its like helping you to reflect on yourself and all. but its scary. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/"&gt;http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, guan can view my blog!&lt;br /&gt;i know you're happy guan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its been mad-day-in-school recently.&lt;br /&gt;i love sitting with lilia. boring lessons becomes laughing time.&lt;br /&gt;from hangman to our speak-in-high-pitch-voice game..madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. i know this is so damn mean. but i was bored and going mad.&lt;br /&gt;therefore pro me took pictures and video of val fam.&lt;br /&gt;best quality ever. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;man, i can't upload anything at all, even my hangman paper that has our mad stuff inside.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pft sucked. i think i am too fat. seriously, all my fats block me from stretching far. therefore i hate sit and reach. almost didn't get my gold cause of it. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, badminton after in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;i got smacked in the face by the drinkstall uncle with his racket. i swear i never knew it can hurt like that.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a stroke down my face and its ugly.&lt;br /&gt;i look like a gangster with it. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shhoooottts. i havent touch my books yet.&lt;br /&gt;erm, since sports day i think.&lt;br /&gt;man. im dead. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-2565619051182503209?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/2565619051182503209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=2565619051182503209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2565619051182503209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2565619051182503209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-6538807688164339372</id><published>2007-03-28T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:26:46.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;At this particular time, you are feeling that you are or were unjustly and undeservedly treated and/or betrayed in your hopes and dreams. You feel that everything is against you. But look on the bright side for you are, whether you believe it or not, a survivor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Of late, everything seems to be going so slowly - far slower than you anticipated - and this is causing you much anxiety and frustration. It would appear that there is little you can do about the series of events that now seem to be taking place. In spite of the fact that you feel like 'giving up' - don't. Take a deep breath and start over again and you will find that eventually the expression 'All's well that ends well' will have an extra special meaning for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;All the problems that you have been experiencing of late seem to have become a part of your life and there is little that can be done to change the situation. Your emotions run high - but even though you feel as if at times you are about to burst this situation will pass. Try to release your pent-up emotions by participating in some extra physical activities like running, swimming, whatever. There must be some favourite pastime, not necessarily strenuous, that can help you to relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;You are exhausted, over stressed and you refuse to give in. You are trying to minimise the tension by being physically active. It would seem that you are experiencing problems with an existing relationship and try as you might, you find it impossible to alter the situation because there is no co-operation. There is an urgent need for proper understanding which may only be accomplished by communication. At this time you feel that there is no 'give and take' on either side. This is resulting in constant depression. You are irritable and it could be said by your nearest and dearest that 'you are hard to live with'. You feel the urgent need to get away from it all - even it's only for a little while. You may be finding it difficult now to make firm decisions - you are restless and generally uptight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Be it through unfulfilled emotional requirements, whatever the circumstances you are experiencing considerable stress, be it mental or physical. To your credit you are attempting to escape from this by endeavouring to create a semblance of peace and serenity by refusing to allow yourself to be involved. You have the strength to 'pull through' and all indications are that you will... perhaps sooner than you even believed possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this through stace. geee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to say anything,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i just don't want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-6538807688164339372?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/6538807688164339372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=6538807688164339372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/6538807688164339372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/6538807688164339372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-this-particular-time-you-are-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-3895230216219701529</id><published>2007-03-27T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:46:57.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm too tired to do anything,&lt;br /&gt;just anything at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-3895230216219701529?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/3895230216219701529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=3895230216219701529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/3895230216219701529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/3895230216219701529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-too-tired-to-do-anything-just.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-295249884793314452</id><published>2007-03-27T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:54:32.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i try to do it right this time around&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, forget it,&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fucking annoyed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;its the wrong thing at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden urge to screw my o's and basically my life up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i think i just need a chill pill as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-295249884793314452?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/295249884793314452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=295249884793314452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/295249884793314452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/295249884793314452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-i-try-to-do-it-right-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-2104248621518250116</id><published>2007-03-26T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:40:11.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;freak me out with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid rain dampened my mood to go cycling but i didn't abandon lilia and ratih in the end.&lt;br /&gt;thank god i didnt cause it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;from ratih having unglam pictures to her shouting for help (cause her bike was stuck) at the jetty and us taking pictures of sexy backssss. hah. i meant, this girl who was fishing in halter.&lt;br /&gt;we were trying to entertain ourselves by taking weird pictures and we love our precious drinks from coffeebean. (it was our first for the yr and we were broke.) hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ratih was the joker for the day. everything funny happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;man. i can't believe i had fun on a monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. not forgetting lilia and her supernatural stories!&lt;br /&gt;i can't load the pictures. soon soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. its back to school time. yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-2104248621518250116?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/2104248621518250116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=2104248621518250116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2104248621518250116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2104248621518250116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/freak-me-out-with-that.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-7888741948410530267</id><published>2007-03-26T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T09:15:45.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a hungry and lonely soul for now.&lt;br /&gt;wait, i need somemore sleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe its the last day of my self-proclaimed "holiday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you sense how bored i am?&lt;br /&gt;cause i am really bored and no one's online.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. why am i even awake so early when i don't do my elearning.&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to the ss but the thing takes really long to load.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's school tml.&lt;br /&gt; =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-7888741948410530267?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/7888741948410530267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=7888741948410530267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7888741948410530267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7888741948410530267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-hungry-and-lonely-soul-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-5532366161779102155</id><published>2007-03-25T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:35:48.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drown my will to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at two and i woke up at like one plus.&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored i feel like sleeping again. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why im bored. i have some weird english essay to do but i have no intention of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;my room's in a mess, i'm actually not done with anything.&lt;br /&gt;from sports day till now, i've been playing and playing.