<?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-8671721</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:13:01.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pline}potato}p}paul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-114725086352346897</id><published>2006-05-10T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:47:43.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW BLOG: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://miodrago.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://miodrago.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-114725086352346897?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/114725086352346897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/114725086352346897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-blog-httpmiodrago.html' title=''/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112617140047368594</id><published>2005-09-08T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:24:20.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice skin!</title><content type='html'>yoww. i like this skin!&lt;br /&gt;thankx to LENA for recommending it ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;the marquee below is heavenly. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;``my world revolves around my two blogs``&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112617140047368594?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112617140047368594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112617140047368594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/09/nice-skin.html' title='nice skin!'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112290398177783292</id><published>2005-08-01T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:46:21.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pple. below contains LOTS of vulgarity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pls do not read if u are below 14. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY SHIT LA&lt;br /&gt;cant u just TURN OFF THE LIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;WA LAU MY OWN HOME I ALSO DUNT WASTE ELECTRICITY LA&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK U PAY US THEN ITS UR HOME ARH?&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT LOR.&lt;br /&gt;and PLEASE la. YOUR LIES ARE SO DAM OBVIOUS I FEEL LIKE JUST SCREAMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"FUCK YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IN YOUR FACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think u VERY PRETTY AH? SPEND HALF AN HOUR HIDING IN THE TOILET. THINK I DUNNO WAT U DOING MEH&lt;br /&gt;WEAR 3 B*** AND STIL ONE SICKENING SMUG FACE.&lt;br /&gt;WTF LA&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;br /&gt;I GIVE UP TRYING TO BE NICE.&lt;br /&gt;COS YOU JUST RETURN IT WITH LIES AND TROUBLE!&lt;br /&gt;DUNT EVEN KNOW HOW TO CHERISH THE CHANCE TO STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW HOW HARD ISIT FOR UR PARENTS NOT.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT! YOU LIE, YOU DO USELESS THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;THEN?&lt;br /&gt;YOU SPEND ONE HOUR A DAY PRAYING.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEV CAN OR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT RACIST&lt;br /&gt;BUT PLS LA&lt;br /&gt;I DUN UNDERSTAND HOW CAN U BE SO RELIGIOUS AND FREAKING DISHONEST?&lt;br /&gt;CRYCRYCRY WHEN MUM LEAVES...&lt;br /&gt;MAKE HER HAPPY LA&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112290398177783292?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112290398177783292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112290398177783292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/08/fucking-hell.html' title='FUCKING HELL'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112278070294342454</id><published>2005-07-31T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T11:31:42.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backsomer backsomer backsomer~~!</title><content type='html'>ytd's trng was SHIOK.&lt;br /&gt;finally got to do backsomer! woots~&lt;br /&gt;and conditioning was SO SHIOK.&lt;br /&gt;im aching like shit now and i feel good.&lt;br /&gt;nice to inflict useful pain on urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i discovered tt now im officially PORCUPLINE!&lt;br /&gt;wahahaa. and teo now calls me porcupine x)&lt;br /&gt;then combining pawpaw and tt, im PAWQPLINE!&lt;br /&gt;wahahaa. so hilarious. i need a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abt wheelchair...was torn abt whether i shud gosee william tan not..&lt;br /&gt;then got so much hmwk..sighh so in the end decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;no point ya, even though aline and huiyi gg also...&lt;br /&gt;one more hour and they are meeting...&lt;br /&gt;but im not abt to change my mind cos...&lt;br /&gt;MY HOMEWORK IS STILL STARING AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework groanwork. think i'll do now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112278070294342454?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112278070294342454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112278070294342454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/backsomer-backsomer-backsomer.html' title='backsomer backsomer backsomer~~!'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112263144726568373</id><published>2005-07-29T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:04:07.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HAIR!</title><content type='html'>MY HAIR! i first was sorta...okok abt it..cos i was determined to cut off my hair.&lt;br /&gt;then my dad told me it looked ok. tts gd cos i tot he wouldnt like it.&lt;br /&gt;then aft i bathed, ALL THE HAIR STOOD UP. i was like OH NO HOW. now i need gel to make it STAY DOWN. i dunt even need to spike la..mebbe jus wax the wild strands tgt. one word to describe. WILD. yepz. so i tried to press it down with a hairband. and so now it looks better x)&lt;br /&gt;lol. i look ugly and wierd.&lt;br /&gt;but i like it ;)&lt;br /&gt;now im downright guy.&lt;br /&gt;downright PAUL. x)&lt;br /&gt;nicholas! maybe you can grow ur hair long! then we will be paul and nicole! xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112263144726568373?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112263144726568373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112263144726568373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-hair.html' title='MY HAIR!'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112228353261877533</id><published>2005-07-25T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:25:32.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im still sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRFDAE WANCHEE&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRFDAE JIAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRFDAE HUIWENN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. been abit unwilling to blog cos of some mental blockage.&lt;br /&gt;been somewhat sad, but is now better at keeping it from surfacing and suffocating me.&lt;br /&gt;finished harry potter just a few days ago too, and was DEVASTATED. but it made my cry like shit and im grateful for tt. =/&lt;br /&gt;haf come to think of this question, actually wad will PPLE feel if i were to die tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;=/ i know its stupid..but just wondering... i will definitely si bu ming mu becos i haf so much i haven said to some pple yet. and yet knowing i'll regret it, i still keep it inside becos its gonna disrupt the "peace" now. and i dun want tt. so i choose to regret. so why am i still sad? i've decided rite. then there's no point dwelling on it. RIGHT. get a life paul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112228353261877533?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112228353261877533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112228353261877533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-still-sad.html' title='im still sad.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112200699248120559</id><published>2005-07-22T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T12:36:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>='(</title><content type='html'>WANCHEE IS SICK x'((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112200699248120559?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112200699248120559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112200699248120559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='=&apos;('/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112159305868671032</id><published>2005-07-17T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:20:52.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gym dinnerrocked_</title><content type='html'>lemme blog abt gym dinner.&lt;br /&gt;in short, it rocked.&lt;br /&gt;in not-so-short, it made me cry like siao, even till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so let's start in bishan. we had the prize presentation. c-div got 3rd, and b-div got 1st. that made us have 2 golds, 1 silver and 1 bronze. im sorry i din reli do my best in vault. anyway, aft foto-taking and some cheering wif RI, and a briefing by mrs lim and ivy and denise,we went to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once i chose the right shirt. haha. i think its my fav shirt now.&lt;br /&gt;everyone looked great. so we set off.&lt;br /&gt;aft some wierd stuff happening on the way, we were on the MRT!&lt;br /&gt;and i stuck to the sec 4s ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;we crapped alot la. ALOT xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we reached city hall. walked to suntec. crapped some more =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we reached the restaurant at milemnia walk. i forgot the name oops. but the cakes still make me OOLALA now x)&lt;br /&gt;and about half of us were inside while the rest had to go outside. had huiru wenxin melissa wanchee huihui juee and the QUIET huiqi around me. SO HIGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and wanchee ordered first! we ordered erm...wassit? Penne with bacon and cheese or sth. it was wonderful...at first. then. the pasta started icking me out. it was very disgusting to swallow. i was trying to drown it in cream sauce and bacon but it stil made me sick towards the end. then nicenice wenxin helped me finish it up when i really couldnt take it anymore. IM SORRY I FORGOT I SHUDNT SHARE UNTESILS WIF UUUUU &gt; &lt; sorray dear!! then..koped hui's nice pizza from her. we were all taking her pizza just as she was abt to finish one slice. HAHA. it was delicious compared to the pasta. ate my medicine cos dunno why i suddenly started hacking away. they say cos i was tired. and the rationale was tt i only coughed at night. =_=? ahwell. then i ordered the WONDERFUL CHOCOLATE AMER altho i knew full well that it would kill me. but it was great and i recovered from my pasta nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then..paid money...wanjun and ivy were very busy doing that. haha. in the end i think somebody didnt pay $9. after tt outside the restaurant charlene and clara and the rest rounded up the sec4s and teo and performed their poem to them. haha i was the stupid MC. hilarious. so hilarious i started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. we then walked to suntec city. i lagged behind the sec4s for once tt day and cried with jess. sher was at a loss about wad to do haha. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went up to the sky garden. the sec4s started playing on the monkey bars and i was trying to memorise the scene. haha. sounds wierd doesnt it. then i whipped out my camera and took a few shots, giving up after unsuccessfully trying to un-blur the pics. stupid cam. then played arnd with them till everyone came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they performed the choral speaking agn. haha. i was the dumb MC again and didnt contribute anything =( ivy videotaped them and everyone was happy. they gave the gifts to the sec4s onli to find juee's missing. x( wad happened i dunno but now its with charlene =) then they made me do the areyoudumb quiz to eve. haha. so lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my dad's sms came. and i had to leave. lots of ppl had to leave. and i sort of forgot that the next day i would see them at openhouse so i started hugging them and wailing my face into a wreck. wenxin was trying to teach me how to cry nicely ^ ^ but it didnt work lol. then they started crying cos i was crying then i couldnt stop crying. x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i left with joy and we walked to city hall again in record speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home, and cried to sleep. its so LAME BUT IM SAD WAT.&gt; &lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112159305868671032?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112159305868671032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112159305868671032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/gym-dinnerrocked.html' title='gym dinnerrocked_'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112135014997581191</id><published>2005-07-14T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:09:09.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piaoyi_</title><content type='html'>am listening to piaoyi now...the one with brakes at every corner..&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it makes me rmb things.&lt;br /&gt;the screeching of the brakes...seem to echo my pain.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the movie.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb jay.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb his scenes.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb my pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112135014997581191?