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, as long as i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that stresses me out is f&amp;n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i'm feel even happier thinking about cip and all.&lt;br /&gt;okay, wait, i'm sad cause the cip (yes, teaching kids how to play basketball) on saturdays ends in april.&lt;br /&gt;we might continue but then its not comfirm.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so attached to the kids i really don't mind doing this for life.&lt;br /&gt;ms shanti told us about all the cips we can do. sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things coming up&lt;br /&gt;like..ij fiesta, children's basketball league, camps..&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should stop skiving now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll erm, go tidy up my room. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-5532366161779102155?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/5532366161779102155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=5532366161779102155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/5532366161779102155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/5532366161779102155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/drown-my-will-to-fly-slept-at-two-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-8134293822343383211</id><published>2007-03-23T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:56:48.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i could like you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-learning makes me learn nothing.&lt;br /&gt;the sight of those words there makes me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, go check out the physics slides, its pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;mr yap did it i think. i bet when he did it he was really trying to imagine he was talking to us on the spot or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored. those biology stuff can be found in the textbook please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chants* i am so bored i am so bored i am so bored i am so bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need entertainment 24/7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-8134293822343383211?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/8134293822343383211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=8134293822343383211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/8134293822343383211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/8134293822343383211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-i-could-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-7982164164518197078</id><published>2007-03-22T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:34:45.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sports day was just full of walking around and drinking milo for me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like some kiasu who drank 9 cups of milo.&lt;br /&gt;went out with some crazy people and lilia after and walked around in town.&lt;br /&gt;played hide and seek at heeren too. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, let me finish up with one more sentence..&lt;br /&gt;it was a happy day besides the part where SOME &lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MOTHER FUCKING BITCH&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; POURED GLITTERS ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is way too vulgar, but i hate glitters to the core cause i itch when they're on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. goodnight everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-7982164164518197078?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/7982164164518197078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=7982164164518197078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7982164164518197078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/7982164164518197078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/sports-day-was-just-full-of-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-4358040864602704035</id><published>2007-03-21T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:10:56.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think stress makes one go mad in the head.&lt;br /&gt;yes, unfortunately, i am one of the victim here.&lt;br /&gt;my stupid routined life is such a bore and chore, thank god for sports day and e-learning days which means relaxing time.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, thank god for my bunch of mad friends too, doing mad things with me,&lt;br /&gt;and also lilia for trying to keep me awake in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a long weekend. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm shutting myself from this world, just for a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i seriously can say this, everybody hates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-4358040864602704035?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/4358040864602704035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=4358040864602704035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/4358040864602704035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/4358040864602704035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-stress-makes-one-go-mad-in-head.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-8200630463047264113</id><published>2007-03-20T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:49:00.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am very bored. therefore its picture time.&lt;br /&gt;mostly from saturday's cip and my baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_ydKQF42I/AAAAAAAAACs/txWvqA3JDNA/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044016690460222306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_ydKQF42I/AAAAAAAAACs/txWvqA3JDNA/s320/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_yHaQF4xI/AAAAAAAAACE/k2JFSi037X8/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044016316798067474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_yHaQF4xI/AAAAAAAAACE/k2JFSi037X8/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kieran, he is really cute and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_yHqQF4yI/AAAAAAAAACM/DX6vzPNkemM/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044016321093034786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_yHqQF4yI/AAAAAAAAACM/DX6vzPNkemM/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and he has a tail too. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_yH6QF4zI/AAAAAAAAACU/WwFb3bSG1dA/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044016325388002098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_yH6QF4zI/AAAAAAAAACU/WwFb3bSG1dA/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;danial. =)) i tell you he is really handsome and good at basketball. BUT he didn't wanna let me take picture with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_yIKQF40I/AAAAAAAAACc/fJ7WdWKsxsE/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044016329682969410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_yIKQF40I/AAAAAAAAACc/fJ7WdWKsxsE/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i forgot to rotate the pictures. anyway, thats his good friend dao an. hah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_yIaQF41I/AAAAAAAAACk/Za2bAzZMFNM/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044016333977936722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_yIaQF41I/AAAAAAAAACk/Za2bAzZMFNM/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh yay. after playing ball with him, chasing after him and dragging him..he finally posed for me. he is my boyfriend(even though i proclaimed it myself).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i swear everyone wants to snatch him away please. alicia is one big idiot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_xTaQF4sI/AAAAAAAAABc/BGc2YtIq9g8/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044015423444869826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_xTaQF4sI/AAAAAAAAABc/BGc2YtIq9g8/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; andre! he is very very gong, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_xT6QF4tI/AAAAAAAAABk/zhSxnvvFJNA/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044015432034804434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_xT6QF4tI/AAAAAAAAABk/zhSxnvvFJNA/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_xUKQF4uI/AAAAAAAAABs/fSBP_D6Wuuk/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044015436329771746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_xUKQF4uI/AAAAAAAAABs/fSBP_D6Wuuk/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think he loves his new bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_xUaQF4vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NFZB02frBvw/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044015440624739058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_xUaQF4vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NFZB02frBvw/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_xUqQF4wI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Dc6gM_c775o/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044015444919706370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_xUqQF4wI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Dc6gM_c775o/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think his hair is really funny. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;man. i love kids and they make me happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shit. time to snap back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-8200630463047264113?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/8200630463047264113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=8200630463047264113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/8200630463047264113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/8200630463047264113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-very-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o6Ekzc9k8Fs/Rf_ydKQF42I/AAAAAAAAACs/txWvqA3JDNA/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-2240870534021745118</id><published>2007-03-20T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:09:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;cross my heart, hope to die&lt;br /&gt;i swear i won't say what happened that night&lt;br /&gt;so starting today things are gonna be all right&lt;br /&gt;your best you tried, and yeah you did fine&lt;br /&gt;no better than fine, perfect in my mind&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i wish your heart was mine&lt;br /&gt;and i can hear the memory in my ears&lt;br /&gt;back to the years and all those tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing ij basketball b div 2006.&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i miss training with them.&lt;br /&gt;i miss playing ball with them during recess.&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing them in school.&lt;br /&gt;i miss staying back till the school closes.&lt;br /&gt;i miss sitting around to talk bout everything.&lt;br /&gt;i miss our self-entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;i miss our dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;i miss taking retarded pictures.&lt;br /&gt;i miss laughing till we get abs (not forgetting the layers of fats above it) haha!&lt;br /&gt;so much more to miss..&lt;br /&gt;i miss them so. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wonder why my heart still skips a beat faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-2240870534021745118?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/2240870534021745118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=2240870534021745118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2240870534021745118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/2240870534021745118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/cross-my-heart-hope-to-die-i-swear-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-492863351484217405</id><published>2007-03-19T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T13:18:02.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;girls can be the most cruel thing on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school now pretending to do f&amp;n,&lt;br /&gt;some queer feelings just overtook my brain.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like moving to livejournal, but its so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;i need a new template now. (yes stace, i hope you are reading this. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;what doesnt kill you only makes you stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb gave me this (bet she forgot she did).&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if anything is making me stronger,&lt;br /&gt;there's &lt;strike&gt;too much&lt;/strike&gt; to sort out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i don't know what i am going through but there is this ounce of madness inside which i can't comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;something is bringing it to life and about to kill every bit of sanity i have.&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking it slowly as it comes, but anything beyond my normal boring, routined life drives me to a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i need life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i need to know everything i want to know before it gets me.&lt;br /&gt;and as i move, this strong feeling from nowhere brings me back to hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm back to nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what i'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-492863351484217405?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/492863351484217405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=492863351484217405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/492863351484217405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/492863351484217405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/girls-can-be-most-cruel-thing-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117406259296163194</id><published>2007-03-17T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T01:29:52.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate hospital visits now.&lt;br /&gt;got rid of the infection thing in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;it was plain &lt;u&gt;sick&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went into the room with the doctor and a nurse inside.&lt;br /&gt;the nurse, old but cute : "come little boy.."&lt;br /&gt;doctor: "girl la!"&lt;br /&gt;haha. both of them couldnt stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;so..the doctor gave me a jab somewhere near the eye to numb it. i swear anything that pokes in there hurts.&lt;br /&gt;the doctors's phone rang when she was bout to cut the thing. (thank god i didn't know what she was holding is a knife cause it was round? hah)&lt;br /&gt;i think the jab made my eye close only cause i still felt the pain and blood oozing out and flowing down my face.&lt;br /&gt;its &lt;u&gt;sick&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;disgusting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was half blinded for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;i was so close to tripping over everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. just took of the gauze thing and its like bloody,&lt;br /&gt;and i can see the open cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm tired. enough of all these sick stuff.&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117406259296163194?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117406259296163194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117406259296163194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117406259296163194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117406259296163194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-hospital-visits-now.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117397609908618439</id><published>2007-03-16T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:35:49.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;god,i think i just read something i shouldn't even see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;something which i know i should ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i give up, totally.&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/20296221-117397609908618439?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117397609908618439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117397609908618439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117397609908618439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117397609908618439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/godi-think-i-just-read-something-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117397313093045062</id><published>2007-03-16T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:38:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;lets have one last dance to our first song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy day.&lt;br /&gt;my mum really brought us to east coast to cycle and she got sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;don't even need to go sentosa to tan la.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, someone will always get injured.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a jinx.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;to summarise today, it should be called happy playing day.&lt;br /&gt;i love the arcade, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, there's biology test and accounts tomorrow, together with chinese oral (for erm, i don't know what).&lt;br /&gt;i haven't touch my biology and chinese oral yet.&lt;br /&gt;what's new.&lt;br /&gt;i shall wake up early to study, yes i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i have to make my way to ttsh tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;tan tock seng hospital! so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;yes, its for my eye.&lt;br /&gt;lazy me dragged the whole thing till now since the doctor said it is not urgent.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even prepared to let that bloody knife come near my eye.&lt;br /&gt;if only it can make my puny eyes bigger, i'll let them do it on my both eye.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117397313093045062?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117397313093045062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117397313093045062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117397313093045062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117397313093045062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-have-one-last-dance-to-our-first.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117389178351900026</id><published>2007-03-15T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T02:03:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tired but my eyes doesnt want to close.&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/20296221-117389178351900026?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117389178351900026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117389178351900026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117389178351900026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117389178351900026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-tired-but-my-eyes-doesnt-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117389077282839066</id><published>2007-03-15T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:46:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;maybe i should hate you for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Two sides twist and then collide;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;You're calling off the guards.&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming through.&lt;br /&gt;Adulteress conditioned to a spin cycled submission.&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes it just feels better to give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all too familiar,&lt;br /&gt;And it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;All the cards begin to stack up,&lt;br /&gt;Twisting heartache into fine,&lt;br /&gt;Little pieces that avoid an awful crime,&lt;br /&gt;But it's you I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;You I can't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Dull heat rises from the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;I'm both a patient boy,&lt;br /&gt;Well, and a jealous man.&lt;br /&gt;But double standardized suspicion,&lt;br /&gt;Is remedied, oh, my blue heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it just feels better to give in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;We swing and we sway,&lt;br /&gt;As this tiny voice in,&lt;br /&gt;My head starts to sing,&lt;br /&gt;"You're safe, child, you are safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe. Safe.&lt;br /&gt;You are safe.&lt;br /&gt;We swing and we sway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this all too familiar?&lt;br /&gt;Does it happen all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just asking you to hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Could you please, just once, just hear me?&lt;br /&gt;More than anything you wanted to be right.