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112135014997581191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112135014997581191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/piaoyi.html' title='piaoyi_'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112116668741535108</id><published>2005-07-12T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:11:27.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>URESHII HI !!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>wahaha. TODAY IS A HAPPY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemma elaborate! no dun u go running away...&lt;br /&gt;firstly, MATHS PT IS OUTTA MY LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;secondly, RS WAS SLACKING TIME TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, im not bothered by chem even tho its really chim. its getting cooler by the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;and fourthly, MOST IMPTLY...&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;i met my long-lost (err..rite..) FRENS OF THE JAPAN IMERSION TRIP lol.&lt;br /&gt;namely aline ariele gabu and isaac sim~&lt;br /&gt;woohoooo im so happy!!!! yayyayayayayaya~~~&lt;br /&gt;-bounces arnd in joy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rare for me to feel so happy. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112116668741535108?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112116668741535108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112116668741535108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/ureshii-hi.html' title='URESHII HI !!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112091870987002813</id><published>2005-07-09T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:18:29.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed again_</title><content type='html'>had a talk wif jia in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;fa xie all my anger. thx jia for listening lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at night chatted with hong.&lt;br /&gt;which got me thinking. and i was even surer of my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad ppl of the world. i know it doesnt work but cheer up. &lt;br /&gt;this is lame cos it isnt working at all.&lt;br /&gt;how do i know?&lt;br /&gt;cos i dun feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not thinkin straight. need sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112091870987002813?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112091870987002813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112091870987002813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/depressed-again.html' title='depressed again_'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112089969293831823</id><published>2005-07-09T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T17:01:35.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress_</title><content type='html'>this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;gotta miss 3rd lang for both days next week.&lt;br /&gt;and gotta talk to zhanghao and mak.&lt;br /&gt;and gotta chiong maths pt.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant sign into msn.&lt;br /&gt;and im afraid i'll not do well for vault.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel empty as i stare at my quiet handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only gd thing is tt vault wasnt tt bad todae...&lt;br /&gt;and i did back somer!!! lots of it!!! wooohooooo~&lt;br /&gt;and nat and noey taught me to double front somer into pit.&lt;br /&gt;funfunfun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to artistic pple! jus dun be nervous k! LAUGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112089969293831823?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112089969293831823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112089969293831823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/stress.html' title='stress_'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112087131658140411</id><published>2005-07-09T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T09:08:36.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH. MY. GOD.</title><content type='html'>OH. MY. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;im actually still in abit of disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;o_0&lt;br /&gt;went crazy with jess &amp; sher yesterday in school cos it was like the knowledge just sank in then. =_="&lt;br /&gt;and we went to pester wanchee. ^ ^ mebbe i shall go with them to kachiao the others too x)&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously aint dreaming???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;WELL DONE EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-screams and yelps and jumps in circles-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112087131658140411?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112087131658140411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112087131658140411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-my-god.html' title='OH. MY. GOD.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112065717500161604</id><published>2005-07-06T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:39:35.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comp trials.</title><content type='html'>ok. im dam tired but i shal blog abit.&lt;br /&gt;today was comp trials. &lt;br /&gt;was dam freaked out. its dam stressing.&lt;br /&gt;but it was not cos of nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;actly i like tt tramp. tho it has many big holes x)&lt;br /&gt;ah well. its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went over to fiona's hse to make tarts. for everyone. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;it was dam fun. tho i pierced my finger wif a bloody staple and boiled my finger wif the konnyaku jelly =_=" lol.&lt;br /&gt;but also very tird cos stood the whole day. my eyelids are actly droopin but i jus haf this need to fa xie my xin qing by blogging for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx everyone. i've been sorta making a mountain outta a molehill abt my comp. its actly no big deal to u guys yet i jus go on and on abt how stressing it is. &gt;&lt; im sorry... its jus tt its so impt to me im rather high abt it...gomen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to aline: HEY DUDE i miss u too...dun worry u can do it! and wen we meet, we shal haf a laughing spree!! ^ ^ ok? dun fret very soon it will be over. in less than 24 hrs...it will be over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to sec 4 snrs...pls jiayou k! u guys can do it! honestly speaking, its the sight of ur wonderful routines tt make me aim higher everytime. im saving all my tears for tmr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well...slightly disapointed today too. but nvm. i shud haf known. i shud stop lying to myself soon... and go to the cookie store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112065717500161604?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112065717500161604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112065717500161604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/comp-trials.html' title='comp trials.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112031604907824194</id><published>2005-07-02T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:54:09.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to huihui. =p</title><content type='html'>this is dedicated to huihui!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there to point at my mistakes and reminding me to stop 'shitting'!!&lt;br /&gt;rofl.&lt;br /&gt;and tolerating my spasticism on msn.&lt;br /&gt;haha ganbatte for comp on thurs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of corse. thanks to all seniors! and peers! and juniors!&lt;br /&gt;and...all in betweens!&lt;br /&gt;my first contact day!! wahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112031604907824194?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112031604907824194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112031604907824194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/dedicated-to-huihui-p.html' title='dedicated to huihui. =p'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112027279358341494</id><published>2005-07-02T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T10:53:13.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THX SHINYIII.</title><content type='html'>THIS IS DEDICATED TO SHINYIII, MY BELOVED BENEFACTOR.&lt;br /&gt;today i tried on contacts.&lt;br /&gt;and i was dashing around when my contacts dropped off my finger.&lt;br /&gt;i was FREAKED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;I DID WAT I TOT WAS OK.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I FREAKED OUT MORE COS I SCARED WAT I DID WAS NOT OK.&lt;br /&gt;SO I WAS SCREAMING TO MY WONDERFUL SHINYI.&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE MANAGED TO CONSOLE THE SHRIEKING ME OVER MSN.&lt;br /&gt;phew. still abit worried but very more at ease.&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU SHINNNNNN!!!!!! -hugs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112027279358341494?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112027279358341494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112027279358341494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/thx-shinyiii.html' title='THX SHINYIII.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112023062378242900</id><published>2005-07-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:10:23.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate those wu liao rgs parents</title><content type='html'>had parent-meeeting-session at night in school today.&lt;br /&gt;SUX BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;esp at the end wen a parent asked a question and she was like U ALL JUST THINK UNTIL A-LEVELS LA? U ALL DUN SEE BEYOND. and she and the principal was almost having a debate. &lt;br /&gt;I ALR CANT STAND THE SCHOOL LOOKING AT JC.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW THE PARENT IS COMPLAINING ABT THE SCHOOL NOT LOOKING FAR ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;WTH LA. THINK ABT UNI SO EARLY FOR WAT SHIT? STILL TINK OF CAREER? FANGPI LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder the students come out lidat. -rolls eyes (huiyi fashion)-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112023062378242900?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112023062378242900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112023062378242900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-those-wu-liao-rgs-parents.html' title='i hate those wu liao rgs parents'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-112004038192105283</id><published>2005-06-29T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T19:35:43.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contacts!!</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY CONTACTS&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;with my mum sumore!&lt;br /&gt;today really got emotion roller coaster...&lt;br /&gt;i felt tired, sad, angry, happy, crazy today.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe some in-betweens. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;now im feeling neutral becos all the sadness+anger have blended with happiness+craziness and im all mixed up i guess.&lt;br /&gt;cant believe it happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;one moment i was afraid mum will not agree to getting contacts.&lt;br /&gt;the next moment im sitting there trying to get the contacts to stick to my eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;it was hard to get it in. until the optician let me try the cheaper kind. AND IT WORKED. wahaha. i saved $20. lol. and its better sumore. yay. &lt;br /&gt;eyes sort of tired right now. will go shit then eat dinner then its time to crap out my RS journal! ah well. i can do it yea lin? ^ ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-112004038192105283?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112004038192105283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/112004038192105283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/06/contacts.html' title='contacts!!'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111995837252082705</id><published>2005-06-28T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:32:52.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realised that next thurs is comp alr.</title><content type='html'>made a 'discovery' today.&lt;br /&gt;competition is next thurs!&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;and i thot it was 2 weeks away...&lt;br /&gt;wanchee jiejie hurt her ankle...so sad..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS is driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;maths pt is driving me crazy too.&lt;br /&gt;but i CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;i will cry in the process. just leave me.&lt;br /&gt;rest assured that i will survive! with you beside me ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing today.&lt;br /&gt;i slept abt 3 times in the day.&lt;br /&gt;first in the morning. i slept thru pledge-taking. lol and i think eileen was calling my name but i couldnt really open my eyes...SORRY! x)&lt;br /&gt;then i was dozing off in maths class.&lt;br /&gt;that's new.&lt;br /&gt;though jasonng is irritating stimes but i can always pay attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;and i was nodding to sleep as he was standing just in front of me giving us answers...&lt;br /&gt;and he said sth like "I can see some pple dozing off ah!" thn i think he's referring to me. lol. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;then it was before trng..was first to get there...thn i laid on the nice mat..thn juee came to talk to me. ^ ^ oo juee so nice today..