&lt;br /&gt;Still it's you, you, it's you I can't deny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;You I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;It's you I can't deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is so cute. she's bringing us to cycle tomorrow. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. my swollen and un-move-able thumb annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even do simple things like sms or pull my shorts up properly with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its not funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i need tuition for almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;okay, not everything. just maths. physics and geography, maybe accounts too. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i just said i need tuition.&lt;br /&gt;i hate them but for the sake of my beloved o's..&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117389077282839066?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117389077282839066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117389077282839066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117389077282839066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117389077282839066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/maybe-i-should-hate-you-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117380745158092123</id><published>2007-03-14T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:37:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. new phone. no more phone without proper cover.&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i officially look like twins now since i've got the same phone as him, yes, the same colour too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i am at home nowwww. =(&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i need to burn those letters and make those message disappear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;together with my happiest memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're only the best i ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;its all just a cover-up, my perfect life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;snap me back and i'll be drowning in my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117380745158092123?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117380745158092123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117380745158092123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117380745158092123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117380745158092123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117363353284771368</id><published>2007-03-12T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T02:18:52.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love, to fall out boy's a little less sixteen candles' video.&lt;br /&gt;vampires! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lack of sleep means more memory loss for me.&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot about this cip i was suppose to go on saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just forget the things i want to forget. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in serious dilema/denial/self-deceiving/loss of sanity. i can't find the right words to describe but i suppose its a mixture of those.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention it affects a huge part of me?&lt;br /&gt;yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;my useless brain can be such a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write me off, give up on me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause darling what did you expect? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just off, a lost cause, a long shot, don't even take this bet. &lt;/strong&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/20296221-117363353284771368?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117363353284771368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117363353284771368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117363353284771368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117363353284771368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-to-fall-out-boys-little-less.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117354263864271704</id><published>2007-03-11T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:05:48.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just have a little patience I'm still hurting from a love I lost&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling your frustration that any minute all the pain will stop&lt;br /&gt;just hold me close inside your arms tonight don't be to hard on my emotions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I need time&lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm still healing just try and have a little patience &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really wanna start over again&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna be my salvation&lt;br /&gt;the one that I can always depend&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be strong believe me&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to move on&lt;br /&gt;it's complicated but understand me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I need time&lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling&lt;br /&gt;So while I'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m still healing just try and have little patience yeah&lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience yeah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause the scars run so deep it's been hard but I have to believe&lt;br /&gt;have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;have a little patience &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause i&lt;br /&gt;I just need time&lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling so while I'm still healing&lt;br /&gt;just try and have a little patience have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;my heart is numb has no feeling so while I'm still healing&lt;br /&gt;just try and have a little patience &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;time time time time time. fucking time.&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/20296221-117354263864271704?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117354263864271704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117354263864271704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117354263864271704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117354263864271704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-have-little-patience-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117352010306277560</id><published>2007-03-10T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:48:23.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cip is getting boring thanks to me.&lt;br /&gt;but the kids are so adorableeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;especially my BOYRFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;stupid alicia is snatching him away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch and off to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;the stuff there are quite pathetic but enough to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;i have been going to the arcade as if its my third home.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wanted to get take that's new album but i don't have a discman.&lt;br /&gt;singapore's version (without lyrics) cost 7 bucks cheaper. ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to alicia's aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna have nightmare tonight i swear.&lt;br /&gt;her aunt's dog jumps on me and lick me all over..&lt;br /&gt;looks damn sick. I AM SCARED OF DOGS LICKING ME i freaked out so badly. it left a mark on my arm. =/&lt;br /&gt;and my shirt attracts the fur. for a moment i thought the dog was balding cause i was really covered with fur. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am very tired.&lt;br /&gt;napppp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117352010306277560?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117352010306277560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117352010306277560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117352010306277560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117352010306277560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/cip-is-getting-boring-thanks-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117337226884397122</id><published>2007-03-09T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:44:28.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone thinks i got C6 when i say i got six for humans.&lt;br /&gt;"c6 not bad what."&lt;br /&gt;'its six out of hundred friend."&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, betina has such a adorable sister and a cousin.&lt;br /&gt;primary one only please and they came to the toilet and i was alone..&lt;br /&gt;i kept staring at them and myself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like..twice their height and size.&lt;br /&gt;she offered me biscuits. so cuteeee.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i am so in love with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm offfff cause there's nothing to do. NIGHTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117337226884397122?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117337226884397122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117337226884397122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117337226884397122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117337226884397122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/everyone-thinks-i-got-c6-when-i-say-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117337020280838563</id><published>2007-03-08T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:10:02.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>polyclinic has low efficiency which makes people like me get so frustrated while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school only after recess (which means i skipped pe. yay)&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i am a basketballer who hates pe.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, got back report book.&lt;br /&gt;i am so gonna find a geography teacher asap.&lt;br /&gt;i got six out of hundred for my humanities.&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVEN DOUBLE DIGIT (or SEVEN).&lt;br /&gt;*bangs head on wall.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my f&amp;n course work is a screw up as well.&lt;br /&gt;"stalked" mrs tan and mrs siau (the two very adorable bestfriends) all the way from school to the coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;ronghua and i followed them the moment they said :"eh don't follow us. we're going to gossip."&lt;br /&gt;so cute.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i kind of got scolded for my f&amp;n at the coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;f&amp;amp;n is a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school after heats at tp stadium.&lt;br /&gt;played badminton and basketball.&lt;br /&gt;and i feeel stupid. ask me and i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I AM SO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117337020280838563?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117337020280838563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117337020280838563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117337020280838563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117337020280838563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/polyclinic-has-low-efficiency-which.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117328236336808697</id><published>2007-03-07T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:46:03.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;all i need is a car key to grab,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;bring along my precious memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;drive out for a spin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;and sleep with you in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117328236336808697?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117328236336808697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117328236336808697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117328236336808697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117328236336808697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-i-need-is-car-key-to-grab-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117327648141253329</id><published>2007-03-07T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:08:01.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please come now I think I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to all I think is safe&lt;br /&gt;It seems I found the road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to escape&lt;br /&gt;I yelled back when I heard thunder&lt;br /&gt;But I'm down to one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And with it let me say, let me say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;Maybe six feet&lt;br /&gt;Ain't so far down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm looking down now that it's over&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on all of my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found the road to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in His grace&lt;br /&gt;I cried out, 'Heaven save me'&lt;br /&gt;But I'm down to one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And with it let me say, let me say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad eyes follow me&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe there's something left for me&lt;br /&gt;So please come stay with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me,&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please come now I think I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to what I think is safe &lt;/strong&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/20296221-117327648141253329?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117327648141253329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117327648141253329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117327648141253329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117327648141253329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-come-now-i-think-im-falling-im.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117319243251950440</id><published>2007-03-06T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:52:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its as if the whole world is pouring sorrows on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live in denial anymore,&lt;br /&gt;no more self-deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that happiness means more sadness.&lt;br /&gt;yea, i understand completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take it as a numbing pill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a drink baby,&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117319243251950440?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117319243251950440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117319243251950440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117319243251950440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117319243251950440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-as-if-whole-world-is-pouring.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117310438831639962</id><published>2007-03-05T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:19:48.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>val fam is crazy. i think she has some i-love-myself-so-much-you-should-listen-to-me disease.&lt;br /&gt;she keeps on bragging and bragging about how she is a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;AND she was like..:"i ate alot of humble pie.." she is mad. if she is humble she wont say she is humble.&lt;br /&gt;i had enough of her. she kept asking if we're ready to start studying.&lt;br /&gt;she must be blind or deaf or whatever cause we haven't been talking back and we're trying to keep quite.&lt;br /&gt;now i need geog tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. i just wasted one paragraph just to talk about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lazy to study or do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;wan an.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117310438831639962?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117310438831639962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117310438831639962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117310438831639962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117310438831639962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/val-fam-is-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117303005829955010</id><published>2007-03-05T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:55:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm disgusted by the huge piles of overdue work i have.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to fight with my overly-strong-sense-of-procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the horror kids bring, i still love saturday cip.&lt;br /&gt;the kids are..cute and..vulgar, okay, maybe smarter.&lt;br /&gt;one went up to mary and said :"a fish ate a duck and became a fuck."&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. its quite funny but it make sense.&lt;br /&gt;and this boy was like :"omg the ball hit your baallllll."&lt;br /&gt;damn cute. i love my new boyfriends. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, made a trip down to outram and ended up at health zone just to do f&amp;amp;n.&lt;br /&gt;dearest melissa was late.&lt;br /&gt;health zone can be really scary when there's no one. we got shock by those fake models you see there.&lt;br /&gt;stupid me got excited over those the games there : machines to test your strength etc. together with the mini playground.&lt;br /&gt;therefore i missed the sign :"for kids below nine years old" and happily climbed up the ropes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, the lady selling the tickets got so excited because i know her daughter. haha. she even offered to send us to a train station or something and she made me talk to her daughter over the phone. but she's damn poorthing luh, saturday afternoon and she's alone there selling tickets to err almost no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifteen days of chinese new year is almost over. =/&lt;br /&gt;that means no more blackjack or poker.&lt;br /&gt;i should play poker for a living because i really make money playing that.&lt;br /&gt;i suck a blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im bored and dying to play games. nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117303005829955010?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117303005829955010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117303005829955010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117303005829955010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117303005829955010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-disgusted-by-huge-piles-of-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117285173333242159</id><published>2007-03-03T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:09:24.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;if she wants to stay for awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my long awaited weekend is here.&lt;br /&gt;the week started out real bad with f&amp;amp;n and some other homework piling up on me&lt;br /&gt;i need to catch up with my sleep and studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i think the tiredness was acting up just now.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with my cousin and aunty,&lt;br /&gt;i was making jokes out of everything,&lt;br /&gt;and erh, laughing at my own jokes loudly.&lt;br /&gt;i think i can still laugh at anything now.&lt;br /&gt;shhhhhiiiiiitttt. i need to sleeep but i've got so much work to do (but i am lazy to do it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before i go, let me tell you how much i detest milo now.&lt;br /&gt;dear mike spilled the milo on us while she was trying to disturb me and i was trying to move away or something.&lt;br /&gt;my legs had a taste of how milo taste like. lol.&lt;br /&gt;embarrassing okay.&lt;br /&gt;hurrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough. i shall try to sleep and stop laughing at nothing.&lt;br /&gt;night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117285173333242159?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-117267958107330794</id><published>2007-03-01T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:19:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't leave me alone at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't wanna go insane.&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/20296221-117267958107330794?