=p thn after awhile both of us fell asleep. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANBATTE PPLE! oh ya i just rmbd that i hafta prepare the presents for all of u...x( paiseh ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111995837252082705?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111995837252082705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111995837252082705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/06/realised-that-next-thurs-is-comp-alr.html' title='realised that next thurs is comp alr.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111986912607447879</id><published>2005-06-27T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:49:41.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache. first day of sch...=(</title><content type='html'>headache.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt really fall asleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;think i tossed around for about an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was surprised that school ended so quickly today.&lt;br /&gt;then it was 3rd lang alr.&lt;br /&gt;and i was literally nodding to sleep in front of sensei lol.&lt;br /&gt;and she called me to tell me sth. i guess to wake me up too haha. gomenasai sensei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eetou ne...then saw fiona, ding, brandon, peiying, jiahui and joycelyn aft 3rd lang...thn had some lonely time at the moelc gates waiting for mama...was abit sad..and headachy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...as i face the problem of relocating where the hell is my geog ws, netai desu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111986912607447879?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111986912607447879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111986912607447879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/06/headache-first-day-of-sch.html' title='headache. first day of sch...=('/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111976721049476893</id><published>2005-06-26T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:26:50.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of hols.</title><content type='html'>last day of hols.&lt;br /&gt;slept at 2 last nite (this morning) woolala.&lt;br /&gt;so happy lol. x)&lt;br /&gt;so now my spore record is 2, and my japan record is 3. nyaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway was re-looking at my tagboard..and saw joyc's tag..TANKEW SO MUCH JOYCELYN!! i will survive! -hug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw fiona's tag. ROFL. no wonder u are my jnr sia..this kinda logic can only come out of wierd pple. AHAHA yes WE are wierd ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished clearing some parts of my room! well, it still looks like a pigsty if u ask me. ah well cant be helped. got one lazy sister and another lazy sister in it. poor mum. alamak. forget it la mama, think someone can die trying to clear up our mess. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis told me abt my sleeping situation last night. i covered myself with 3 blankets and hugged my security-blanket and bolster, becos sis on the aircon and i cant stand the cold. she told me when she got up to switch off the air con, she saw all my blankets on the floor and me curled up on the bed. -.-" rite. i wonder how i manage to wake up with the blankets when i was in japan. TOLD U WE ARE WIERD FIONA. but of course, im wierder. i sleep-talk and sleep-SWIM before. -.-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite i'll go watch dvd now ^ ^ blog again later maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111976721049476893?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111976721049476893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111976721049476893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-day-of-hols.html' title='last day of hols.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111971254691198329</id><published>2005-06-25T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:15:47.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>result of listening to hudie...</title><content type='html'>ok. im touched, sad, and depressed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touched_&lt;br /&gt;fiona's blog...goodness..i really think i din do much. but well.. =) jus dun think too much kae? -hug-&lt;br /&gt;and ding...thanks for being there to listen...really made me less unstable...-HUG-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad_&lt;br /&gt;brother sent me picture of he and his new girlfriend. and there's just this pain when i saw their hands interlocked..guess in my heart she'll alwaes be my da sao...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressd_&lt;br /&gt;was listening to hudie on the car on the way home..and thot of the many things tt happend in this hols..and..well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111971254691198329?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111971254691198329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111971254691198329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/06/result-of-listening-to-hudie.html' title='result of listening to hudie...'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111969198069312221</id><published>2005-06-25T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:33:00.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trials. and re-reading of horoscope.</title><content type='html'>today's training was rather stressful but easy.&lt;br /&gt;had trials today. chose my lucky number 4 la...then didnt expect teo to really call my number. lol. then sat on the tramp for sooo long..i started to get nervous. and wen i stress, my routine goes haywire. lol. but it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn second time...was better! x) but my back drop sucked and affected my frontpike. -pout- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, the sec one artistic girls and audrey were vaulting. so i asked teo if i was still vaulting? and yes i am. so i vaulted. and my knee sort of hurt. but it was quite song4 so i did it abt 4 more times haha. dunno if im happy or not...after tramp competition gotta train for artistic competition??? owel. wateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn on the car back home. i re-read my horoscope again. yes that horrible, came-true horoscope. today is the last day of my bad horoscope. i read it closely this time...and..i realised that the 2nd part came true too...QING TIAN PI LI..and i swore to myself i'll never read a horoscope again, unless im bored to tears or...i get out of this mess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111969198069312221?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111969198069312221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111969198069312221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/06/trials-and-re-reading-of-horoscope.html' title='trials. and re-reading of horoscope.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111961291782841714</id><published>2005-06-24T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:51:45.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of the horoscope...=/</title><content type='html'>today's trng was shitty.&lt;br /&gt;4 routines in a row, 40 sit-ups, 40 push-ups, 40 arch-ups, 40 star jumps.&lt;br /&gt;times 3.&lt;br /&gt;and tmr got trials. dammit la my knee and ankle hurts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mediacorp was filming at henrypark...my dad and mum came to pick me up..and my dad was in a bad mood cos they were filming there. and tt pissd me off, cos tts wat i wanna do.  mebbe i'll change my mind, cos now i really dunno. i jus wanna study finish, get a cert to make them happy, then STOP. then i will do wat i want. problem is it seems lyk wat i want now...they dun like.. i condition hard for gym, they say dun do too much, its JUST a cca. i sing all day, they say go do assessment la! i also know i can do it. u just dunno that i dun want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just thinkin too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111961291782841714?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111961291782841714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111961291782841714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-day-of-horoscope.html' title='last day of the horoscope...=/'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111952641593625880</id><published>2005-06-23T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T19:33:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>initial d</title><content type='html'>god i love initial d..&lt;br /&gt;i need to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;and tho his love life sux, im ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;cos he stays SINGLE wahaha. oops did i jus spoil the show for some of u? =p&lt;br /&gt;go watch! it totally rox...&lt;br /&gt;wanted to keep the "cop-porn" box but...mum dun let...IM SORRY JIE LUN..&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i haf the notebk YAHAHAHA. sorry guys u din haf the chance to even jankenpon. ;)&lt;br /&gt;dammit. the movie has got me so depressd. and probli sth else too...&lt;br /&gt;and i gues tt was the last gathering b4 we return to our doom ya? =(&lt;br /&gt;dammit. oh dammit im using so many dammits. NICHOLAS!!!!!! dammit! xp&lt;br /&gt;man i miss u all alr.....................ABUNAI~~~ (wat was tt for?)&lt;br /&gt;ilove J.A.Y~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111952641593625880?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111952641593625880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111952641593625880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/06/initial-d.html' title='initial d'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111940051858589061</id><published>2005-06-22T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:35:18.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the depression after a trip.</title><content type='html'>i've always dreaded holidays because of the utter depression i feel after it. &lt;br /&gt;and this time...its a THREE WEEK LONG ONE WITH A GROUP OF CRAZY PPLE.&lt;br /&gt;and im the craziest.&lt;br /&gt;we went outta control for THREE WHOLE WEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;its unnatural to be sitting at the com typing an entry...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for an account of my trip, pls go to ALINE'S BLOG! lol cos i dun have her patience. everthing should be around the same except that i went to shijimizuka~ &lt;br /&gt;it rocks so much i dunno how to put it into words. so forget it. ask me abt it.&lt;br /&gt;and of course the youth hostel in the last 3 days. those were the craziest and happiest days. and because they were at the end of the trip, i didnt have time to cool down before i returned to reality. so i fell hard. &lt;br /&gt;wateva it is, gotta thank all of u guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`mr tan. ok u are really irritating MOST of the time. but we probably irritated u back anyway. so just go polish up ur jap. it sux. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;`muto sensei...you look wonderful w/o make-up as well! and it wasnt THAT abunai was it =p THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;`all e guys..aaron, hongcheng, brandon, nicholas, isaac, ISAAC, gabriel. -xiong di!- haha sorry abt the times where my fooling arnd went overboard. and thx for letting me pester u guys with the password 5 katakanas ROFL. really la. we rock. ok fine. you rock. THANKSSSS&lt;br /&gt;`all e girls~ fiona, ding, peiying, huiyi, xinhui, jiahui, joycelyn, sam, aline, jeaness, audrey, ariele...thx for tolerating my gender-changes that are pretty irritating hor. u rock! -giant hugg- THANKSSSS&lt;br /&gt;`all jap ppl i've met...okaasan..mikana...all the hosts...all the cute guys and cute girls...&lt;br /&gt;`all spore frens...gymmers, onions...thx for all your concern and emails...missed u guys there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...im goin to cry agn...haha...pls promise tt our frenships are going to be extended forever beyond tt 3 weeks...man so corny but nvm! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111940051858589061?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111940051858589061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111940051858589061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/06/depression-after-trip.html' title='the depression after a trip.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111778073537163729</id><published>2005-06-03T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:38:55.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shijimizuka com lab__</title><content type='html'>hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;im in the japan sku com lab now&lt;br /&gt;watchin ju-on wif fellow peeps haha&lt;br /&gt;owel, i lub multi taskin&lt;br /&gt;how leh? i'v been havin great fun&lt;br /&gt;esp ytd heh. anw. ppl miss me?&lt;br /&gt;i m very well dun worry japan ppl are reli nice&lt;br /&gt;oh there's 2 hot guys in my class too! nyahaha&lt;br /&gt;ok im not reli interstd in THEM hehehehehehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;lalalla. ok ppl duno wad to say liao.&lt;br /&gt;oh anw im losing all my muscles cos im too lazy to do conditioning much. mebe i'll do it now in the lab lol. i do not regret tho_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111778073537163729?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111778073537163729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111778073537163729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/06/shijimizuka-com-lab.html' title='shijimizuka com lab__'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111736145614248411</id><published>2005-05-29T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T18:10:56.