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117267958107330794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117267958107330794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117267958107330794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117267958107330794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117267739452043630</id><published>2007-02-28T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:43:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;my lust for blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching them fall the same way i did, well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;i should be stronger than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i studied physics, did maths and accounts, all in 1 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, its just an hour and a half..atleast i am studying after ten million years.&lt;br /&gt;never knew that studying makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god my com recovered from the going-to-crash symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;i bet someone cursed me or something.&lt;br /&gt;last night the com was so slow i had to take 5 minutes to open a folder!?&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried doing f&amp;n i tell you. NEVER take f&amp;amp;n because it makes you depressed.&lt;br /&gt;i want to drop it but no, i am not allowed to. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling really sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;i've got so much to study and finish that i've been staying up late,&lt;br /&gt;making me so exhausted i feel sleepy at 9pm,&lt;br /&gt;falling asleep in class and scribbling on papers.&lt;br /&gt;i need like 10 ten days of sleep to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i am going off now. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;withdrawals of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117267739452043630?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117267739452043630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117267739452043630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117267739452043630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117267739452043630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-lust-for-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117257171724883534</id><published>2007-02-27T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:24:45.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my failed attempt to do f&amp;n and nothing else brings me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the screw in my head is becoming looser.&lt;br /&gt;i've been stuck at home, or rather in my room for 3 hrs without opening the window or door and no music at all.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps that explains why i feel suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna be dead.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not anywhere near completing my f&amp;amp;n.&lt;br /&gt;DEADline tml.&lt;br /&gt;die chow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i need more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;falling asleep during physics+chinese tests = scribbles and random lines on my paper+sentences that doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some special candy here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117257171724883534?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117257171724883534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117257171724883534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117257171724883534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117257171724883534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-failed-attempt-to-do-fn.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117250165872683503</id><published>2007-02-26T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:54:18.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so does that mean i deserve this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, the world is so fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired and lazy i can't drag myself to get a new bag and new pair of school shoes,&lt;br /&gt;which i really need now.&lt;br /&gt;i am such a pig.&lt;br /&gt;btw, i am pms-ing everyday. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mr yap was &lt;em&gt;OH-SO-NICE&lt;/em&gt; today. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i sat infront nicely, paying attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;and when he ask questions i'll answer..&lt;br /&gt;but guess what was his reaction!&lt;br /&gt;"shhhhhh"&lt;br /&gt;god. i wanted to slap him.&lt;br /&gt;and val fam just pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i am not pms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just in a bad mood everyday.&lt;br /&gt;shithead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117250165872683503?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117250165872683503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117250165872683503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117250165872683503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117250165872683503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-does-that-mean-i-deserve-this-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117237730063889681</id><published>2007-02-25T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T12:21:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;romeo without juliet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;famous last word is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lazy to post the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really procrastinating too much.&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to study yesterday after cip but i was found strolling in town.&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i am loving cip alot more with more kids and that i wont be stuck at home sleeping away in a saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;its such an accomplishment to complete a lesson. heh.&lt;br /&gt;now we've got a bigger task on hand.&lt;br /&gt;i think we're suppose to organise a "carnival" thing for the kids where there will be basketball matches amongst different community centres.&lt;br /&gt;so fun please. the kids are really adroable = chow having more boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was changing my baby brother's diaper and he happily roll on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;he is so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pictures during cny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/396/1600/7857/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/396/320/929226/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/396/1600/343091/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/396/320/579124/DSC00036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/396/1600/767393/DSC00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/396/320/600246/DSC00024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, told you he is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be doing my f&amp;n now.&lt;br /&gt;i regret not taking art.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117237730063889681?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-117224015447690624</id><published>2007-02-23T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:17:20.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blooded graffiti on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally slumbered into a sleep-anywhere state.&lt;br /&gt;thank god for the coffee i had in the morning, i manage to pull through all the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a robot following me around, i need one, to help me remember things.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my shoes for training, thermometer and forgot to try printing my f&amp;amp;n stuff&lt;br /&gt;hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training.&lt;br /&gt;tried to throw javelin after.&lt;br /&gt;i should stop embarrassing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am very disappointed, with almost all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;and why the hell should i care if you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't make me give up on you so soon, really. don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is tiring me out&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what i'm gaining from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i just don't want to make jiaolian upset.&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/20296221-117224015447690624?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-117215803062985138</id><published>2007-02-22T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:27:10.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back from i don't know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major frustration thanks to the printer that isn't even moving&lt;br /&gt;i kept clicking on print but it just won't print.&lt;br /&gt;how now brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;the worst is that i haven't complete much of the work i am suppose to finish.&lt;br /&gt;this is annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;annoyed + annoying = explosion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;bomb!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i am going crazy just waiting for the printer to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117215803062985138?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117215803062985138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117215803062985138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117215803062985138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117215803062985138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back-from-i-dont-know-where.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117213753669330271</id><published>2007-02-22T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T17:45:36.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am suffering from ams&lt;br /&gt;go figure it (from pms)&lt;br /&gt;its not funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;where's your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117213753669330271?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20296221.post-117206414092990483</id><published>2007-02-21T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:22:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bonkas baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i hate to face it but i am still dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i can't wake up from this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;can i put myself right beside you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117206414092990483?l=myconfession--.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-20296221.post-117198070587060814</id><published>2007-02-20T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:11:45.