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mikana san no ie ni...</title><content type='html'>kon nichiwa~&lt;br /&gt;now im at mikana san`s home. jus had dinner. it was great tis 2 days. din even cry at all. wich is a miracle. so ppl dun wory. they are very nice and patient wif me. the communication barrier is irritating, but they r very nice abt it.&lt;br /&gt;how r u guys? im missin u all alot...surviving w/o　me? x)) very nice xperience. but dun wna spend  too much time on internet so i`ll post nex time ba. hope i dun 4get~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok peeps~ i`ll be goin off~ take carey! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111736145614248411?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111736145614248411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111736145614248411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/05/mikana-san-no-ie-ni.html' title='mikana san no ie ni...'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111720601032046662</id><published>2005-05-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:01:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sobb`</title><content type='html'>-sobs-&lt;br /&gt;todae is a heart-breaking day.&lt;br /&gt;thx to me. &lt;br /&gt;ah well. happy abt back and front somer tho. =)&lt;br /&gt;big huggies to all. lub u guys loads.&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;-sobs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111720601032046662?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111720601032046662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111720601032046662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/05/sobb.html' title='sobb`'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111698145868538721</id><published>2005-05-25T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T08:37:38.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRD~~</title><content type='html'>ok. wat am i goin to do?&lt;br /&gt;i shal rush work so tt no nid to bring too much to japan to doooo =))&lt;br /&gt;wat work??&lt;br /&gt;-geog articles (no need ah??? really...)&lt;br /&gt;-RS!!! x( but nvm i'll do! ;)&lt;br /&gt;-chinese pt...individual one de.&lt;br /&gt;-CONDITIONING! nyahaha. how? tink get kickd outa sku team or sth =p&lt;br /&gt;kk. goin to recess wif my darling princess now. &lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111698145868538721?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111698145868538721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111698145868538721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/05/tird.html' title='TIRD~~'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111668883747565149</id><published>2005-05-21T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:20:37.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>content__</title><content type='html'>content&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;happy go lucky (not heck care)&lt;br /&gt;grateful&lt;br /&gt;SOLVER x)&lt;br /&gt;zoooom~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111668883747565149?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111668883747565149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111668883747565149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/05/content.html' title='content__'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111658261198122744</id><published>2005-05-20T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:50:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuffed up__</title><content type='html'>feelin stuffed up, wateva it means. wat i think it means. x/&lt;br /&gt;anw, a big hug to lin, shwa hh, joo, yu, im reli grateful.&lt;br /&gt;i wil try to tink "sku is ok." =)) my best. lin, u are so rite. i pin too much on the past and present. =/ wil try to get out. =)&lt;br /&gt;and lena, u haf my fullest suport! slowwwwly does it! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111658261198122744?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111658261198122744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111658261198122744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/05/stuffed-up.html' title='stuffed up__'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111640723937119175</id><published>2005-05-18T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T17:07:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xiang kai ri___</title><content type='html'>today is xiang kai ri.&lt;br /&gt;tankew rain. tankew all. tankew jia. tankew lin. tankew hua.tankew all all all. im reli ok.&lt;br /&gt;dam u RS! U SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;yes. ~resentment~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111640723937119175?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111640723937119175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111640723937119175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/05/xiang-kai-ri.html' title='xiang kai ri___'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111628403938115582</id><published>2005-05-17T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T06:53:59.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lub the rain_______</title><content type='html'>i lub the rain.&lt;br /&gt;i lub greenery.&lt;br /&gt;i lub singing.&lt;br /&gt;pls rain agn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111628403938115582?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111628403938115582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111628403938115582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-lub-rain.html' title='i lub the rain_______'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111607997810570583</id><published>2005-05-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:12:58.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我相信___吗？</title><content type='html'>“捕捉不下来的美景，就算了吧。&lt;br /&gt;没有退路的时候，就认命吧。&lt;br /&gt;根本在能力以外的事，就别苦苦妄想了吧。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真想看得如此‘开‘。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111607997810570583?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111607997810570583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111607997810570583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='我相信___吗？'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111548058936767513</id><published>2005-05-07T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:56:27.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.4 over!!!! phew.</title><content type='html'>so cute!!! waa i want it!!!!! our spore 7-11 haf not?? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/candymusic2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;br /&gt;2.4 run. was so loathing of it tt angry tears came evn b4 the run strtd. wel of cos its b4 the run. -.- it was surprising. i went for 4 rounds b4 stoppin to walk!! o_0 tts quite an accomplishment. -.- thn as usual, i countd wrongly agn. on the 4th round done, i stuck out 1 finger and a questioning face at qi. and? she gave me 2 and a wide eyed look. haha. so was cursing mentally cos i realisd i was wrong. -.- so on i plodded....and reachd the end aft another painful walk. thn i realised. i. got. B. WTF how can tt happen to me? but wel. it did. im surprised. and elated. thank you qi for ur wonderful encouragement lol! but i stil DO NOT anticipate next yr's. to hell wif 2.4. hu the hel suggestd it man. f you. heh and aft tt we were cheering other peeps on, we shoutd swear words at triyono. "fuck u la run faster!" "godam you run so slow!" and aft tt she told us it workd great. YAY! haha. CONGRATS PPLE! ITS OVER! WE CAN NOW LOOK AT THE OTHR PEEPS AND SAY " HAH! YOUR TURN!!"&lt;br /&gt;then went home alone. went bus stop wif joycey. got onto bus, ezlink no $, bus driver a freakin chibai calculative unhelpful person, rgs girl never help,got off agn. MALU MALU MALU. but it was ok. some gurls at the bus stop answerd my yells for change. 212 denise (dunno her tho) gave me $!! thank u so much. u are relinice. unlyk sum pple...=( got off at thomsan plaza, walkd sleepily in, bot mums day prez, wich is a 3cd set, thn walked ACHINGLY another 1 km or more home. cos y? cos no more $. fuck. owel. for the sake of mama. haii. so home, dead beat, aching, tird. watchd jing zhong ren and cried, wen to slp and had a MOST SWEETEST, XiNG FU dream EVER. wen i woke up i quickly recordd it down in my diary. AWW yay. lest i 4get. wich i probably will. VERY SOON. aw man i noe it sounds stupid but to me its a very diff dream to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;went to beelan ah-yee's hse at yew tee. mum brot along a map so AS I NOTICED IT WAS YEW TEE AND CCK, i STUDIED IT CLOSELY. *sob* and wishd i didnt. T. T haii 4get it. mum got me fried squid to eat! yay! stil duno why they call the tentacles part "head" and the square, rather flat part "fritters"/"tail" wierd. thn gt a nice bun frm 4leaves for my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;xpecting a torture today, i steppd into the gym doors. rofl. and i was rite! we had frog jumps across the "he4 di4 tan3" (brown carpet lol), 20 pushups, frog jumps back, 20 jackknives, and tts one set. 4 sets in total. =// OH NO tts not the end. how can teo be SO NICE? wheelbarrow hand-walk across and back, 30 back rocks and 30 front rocks. 4 sets too. oh yea we rock so. =// thn 40 horrendous tuckjumps on a sinky mat. -.- dun i LOVE conditioning. haii. gues i need it la. left knee stil dam pain wen i jump and teo taped it up. NOPE im goin to ignore frm next trng onwards cos he told me the price of the tape. -.- today was BRA day. Bad Routine Day. so i din do much. mm. and we got our new gym shirt! wich is so SMALL it can fit 2 of me. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;went to amk aft trng. papa bot the jap electronic dict for me. nearly cried in front of the salespersn cos he lyk never evn ask if i want or not thn mke the decision. WA LAU la. thn she addd the britannica dict and mem card thn ok, mebe it IS worth e $$. so i calmed down and thankd dad. mapa said tt was my 18th birfdae prezent. how wunderful. den went home, bathd and went out ot orchard. bot 3 pairs of nice, big, comfy, i-miss-u pants. AW. frm the children-boys department. yay. mum bot it. and tt was my 18th birfdae prez frm her. =))&lt;br /&gt;just finishd writing her card! yay! happy mothers' day to all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnyawn snore snore~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111548058936767513?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111548058936767513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111548058936767513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/05/24-over-phew.html' title='2.4 over!!!! phew.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111520506800277452</id><published>2005-05-04T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:11:08.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eoi OVER! ^ ^</title><content type='html'>wahaha. eoi over woots! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;heh maths was dam crazy. nearly started crying halfway thru la. -___-" dam diff. are they suposed to give questions that they never teach? or isit ms nita? T_T&lt;br /&gt;bio was...ok...i tot bio wud be more challengin and fun...OWEL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn spastics-1 went out! ^ ^ jia dcidd not to go lazlazlaz min. =( we went to jacks place for lunchhhhh. was pretty nice~ dam full. hur and i actuly ATE DINNER JUST half hr  ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walkd arnd heeren for how long? urm arnd hour plus. me and lin signed a treaty (=__=) to wear sarong on racial harmony day! =) wen's tt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn we went bak to sku to do the science comp tingy. SO LAME la. l mean, the javelin throwing question, u noe how i answer? i look at the scenery behind one. BRILLIANT AYE? har. lame la. thn i tried to waste time by colouring all the dots wif my LEFT hand. ohohoh. i aim to train it well! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of rest, and its to jap mid yr! lalalalalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111520506800277452?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111520506800277452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111520506800277452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/05/eoi-over.html' title='eoi OVER! ^ ^'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111486576228812348</id><published>2005-04-30T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:56:02.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got into sku team.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;gym&lt;/strong&gt;: ben lai not nervous, c them nervous i aso nervous haha. thn cos nervous my straight jump was lyk shit. height was lyk shit. back drop aso lyk shit. but lucky judges lenient. ^ ^ yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt;: 2.4 is next fri. WTF. -detest- -hate- -utter rot-  EOIs, U R NO BETA DUN WORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT TAG AT LENA"S BOARD. =.= anw, i creatd a new name for u outta wierd emotions rofl. wat was it? oh yea. lena pamahalatarawaga ^ ^ awww...U R WELCOME. ^ ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111486576228812348?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111486576228812348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111486576228812348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/got-into-sku-team.html' title='got into sku team.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111468673657783268</id><published>2005-04-28T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:12:16.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lick off my nephews</title><content type='html'>rofl. here is wat happend today in point form. wil edit wen i haf time rofl&lt;br /&gt;-lick off my nephews, said jia&lt;br /&gt;-no pants on saturday, said teo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i hate pts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111468673657783268?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111468673657783268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111468673657783268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/lick-off-my-nephews.html' title='lick off my nephews'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111459410957780244</id><published>2005-04-27T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:28:29.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PTs SUCK</title><content type='html'>onaka ga ITAIIIIII~ T. T&lt;br /&gt;why leh. cos i ate VERY LITTLE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;-char kway toew, 1 plate&lt;br /&gt;-milk shake, 1 cup&lt;br /&gt;-hash brown, 1&lt;br /&gt;-biscuits, 1 pak&lt;br /&gt;-pink dolfin, 1 bottle + sum of hua's&lt;br /&gt;-fried rice, 1 big pak&lt;br /&gt;-banana, 1&lt;br /&gt;-mocha, 1 smal cup&lt;br /&gt;-pillows bisc, 1 pak&lt;br /&gt;-tiger bisc, 1 frm wenyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_0 end of argument. PTs-suck-time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111459410957780244?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111459410957780244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111459410957780244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/pts-suck.html' title='PTs SUCK'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111434483738597674</id><published>2005-04-24T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:13:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dad's angry at me. cos ytd i wun go out wif him, then today i went out wif girlfrens. wakau. next time how leh? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;im broke. had to suppres temptatn for food today cos need to save up for mum's day prez. any idea wen's mum's day?? gosh help. i need time!!!!! i need sleep! i need $$!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111434483738597674?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111434483738597674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111434483738597674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/dads-angry-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111425359428013275</id><published>2005-04-23T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T18:53:14.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;homework&lt;/strong&gt;: cheonging hist pt and everything minor by todae. then tmw morning will be mum's stuff...then tmw nite is sc and eng pt. ^ ^ JIAYOU EVRYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gym&lt;/strong&gt;: got a lenient score of 7.4 ov 8 for routine! yay. but i will nv be graceful. so...i'll work on my height insted!! ^ ^ yay happy trng tho i nearly sprained ankle. phew. it feels ok now. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birfdaes&lt;/strong&gt;: HAPPY BIRFDAE to veron and huiqin! ^ ^ tho i dun tink they'll c this haha. yup wil be spending an aftnn wif veron tmw! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to sad souls out there&lt;/strong&gt;: HELLO im here for u to use. for u to punch, cry on, hurl abuse at, shouted at...so pls shan4 jia1 li4 yong4! IF u are unlucky enuff not to know me. LOL too bad ur loss ^ ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111425359428013275?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111425359428013275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111425359428013275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/homework-cheonging-hist-pt-and.html' title=''/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111415884607486469</id><published>2005-04-22T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:37:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAA SORRY Lena...bleh...</title><content type='html'>im really sorry lena... =((&lt;br /&gt;paiseh paiseh paiseh paiseh paiseh paiseh paiseh&lt;br /&gt;sorryy sorryy sorryy sorryy sorryy sorryy sorryy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. off to pts now....=((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111415884607486469?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111415884607486469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111415884607486469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/waa-sorry-lenableh.html' title='WAA SORRY Lena...bleh...'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111408728713444153</id><published>2005-04-21T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:41:27.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss uu</title><content type='html'>todae is a stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, othr thn bio, every lesson suckd. only gd ting was tt eng sa is over.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, our com stud video is gone. officially i gues. so darn angry can.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, im remindd of the origin of my massaging skills. IM PROUD OF MY MASSAGING SKILLS SO SHUDDUP ABT IT. IM PROUD OF EVRYTHING IHAF SO SHUDDUP ABT THEM TOO. im pissd.&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, 3 pts to do. nid i elaborate. no i do not.&lt;br /&gt;fifthly, im sleepy. gdnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111408728713444153?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111408728713444153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111408728713444153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-miss-uu.html' title='i miss uu'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111399244038761516</id><published>2005-04-20T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:20:40.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahaha. geog sa OVER!</title><content type='html'>ok yay test over letts blog. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt;:i forgot wad happend in sku. but. haha. in moelc -luff- lena went fishing wif her earfone in hua's tomyam soup -luff- LOL la. haha see lena's bloggie 4 mor dtails. -luff- im -luff- too -luffluff- ji dong to recount -luff- then...song+dance prac...song prac was dumb, nth much done. dance prac was STUPID we did too much lol. the baldie is BIASD aganst us jap grp la. wad "not as nice as the german grp" "come german girls teach the jap girls how to dance" =.=" idiotic baldie. curse u bald all e way. mmm fiona(senior) and peiying(anderson sec3) got outta dance. HMPH. but they hafta do sth else so i guess they're not much beta off wahaha. mm sam also stuck in dance too. all he guys were stuck too since its lyk more girls thn guys and we nid PARTNERS. lol. ok. tts all i gues. dam tired tt day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: hmmm i forgot wad happend in sku too. XP owel. uh. ok. FORGET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today!&lt;/strong&gt;: mmm todae...geog test lor...quite ez haha. mmm...art sux...was tryin to cover my dimple cos...well. er. owel. AND MY ART PIECE SUX. the teachr was quite nice to put it in a nice way tt "its not nice". HAII. and i left my palette dryin in the sum wif my artfile on balcony in sku!!!!! gosh hope greenman or sickos dun da my palette de zhu yi. lol. thn 3rd lang was so lonely...lucky got yu and all e othrs durin lunch. MUMS CURRY ROX! anw -luff- aft tt missd seein sb but owel. thn...uh...nth liao le...ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee -luff- buhbuai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111399244038761516?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111399244038761516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111399244038761516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/wahaha-geog-sa-over.html' title='wahaha. geog sa OVER!'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111369949100491286</id><published>2005-04-17T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T08:59:32.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slept from 2 to 8?? new record</title><content type='html'>waaa. new record. i fell asleep laz nite (tis mornin) at 2 am! and...i woke up at 8?&lt;br /&gt;huh. wth. i cant bive tt. get to bed at 11 plus, toss for 3 hrs, slept 6. wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111369949100491286?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111369949100491286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111369949100491286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/slept-from-2-to-8-new-record.html' title='slept from 2 to 8?? new record'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111347848936450431</id><published>2005-04-14T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:34:49.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im getting real forgetful</title><content type='html'>OMG I CANT BLIV HOW FORGETFUL IM GETTING. i can tink of wat to get from my room, get to my room, and stand there staring at my table for 30 secs b4 rmbring i wantd to get my blouse. =.= HOW 4GETFUL IS TT?????????? -bangs head on table-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111347848936450431?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111347848936450431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111347848936450431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-getting-real-forgetful.html' title='im getting real forgetful'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111338453963189128</id><published>2005-04-13T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T17:28:59.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lena got her nametag. LOL.</title><content type='html'>lena got her nametag. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;wahaha. tink she's gna go =.= wen she sees tis. hmmm wunda if chen, lin and hua rmb to blog abt tis nt. ^ ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111338453963189128?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111338453963189128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111338453963189128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/lena-got-her-nametag-lol.html' title='lena got her nametag. LOL.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111324923908384047</id><published>2005-04-12T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T03:54:21.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm going to leave you, if you don't start acting like you want me to stay, What will you do when I find the strength to walk away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need sunshine to dry up the rain....I need time to take away the pain. I need a hole to hide away the shame...but I'll need a lifetime just to forget your name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It hurts to breathe because I know every breath I take proves I can live without you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wish on pale green stars they turn to dust before your eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus`a few _leena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111324923908384047?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111324923908384047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111324923908384047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-going-to-leave-you-if-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111314499115492277</id><published>2005-04-10T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:56:31.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nkf. i tink i wil nt be dpressd anymor. at least. nt DPRESED.</title><content type='html'>wahaha. nkf show so nish! ^ ^wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;i haf dcided. i haf dcided. i haf dcided.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. WAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULtimate Dad~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111314499115492277?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111314499115492277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111314499115492277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/nkf-i-tink-i-wil-nt-be-dpressd-anymor.html' title='nkf. i tink i wil nt be dpressd anymor. at least. nt DPRESED.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111310552178981296</id><published>2005-04-10T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T11:58:41.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When one door of happiness closes, the other opens. Often, we took too long looking at the closed one to notice the new one that has been opened for u</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When one door of happiness closes, the other opens. Often, we took too long looking at the closed one to notice the new one that has been opened for us...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. true hah. maybe it is so. so. i'll try lookin for e open one. where areeee you?? &lt;br /&gt;^ ^ VOTEPAULAF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111310552178981296?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111310552178981296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111310552178981296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-one-door-of-happiness-closes.html' title='When one door of happiness closes, the other opens. Often, we took too long looking at the closed one to notice the new one that has been opened for u'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111287975092713838</id><published>2005-04-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:15:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realisation. im realising sth. lyk my jay.