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;The sun has gone again and nothing's gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Time, I need a little time as you slip out of sight&lt;br /&gt;And nothing heals the pain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And I know that it's you that's stopping me from falling&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down, losing ground til I see you again&lt;br /&gt;And you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The sun will shine, and we will see there's nothing standing in our way&lt;br /&gt;Love will stand and never break&lt;br /&gt;Never thought this could be me&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel what I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that you are near it's a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Words are hard to keep inside&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've tried, impossible to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And you know that it's me that's stopping you from falling&lt;br /&gt;Crushing down, losing ground til I see you again&lt;br /&gt;And you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'll be the stars guiding you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the place that you hide&lt;br /&gt;I'd run a thousand miles, a thousand miles to be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was slightly different. seriously it was a major torture for me on the first day of new year.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i had to wear a skirt. it wasnt so bad cause that was not the worst part. the worst part was looking like an idiot with identity crisis or you call it bisexual all purely because i couldnt walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i saved myself the embarrassment of being "criticised" for not looking like a girl by relatives. i think i had extra kaching in my angbao cause i wore a skirt. haha!&lt;br /&gt;i became an idiot and wore my aunt's heels to get more angbao. well, embarrassing but i had them entertained because i couldnt walk properly still.&lt;br /&gt;had a mini photo-taking session. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day meant mahjong-ing till midnight.&lt;br /&gt;we, kids, slept over at our grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;slept at 3 plus on the sofa, i felt like i didnt sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;damn. to think i wanted to catch up with my sleep during cny.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10 plus and this relative (i dont remember her as any of my relative. but yes..) came over thinking that i am a guy. it was so embarrassing because she knows my mum. thank god my mum wasnt there. BUT my grandma was there. sheesh. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. so i invited people to my house. i'm so sorry for the lousy hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't in the mood to do anything, brain-dead. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i am really not in the mood. i just want to count my angbao money, in hopes of not needing to rob a bank anymore.&lt;br /&gt;its school tml. nights. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117198070587060814?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117198070587060814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117198070587060814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i had a really long day.&lt;br /&gt;i think i only have 0.000001% of energy left,&lt;br /&gt;therefore everything shall be in point form..&lt;br /&gt;btw, if you ever want to seek attention, just go out with melissa mike and lilia.&lt;br /&gt;they make so much noise and all that you'll have all the attention in the world.&lt;br /&gt;they are mad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-&lt;/strong&gt;firstly, cny celebration in school. i finally contributed to my house (red) and did some cat walk, WITH TJL and this other girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-&lt;/strong&gt;it was embarrassing enough to walk in front of the whole school, i had tjl with me which made it worse and we were in chinese traditional costume. i almost died of embarrassment. she had to hook onto my hand btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-&lt;/strong&gt;i had a moustache drawn thanks to me laughing at tjl's make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-&lt;/strong&gt;i realise i didnt know red house cheer. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-&lt;/strong&gt;outing with the two melissas, lilia and chelsia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6-&lt;/strong&gt;mel ng had to leave right after they accompanied me to j8 to get something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-&lt;/strong&gt;never knew it was so depressing to get something i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8-&lt;/strong&gt;bus to fareast, long john was horrible. but fun to laugh at people who laugh loudly. self entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-&lt;/strong&gt;everyone was so un-hyper. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;-walked around and headed to wisma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-&lt;/strong&gt;chelsia sprayed some weird perfume into my mouth and i almost died of headache and poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12-&lt;/strong&gt;met many people along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13-&lt;/strong&gt;headed to cuppage to pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14-&lt;/strong&gt;then to some small cafe place near cuppage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15-&lt;/strong&gt;shop owner kept talking to us as though he wanted to hook us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16-&lt;/strong&gt;no, he wanted our numbers, which i think i am pretty safe because he would most probably be more interested in the three of them than me. he gave us his number instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17-&lt;/strong&gt;wanted beer and he sold to us. my head was about to explode after the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18-&lt;/strong&gt;i stupidly told him which school we were from (which i forgot, he might call the school and tell on us drinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19-&lt;/strong&gt;my name became chowlin just incase he really report to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20-&lt;/strong&gt;he wants to teach us how to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21-&lt;/strong&gt;headed to ps, arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22-&lt;/strong&gt;tried on some really weird clothes but i fell in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23-&lt;/strong&gt;went to tcc and realise we were broke, super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24-&lt;/strong&gt;we still ordered. chelsia and lilia couldnt find the atm machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25-&lt;/strong&gt;i went with chelsia instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26-&lt;/strong&gt;lied to lilia and mike that there was no money in her account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27-&lt;/strong&gt;they freaked out so badly you should have seen their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28-&lt;/strong&gt;i think i can go join mediacorp for my acting skills. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29-&lt;/strong&gt;literally rushed to take train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30-&lt;/strong&gt;i stupidly pressed on "farrerpark" and bought ticket to go there. (and by then we were really broke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31-&lt;/strong&gt;manage to dig out coins. i stupidly brought them to the wrong train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32-&lt;/strong&gt;finally got into the right train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired now i am seeing stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117164597983443655?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117164597983443655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117164597983443655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117164597983443655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117164597983443655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-amazing-how-you-left-this-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117155275588925645</id><published>2007-02-15T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:19:15.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/396/1600/768444/choww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/396/320/719012/choww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt; this idiot make me wanna cry. thanks anyway. you takecare of your knee first ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;LOVE &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am super mean nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;with people like jac and mike to disturb, i can never stop making fun of them.&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW I AM JUST JOKING, and well, making your laugh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its a damn cold night&lt;/em&gt;&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/20296221-117155275588925645?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117155275588925645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117155275588925645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117155275588925645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117155275588925645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-idiot-make-me-wanna-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117146558111628341</id><published>2007-02-14T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:06:21.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you're the one i need tonight, just tonight please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to post a song or something. i'm bored out of my wits.&lt;br /&gt;no, actually, i'm thinking so much inside i m clueless which songs suits my current feeling the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i don't think i am that selfish that i deserve these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i bet you're laughing hard at me.&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/20296221-117146558111628341?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117146558111628341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117146558111628341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117146558111628341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117146558111628341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/02/youre-one-i-need-tonight-just-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117145027407261979</id><published>2007-02-14T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:51:14.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;self-destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;     sad sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;valentine's&lt;/strike&gt;^day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just gorging myself with those &lt;em&gt;wonderfully tastey&lt;/em&gt; chocolates,&lt;br /&gt;and i swear, they never tasted so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after student leader's investiture, almost everyone was with their parents.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;that made things worse.&lt;br /&gt;and i had tjl half-hugging me telling me how mrs mats said i resemble her because all bballers look alike..and how i should keep it up (since i might become like tjl) -.-&lt;br /&gt;shruggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. off to visit my baby brother and get my brother a phone.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully he cant find what he wants, and the $200 voucher will go to me.&lt;br /&gt;*grins.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;my brilliant plan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;give me a knife, i'll cut myself into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;give me a gun, i'll shoot myself down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;give me alcohol, i'll drink myself dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;give me broken glasses, i'll slit my veins open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;give me water, i'll drown myself forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;give me a mountain, i'll jump down from there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;give me air, i'll choke myself dead.&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/20296221-117145027407261979?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117145027407261979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117145027407261979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117145027407261979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117145027407261979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/02/self-destruction.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117137302833960141</id><published>2007-02-13T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:23:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;waste some time with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am literally sleeping everywhere i go.&lt;br /&gt;tired until i fall asleep without knowing,&lt;br /&gt;and falling asleep anyway as long as you leave me with nothing to do for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;i am procrastinating alot.&lt;br /&gt;my homework is in a mess, okay, maybe i didnt even touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new bag, the old one has a huge hole. =/&lt;br /&gt;i am really a shithead.&lt;br /&gt;my mum wanted to buy a bag for me but err, i was fussy and didn't choose anything in the end.&lt;br /&gt;*bangshead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i am so pekcek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I AM SO PEKCEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;what have i done to myself?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna do my long overdued accounts which i predict, is going to drive me even madder.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117137302833960141?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117137302833960141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117137302833960141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117137302833960141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117137302833960141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/02/waste-some-time-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117129840980390272</id><published>2007-02-13T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T00:40:09.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i'll admit defeat if you tell me i'm not good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;my head feels as if it weighs a thousand tons.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, go read deb's blog about the part i offered tissue.&lt;br /&gt;i swear if i was the one shooting three free-throws that determines the team's fate, i will die on the spot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I LOVE JIAOLIAN x 1000000000000000000!&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad, really.&lt;br /&gt;had a small talk after match and she said she is happy with us?&lt;br /&gt;me and deb's first reaction was to stare at each other and we started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i think cause we knew what each other was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;jiaolian is too nice please. i mean, if she scolded us maybe i might feel better.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. she even treated us to swensens after that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to elaborate BUT she said something that makes me wanna cry pls..&lt;br /&gt;"are your coming back for training? i feel lost without your around."&lt;br /&gt;and "i love you all too."&lt;br /&gt;=((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid juniors, whoever you are, IF YOU EVER BULLY JIAOLIAN YOU WILL BE DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;man, i wish you juniors will snap out of your childishness.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i will still be here to do my job as the evil one who shouts more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. my head feels really heavy.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a whole chuck of things to say though but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i think this week is gonna suck because its a monday and i can stand and sleep already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117129840980390272?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117129840980390272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117129840980390272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117129840980390272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117129840980390272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/02/ill-admit-defeat-if-you-tell-me-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117111622947922561</id><published>2007-02-10T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:03:49.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think grace, shalom, guan and i are all deprived of toys.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if you were at toyRus with us, you might think we're mad.&lt;br /&gt;i want toys now. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;its haunting me.&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/20296221-117111622947922561?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117111622947922561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117111622947922561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117111622947922561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117111622947922561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-grace-shalom-guan-and-i-are.html' title=''/><author><name>shEEsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839919035478809635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-20296221.post-117104294144725715</id><published>2007-02-09T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:53:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;you're just so pretty in your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost count of the days i am totally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, i haven't been studying or doing any of my homework at all.&lt;br /&gt;this is bad. i see piles and piles of homework waiting for me to finish them.&lt;br /&gt;i can't concentrate, procrastination is strangling me.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i haven't been listening in class. okay, i look like i'm listening cause i can't stop drawing and drawing which makes me look like i'm taking down notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i guess nothing much happened, but i've become evanesence and lifehouse's fan of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o levels results were out.&lt;br /&gt;people around me crying, jumping for joy, feeling helpless..&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i will be and that scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;i disappointed someone who taught me so many things.&lt;br /&gt;it kept going in,&lt;br /&gt;but still, we lost it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why i joined the 3 on 3 competition.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i don't feel like going at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its time to catch up with my sleep, my eyes' been getting worse lately.&lt;br /&gt;before that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Under your spell again&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you&lt;br /&gt;crave my heart and its bleeding in your hand&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;now I can't let go of this dream&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe but I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Good enough&lt;br /&gt;I feel good enough for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Drink up sweet decadence&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you&lt;br /&gt;and I've completely lost myself and I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Shouldn't have let you conquer me completely&lt;br /&gt;now I can't let go of this dream&lt;br /&gt;can't believe that I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Good enough&lt;br /&gt;I feel good enough&lt;br /&gt;its been such a long time coming, but I feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;and I'm still waiting for the rain to fall&lt;br /&gt;pour real life down on me&lt;br /&gt;cause I can't hold on to anything this good&lt;br /&gt;enough&lt;br /&gt;am I good enough&lt;br /&gt;for you to love me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;so take care what you ask of me&lt;br /&gt;cause I can't say no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20296221-117104294144725715?l=myconfession--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconfession--.blogspot.com/feeds/117104294144725715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20296221&amp;postID=117104294144725715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20296221/posts/default/117104294144725715'/><link 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