</title><content type='html'>okayys i geddit i geddit. chennay no nid so ji dong lol. ^ ^ today was a wierd day. sc was pretty fun and i had 6 boys + 4 girls, one with blue eyes and the rest wif brown. X) lol anws. wierd cos i discoverd sth quite...uh...crushing. hm. sth like "crushing". and it was wen i got home thn i realisd. -laughs at myself- i hope im tinkin too much. but. gut feelin says "im quite sure!" i duno. i duno. i hate sku. homework: [chennay dun read on if not u r goin to scold me for dedicating a post to hmwk lol]&lt;br /&gt;-maths ass&lt;br /&gt;-lit ws&lt;br /&gt;-yue du bao gao&lt;br /&gt;-geog ws&lt;br /&gt;-s&amp;d speech&lt;br /&gt;-rs ass&lt;br /&gt;-hist pt&lt;br /&gt;okok. i tink there're more but i'll spare anyone hu actualy dared to venture until here. gym was BAD. back continued hurting and i did 2 ok ones out of all 6 horrible ones. tts BAD. thn cramp and headache. nid to slp. wat m i doin here thn??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111287975092713838?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111287975092713838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111287975092713838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/realisation-im-realising-sth-lyk-my.html' title='realisation. im realising sth. lyk my jay.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111270907622300298</id><published>2005-04-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T21:51:16.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RS SUX. gosh.</title><content type='html'>dammit. i'v been cryin in anger so frequently. RS SUX!!!!! "you all think you &lt;strong&gt;deserve&lt;/strong&gt; to be here? just because you are the top 5%?" NO! I NEVER WANTED TO BE HERE! I &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; TO BE HERE DIDNT I?? "you are taught this because when you get into university, which we &lt;strong&gt;expect&lt;/strong&gt; you to, you will have use for these skills" IF IM DOING THIS SHIT IN UNI, NO IM NOT GETTING IN. f-it!!!!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111270907622300298?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111270907622300298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111270907622300298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/rs-sux-gosh.html' title='RS SUX. gosh.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111245593140039619</id><published>2005-04-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:32:11.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gym nites</title><content type='html'>phew. gym nites over at last! so dam tird. =.= anw...these 2 days were mixd bag of gd and bad la..er. wel bad was they forcd me to curl my hair in e end no nid to curl, the dam leotard stank, and our performance time was toooo short. gd was ^ ^ bondd wif all gym kiddos real nice, i din screw up, and....I GOT FLOWERS!! come to tink abt it..tis is e first time i got flowers... =D so TANKEW jia lena and fiona!  ^ ^ yay! me gna dry the flowas nice and kip em.  ^ ^ err wad else? oh yea.. papa mama came to watch on sat, but wel, pa tinks that they tiao lai tiao qu all the same moves, ma tinks we too short a performance, and nv comment on me at all. wel. gues tis kinda stuf doesnt click wif pa and ma tinks rythmic is harder. i min, wel, im xpectd to jus study here yea?? =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111245593140039619?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111245593140039619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111245593140039619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/04/gym-nites.html' title='gym nites'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111174471248507423</id><published>2005-03-25T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T17:59:54.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only love. dont cry.</title><content type='html'>It's a cold February night. People are bustling through the streets, either pulling up their coat collars or wrapping scarves around their necks, trying to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold today.I'm standing at my window, looking at the people moving like little dots. Standing in a heated room, I'm beginning to pity those people. Why don't they go home? Do they plan on wandering until morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Almost time to go home! My boyfriend must be going crazy." One of the nurses breathe a sign of relief. "Still needs to work overtime on Valentine's Day. It's so unfair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are fortunate." Another nurse says. "Some people don't have anyone waiting for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean Dr. Shu?" Like Sherlock Holmes, my ears perk up when I hear my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember how she lost control on this day last year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I do." A nurse shudders. "I've never seen Dr. Shu like that. Crying and yelling, like she was crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are talking about how I was last year. They are correct. I was out of control, like they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't blame Dr. Shu. If my boyfriend died in front of my eyes, I would probably go crazy as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep it down. She hasn't left work yet. She might hear you." The two nurses are too late. I heard the entire conversation through the canvas wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shu, what are you doing standing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was deciding whether or not to reveal myself, another nurse exposed me. I awkwardly step out. The 2 nurses who discussed me start to blush. Their faces became redder than the bow on Valentine's Day chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm waiting to go home." I pretend that I didn't hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shu, you must have gotten too involved in your work. It's already past time to go home. See you tomorrow. Happy Valentine's Day!" She waves goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Valentine's Day." I wave back and watch the 2 nurses hurry away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's fine. I was ready to go home anyway. Even though no lover is waiting&lt;br /&gt;for me, at least there's a lazy cat waiting for me to feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I come home, the first thing I do is feed the cat. I forgot when I&lt;br /&gt;first had the cat. Probably since last year's Valentine's Day. At that time,&lt;br /&gt;I was like an abandoned cat, with eyes filled with despair. Cats don't cry,&lt;br /&gt;I do. That's the only difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better drink all the milk or I'll skin you." I threatened the cat. Her name&lt;br /&gt;is Christine, my least favorite English name. I don't know why I named the&lt;br /&gt;cat Christine. Christine meowed once to let me know she heard me, but her&lt;br /&gt;eyes are complaining about my severity. Her eyes remind me of someone I used&lt;br /&gt;to know, standing in front of me with eyes of rebellions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An year ago today, I had lunch with my boyfriend and took the opportunity to&lt;br /&gt;complain to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today is Valentine's Day. Why didn't you give me any flowers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised his eyebrow. "Why should I give you flowers? You are not my&lt;br /&gt;anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then... you should at least give me a card!" I pouted my lips, hurt by his&lt;br /&gt;tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. After lunch, I'll send you an e-card."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-card. That sounds so impersonal, but that's the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to e-mail it to me. I'll be waiting." I excitedly smiled and&lt;br /&gt;planned to sneak home after lunch to check e-mail. Even though he wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;use any romantic words, I still looked forward to the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't stand you women. Why do you make such a big deal out of Valentine's&lt;br /&gt;Day??" He grumbled while eating his food. His comment induced me to fight&lt;br /&gt;with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not romantic at all!! Don't you watch any Japanese drama?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Japanese drama? I only watch Discovery Channel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your life is so boring." I made a face at him. "One recent drama was really&lt;br /&gt;good. You should have watched it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that drama called?" He didn't believe in the love portrayed in TV&lt;br /&gt;and movies. He always thought they were lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's called 'Story of A Century'." I gladly answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of trashy plot did it have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean trash?? Show some respect!" I was so angry. "That drama&lt;br /&gt;was very touching, and the theme song was beautiful as well. It's called&lt;br /&gt;'Only Love', performed by Nana Mouskouri." I wonder if he knew who Nana was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nana, I know her. A Greek singer with really expensive albums."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her voice is worth it." Even though I secretly agreed with him, I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;bring myself to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever." He glanced at his watch. "I'll give you 5 minutes to tell me the&lt;br /&gt;plot. After that, I'm leaving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to explain 6 hours worth of story in just 5 minutes. The drama&lt;br /&gt;portrayed the love stories of 3 generations of women spanning 100 years,&lt;br /&gt;from 1901 to 2000. Each generation was portrayed by the same actress. The&lt;br /&gt;story was tear-jerking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's so touching about it?" He asked, after listening to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you think each generation's story is wonderful? If I have such great&lt;br /&gt;screen writing ability, I wouldn't be a doctor anymore. I would become a&lt;br /&gt;screenwriter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you become a screenwriter, I bet no one would watch the show. The TV&lt;br /&gt;station can go out of business." He quickly interjected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going back to work. Hurry and send me the card!" I was so mad that I&lt;br /&gt;went home immediately, not even finishing my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked in my door, I turned on my computer and go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the empty in-box, I began to reminisce about how we met. Maybe no&lt;br /&gt;one will believe me, but my boyfriend and I were actually neighbors. Our&lt;br /&gt;homes were only 1 wall away. Ever since we were kids, we liked to fight with&lt;br /&gt;each other all day long. I still remember when I moved to the country that&lt;br /&gt;year. Used to the city life, I couldn't get used to the simple life in the&lt;br /&gt;country. After school, I would just go home and do nothing. Whenever that&lt;br /&gt;happened, he would always come over to tease me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you staring off into space??" He loved to pull on my hair. "You're&lt;br /&gt;so ugly when you're doing nothing. But you're also not pretty when you&lt;br /&gt;smile." In other words, I'm really ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're the one who's ugly!" I pull back my hair. "If you think I'm so ugly,&lt;br /&gt;why do you visit me??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't help it. My home is right next to your home." He argued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I'll move!" The next day, I drew a line in the ground using some white&lt;br /&gt;chalk. A line that I forbid him to cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, we were both in the 5th grade. We couldn't stand each other and&lt;br /&gt;hoped the other would move away. But 5 years passed, and neither of us&lt;br /&gt;moved. Not only that, we got into the same high school and into the same&lt;br /&gt;class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're that infamous couple." All the students and teachers in the school&lt;br /&gt;would say whenever they saw us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're not!" I always tried to explain. "We're only neighbors." At that&lt;br /&gt;time, I hated my parents for making us live next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My standard is not that low." He would say. "Who wants her to be a&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend?? It's not like I don't have eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know your eyes are on top of your head." I really disliked him.&lt;br /&gt;"Better than having eyes on the bottom of my head like you." He implied that&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't judge guys. At that time, I had a crush on a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that his sarcasm had a hidden meaning. After a while, I found&lt;br /&gt;out that the senior student had lots of girlfriends. When I cried about it,&lt;br /&gt;he silently passed me a handkerchief and awkwardly held me in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you he wasn't any good." He roughly comforted me. I cried in his&lt;br /&gt;arms the whole night, and began to see him in a different way. Things began&lt;br /&gt;to change between us. We still fought all the time, but he started to look&lt;br /&gt;at me differently. And I blushed and my heart beat faster when he was near.&lt;br /&gt;We both knew: we fell in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with this knowledge, neither of us said anything. Even though we would&lt;br /&gt;not be able to resist and kissed each other constantly. Even though we cared&lt;br /&gt;about each other's every moves. Both of us refused to admit our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew by quickly, and it was time to face separation. I chose to study&lt;br /&gt;medicine, and he chose physics. Yet we still couldn't separate from each&lt;br /&gt;other. Our parents worried that we didn't know anyone in Taipei, so they&lt;br /&gt;forced us to live in the same apartment building. Once again, we became&lt;br /&gt;neighbors. We still fought, but sometimes we fought into the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, we became lovers, but we still wouldn't say we loved each other. We&lt;br /&gt;didn't even spend Valentine's Day together until he saw me share dinner with&lt;br /&gt;a man one Valentine's Day. That night, he waited for me in front of my door&lt;br /&gt;and said that he would take me out to dinner on Valentine's Day from then&lt;br /&gt;on. I have to say that he was very arrogant. But I nodded and accepted his&lt;br /&gt;request. Since then, we spent every Valentine's Day together. After&lt;br /&gt;graduation, I became an intern. He started a small computer company with&lt;br /&gt;some friends and became a programmer. We were busy with our own lives and&lt;br /&gt;had no time for a relationship. Three years later, I became a doctor, and&lt;br /&gt;his business began to boom. We separately moved to bigger apartments and stopped being neighbors. On the surface, we left each other.&lt;br /&gt;In reality, we were still together. We spent every Valentine's Day together&lt;br /&gt;but each year became more dreary than the next because he never told me he&lt;br /&gt;loved me even with all my hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing the empty in-box, I suddenly grew very angry. He wouldn't say it and&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't send me a card. What did he mean? Who did he think I was? I called&lt;br /&gt;his cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello." He picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't receive the card." I immediately showed my displeasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't receive it?" He seemed really busy. "But I sent it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was really busy but I didn't care. "I didn't receive it. Send it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I'll send you 100 times. Is that good enough??" He said with&lt;br /&gt;impatience. His tone further infuriated me. Is that how lovers speak to each&lt;br /&gt;other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't bother sending it to me. And you don't have to pick me up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat dinner by myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be childish, ok? I'm really busy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM childish!" I hung up the phone and tears rolled down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish?? Why didn't he consider the situation? We've gone out for so many&lt;br /&gt;years and spent countless Valentine's Day together. I never received any&lt;br /&gt;flowers nor cards from him. Now, I just want a little e-card. Is that too&lt;br /&gt;much to ask for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unplugged the phone from the wall and turned off my cell phone. I didn't&lt;br /&gt;want to hear his explanations. After I returned to the hospital, I&lt;br /&gt;instructed the receptionist not to forward me any phone calls. I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;concentrate on work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there were so many emergencies today, I was sweating 1 hour later&lt;br /&gt;and forgot about our argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shu, please take a look at that patient."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was collecting my equipment, the shrill sound of an ambulance sounded&lt;br /&gt;outside the ER. When I stepped out the door, the emergency medics hurriedly&lt;br /&gt;wheeled in a gurney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to him?" I asked the 1st medic. Everyone else were trying to&lt;br /&gt;help put the patient on the gurney. He was covered with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Car accident." The medic replied. "Very serious. He may die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and ran to the operating room with them. When I arrived, the nurses&lt;br /&gt;told me that the man had already stopped breathing and also his heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;also stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prepare for shock." I calmly instructed the nurses. Saving people is our&lt;br /&gt;duty. We can't lose our calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I saw who laid on the operating table, I lost my calm. That person&lt;br /&gt;was my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No..." I stood in shock. "NO!!!" I grabbed the paddles and continuously&lt;br /&gt;shocked his body. His body bounced up and down from the shocks. The scared&lt;br /&gt;nurses went to find another doctor, to tell him that I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know if I was crazy or not. I just wanted to save my lover. Even&lt;br /&gt;though we fought all the time. Even though he never showed me his love. I&lt;br /&gt;still wanted to save him. He still owed me a card. He couldn't die! I threw&lt;br /&gt;away the paddles and began to press on his heart. I pressed with all my&lt;br /&gt;strength, hoping it would revive him, but he didn't wake up. He didn't even&lt;br /&gt;say "It hurts". He just laid there with his eyes closed, punishing me with&lt;br /&gt;his silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jian angrily pushed me away. By that time, I couldn't see clearly&lt;br /&gt;anymore. I cried. I wailed. I bowled until no sounds could come out of my&lt;br /&gt;mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's too late, Dr. Shu. He's already dead. I'm sorry." Dr. Jian patted me&lt;br /&gt;on the shoulder. They knew each other and ate together once. I introduced&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He can't die." I shook my head. "He can't die!!" I struggled to run to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shu, control yourself!" Dr. Jian slapped me. "I understand what you're&lt;br /&gt;going through, but you're a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a doctor, but I'm also a regular person. How can Dr. Jian&lt;br /&gt;understand how I feel? I've loved him for so many years that it's become a&lt;br /&gt;habit. How can I just throw away a habit? Besides, he still owed me a card.&lt;br /&gt;"I want him to live! I want him to live!" I ran to him again and tried to&lt;br /&gt;knock the life back into his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take her away!" That day, I lost my control and my professionalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day happened to be Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I asked his co-workers why he left work early that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me that after I hung up the phone, he tried to call me several&lt;br /&gt;times but couldn't reach me. Worried, he drove to the hospital to find me&lt;br /&gt;and got hit by a large truck on the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard this, I froze. My tantrum killed him. Just because of an&lt;br /&gt;unmailed card, he died. After that, I lost my privilege to be childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an abandoned cat, I couldn't even cry anymore. After his death, I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't cry anymore, regardless of how touching the plot or how&lt;br /&gt;tear-jerking the dialogue. They didn't affect me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm only left with a cat and a seldomly used computer. Stepping over&lt;br /&gt;the cat, I turned on the computer. Even though I know no one will send me a&lt;br /&gt;mail, I still hoped that someone will remember me on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow, meow. I looked at Christine to see what's wrong. She finished her&lt;br /&gt;milk. I went into the kitchen to get her more milk then came back to look at&lt;br /&gt;the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have.... 100 emails! Who would be bored enough to send me 100 junk mail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to delete them all when I received another mail, and this&lt;br /&gt;one said: "Because of system error, we could not send these until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We apologize for the delay." The sender was my ISP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the 1st mail. It showed the send date is last year's Valentine's&lt;br /&gt;Day. My heart began to beat fast. Could he have sent these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a trembling hand, I opened the mail. The first thing that popped up was&lt;br /&gt;a gorgeous red rose set against green leaves. Then a beautiful melody began&lt;br /&gt;to play.... "Only Love". I couldn't believe it. The rose was so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and the music was so dreamy. I almost thought I was in a fantasy. Most&lt;br /&gt;touching of all were the words underneath the rose, because the words read&lt;br /&gt;like a beautiful poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hwei."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knowing you so many years, I've never sent you any flowers. Today I send&lt;br /&gt;you a rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received it and it's so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know we are always fighting. We can never really open our hearts and&lt;br /&gt;tell each other how we feel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it's all your fault for being so distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I always make you mad by the things I say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good that you're admitting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But today I want to say to you: I'm sorry, and I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited so many years for those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I want to tell you a good news. I finally saved enough money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already have enough money. Why did you need so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Hwei, let's get married!! I was afraid to propose to you, because I&lt;br /&gt;didn't trust in my ability to give you the good life you deserve. But now&lt;br /&gt;I've saved enough money so we don't have to wait anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wanted you to wait? I'm already yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, I use this card to propose to you. Will you marry me, Hwei? Will&lt;br /&gt;you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the content of the whole card. Like a fool, I kept reading his words&lt;br /&gt;and talking to him. It's like I can hear his voice and see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it's back to 1 year ago with us constantly fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song played over and over. Repeating Nana's heartbreaking voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love can make a memory.&lt;br /&gt;Only love can make a moment last.&lt;br /&gt;You were there and all the world was young and all it's songs unsung.&lt;br /&gt;and I remember you then when love was all,&lt;br /&gt;all you were living for,&lt;br /&gt;and how you gave that love to me...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of this song fits our love so closely. When he was alive, my&lt;br /&gt;world was so young. Every day, I could find a something different to fight&lt;br /&gt;with him about. But after he left, my life is only left with memories and&lt;br /&gt;coldness that will never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read these words, my tears unconsciously came, wetting the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I? If he's in front of me, I will definitely kick him and call him a&lt;br /&gt;big fool. If I wasn't willing, I wouldn't have waited until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I moved the cursor over the "Reply" box, and typed the response that I've&lt;br /&gt;already prepared for so many years - "I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will - be by his side for the rest of my life. I will - fight with him&lt;br /&gt;forever. That is how I answered him, but the only response I got was the&lt;br /&gt;repeating song "Only Love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I opened every single letter, accepted every singled rose, and&lt;br /&gt;typed the same response: "I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied 100 times, and "Only Love" played 100 times. In this cold&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's night, the line that's been broken for 1 year finally got&lt;br /&gt;reconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered you. What about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111174471248507423?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111174471248507423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111174471248507423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/only-love-dont-cry.html' title='only love. dont cry.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111173879816193659</id><published>2005-03-25T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T16:19:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laststory</title><content type='html'>and de last one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work, in this small mid-western community, was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the Levis factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy. It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill that only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you m'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm. By theway, my name is Joe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down her window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been alright with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Joe never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give thatperson the assistance that they needed, and Joe added "...and think of me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor, it didn't ring much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get her change from a hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on a napkin. There were tears in her eyes, when she read what the lady wrote. It said, "You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too.  Someone once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's what you do. Don't let the chain of love end with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could she have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be alright, I love you Joe."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111173879816193659?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111173879816193659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111173879816193659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/laststory.html' title='laststory'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111173834017643208</id><published>2005-03-25T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T16:12:58.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetstory4</title><content type='html'>de 4th one, fer u. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astra sighed as she gazed into the darkening sky. Her eyes searched for tiny sparkling lights but her efforts were fruitless. No stars again tonight. She lay back on the grass, welcoming the evening. She felt as if she were being swallowed up by a dark beast. It wasn't just the night which made her feel this way. She'd been feeling gloomy for some time. It was a week ago that she's arrived home to find her grandmother on the porch, waiting for her, looking sad.&lt;br /&gt;"It's your father," Gran told her. "He's had a heart attack. He's not expected to pull through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astra didn't know her parents. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and unable to cope with the loss of his wife and feeling incapable of raising Astra alone, her dad had moved away to another town, leaving her to be cared for by his mother. She'd seen photographs and considered him handsome, and she knew he'd given her the name Astra for some special reason. Her Gran knew, but wouldn't tell. "It's something he should explain himself," she always said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gran's voice interrupted her thoughts. "I have to go to him. Will you come?" Astra hesitated, and then nodded solemnly. She didn't think she could face the man who had abandoned her, but Gran needed her. She had to put her own feelings aside. The drive to the hospital was long and silent. They were met out the front of the Intensive Care Unit by a doctor. "I'm afraid that his condition has worsened," he informed them gently. "He may not make it through the night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nurse came to take Gran to her son. Astra sat in the waiting room. She closed her eyes, exhausted, and soon fell asleep. She was woken a few hours later by Gran. "Your dad's awake and calling for you. Go to him. He's desperate to see you." Astra stood and walked slowly to where the nurse waited. She was taken into a dark room. She looked at the floor until the nurse left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door clicked shut behind her. She took a deep breath, then turned to face him. He looked just like he did in all the pictures, except older and grayer. He appeared frail and helpless, hooked up to the machines. She walked to his bed and sat in the chair beside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes locked. "Astra," he smiled wearily. Astra was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt sorry for him, but she was angry, too. After a time, though, she couldn't stand it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you leave me?" Her father looked at her in pain. "I wanted to take care of you but I couldn't do it. You were a constant reminder of your mother. I just couldn't cope." Astra's anger grew. "So it was all my fault then?" "No, it's not your fault. I've never blamed you." He spoke firmly. "I do love you Astra. Please believe me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat staring down at her hands, not knowing what to say. "I want to tell you something your mother told me, a story her mum told her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astra looked up at him curiously. "When someone close to you dies, a bright star will burn at night. You have to look for the star because it's a sign from that person, it's their special way of telling you that they're looking over you and that they love you....." He faltered, weak, then pulled a silver ring from his little finger. It had a star on it. "Your mum was given this when she was told the story. It's a family tradition. She'd have wanted you to have it and learn the story, so you can pass them one day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took Astra's hand, placed the ring in her palm and held on tightly. His eyelids fluttered, threatening to close. "What about my name?" she urged. "When your mother died, I searched out her star. It was so brilliant and shining. Astra means 'like a star'. And you were like you mother's star, radiant and celestial."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squeezed her hand. "I'm going to prove I love you Astra. I'm going to burn the brightest star there ever was. Just for you." He gazed at her, his eyes were now unseeing. Astra knew that he was slipping away. "Look for my star. Please, Astra." His hand fell from hers. A monitor began to beep urgently and medical staff rushed in, ushering her out of the room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she couldn't find his star. She'd looked every evening since and had found nothing. She scanned the sky a final time. "Maybe you don't love me after all," she whispered sadly into the heavy darkness. She turned and walked slowly back into the light of the house. Behind her, in the ebony sky, a solitary star flashed into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_leena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111173834017643208?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111173834017643208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111173834017643208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/sweetstory4.html' title='sweetstory4'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111158794875615429</id><published>2005-03-23T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:25:55.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tankew lenaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!! muaxxxxxx + hugxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;pline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111158794875615429?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111158794875615429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111158794875615429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/yay-tankew-lenaaaaa-muaxxxxxx.html' title=''/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111158770737869952</id><published>2005-03-23T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:31:17.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin! me spent alot of effort. leme kip for some time wil ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;yay! nice skin! credits to *ahem and pls lemme kip it!!! i reli lyk it.. and i rarely lyk any happy skins can?? plsplsplsplspls.....&lt;br /&gt;me spent lotsa effort on it! i figured out how to add more buttons too!! yay! spent abt 2 hrs. so PLEASE......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pline&lt;br /&gt;aka&lt;br /&gt;count paulaf (o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111158770737869952?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111158770737869952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111158770737869952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-skin-me-spent-alot-of-effort-leme.html' title='new skin! me spent alot of effort. leme kip for some time wil ya?'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111140492687950154</id><published>2005-03-21T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:35:26.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>battlefield tour_</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today. im so touchd. haii. tankew so much lenaaa......y so nish HUH. aiyo abit ashamd of my prez to u la.......T. T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anw. todae was history battlefield tour! its was okay, me lyks e war cemetery and the changi chapel cos tese 2 places made me oh-so-touchd. ^ ^ esp tt pt wher the tour guide wads-her-name said "he just wudnt let go of it cos it was the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; physical connection he had wif his dad" and "pls tell my family im sorry but i didnt survive the war, i cant be back to be togethr wif all of u..." tts my tear-gland triggers. HAII. how stupid can man get.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mmm. oh yes! we had lunch tgt. ALL SPASTICS!! yay! leme recall. to my rite...lena[odd one out. rice, potatoes, chicken, mp3, smiley face, lemon barley], lin[noodles, coke], jia[noodles same as lin, sprite], chen[tomyam mee, sugarcane+lemon], hua[duck noodles, ice lemon tea]. me[tomyam mee, teh-c, honeydew] smiling happily away cos it felt lyk a rare outing tgt. AWW. ^ ^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm wad else leh? uh...uh.. i tink no more..*phew from readers* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;{touchd, touchd, tired, touchd, frustratd, sorry, grateful, touchd}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ur be-lo-ved count paulaf (o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111140492687950154?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111140492687950154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111140492687950154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/battlefield-tour.html' title='battlefield tour_'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111105806576116290</id><published>2005-03-17T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T19:18:19.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gym camp. so tiredddddd =.&lt;" zz</title><content type='html'>ur be-lo-ved count paulaf is bak!!&lt;br /&gt;gym camp was SOOOOO tiring =.&lt; zzzZ 1st we had gym nite prac, me workd real hard cos lotsa onions gna watch! ^ ^ thn we went out for lunch..had shrooms burger wich was yummy(or was i hungry) thn...we came bak to sku and did rock climbing. my poor arms were torturd for 15 whole mins cos i was stuk at one point of e wall for ages and dey wun let me down. =.= mm thn we had netball, jean blockd me til my teeth knockd her arm. xiong la. haha. we lost anw and our grp had to pay jean's grp $3 each. mmm...thn we had badminton! in the stifflin hall. best fun eva but it did remind me vaguely of a certain sad time wen me and cuzs playd badminton furiously to put granma's death behind us. ANW, aft tt we had a wundaful bath thn horribl dina. yux.  thn wanjun came to teach us dance for gym nite. (no comments) me desperately buried my head in my blanket as she passd bt anw, neithr of us cared actualy. mm. the dance is STUPID. I KANT BLIV IT. ONIONS IM SO SORRY I HAFTA LOOK SO STUPID AND XTRA IN TT DANCE BUT I DID NOT PLAN TT!!!!! ugh. rite. it was freezin in e hall. me took e corner wich i slept in durin sec 1 orientation! ^ ^ kept wakin up cos of e cold and e hard floor.&lt;br /&gt; mornin. 1 and a half slices of bread. games whil waitin for bus. "mr fuzzy wuzzy" on bus and reachd sea sports centre or sth. went thru talkin and stimulators and practicals wich i dun eva wna go thru agn, the sea simply SUCKS. the muck. the oil. the sting. YUX. mm. sufferd heat-whines and hunger and stingin sensations in eyes +nose + lips +toe cos of the idiotic pollutd seawater. yech. um...walkd MILES AND MILES thn reachd cafe cartel. free flow of bread. wundaful peach tea. nice atmosphere and waiters. mm. the $3 (each) we lost were collectd and used to subsidise for the othr grp's lunch.  thn HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;yay. i cant wait for a nap. adios ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o) count paulaf&lt;br /&gt;^tts suposd to b an EYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111105806576116290?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111105806576116290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111105806576116290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/gym-camp-so-tiredddddd-zz.html' title='gym camp. so tiredddddd =.&lt;&quot; zz'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111082549074531788</id><published>2005-03-15T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T02:38:10.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh. popping by, yar? =)</title><content type='html'>hehs. pauline said tht it was bai se valentines day ydae (2 and a half hrs ago). wonda wut that is. lol spent it wit jia nehs. cool!! bwhaahhaha no lars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws!!! jus wanna tell all tht, *ahem* holidays nw, jiu enjoy bahx. count paul-af shal b UNSTRESSEd. and, tere shal be WORLD PEACE. heh. im crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owels i gt nth else 2 say. jus tht its late in de nite and im feelin woozy. eh. put in song liaos. KANOt hear mus tell me KAES. if neba tell me i grrrrbish arhs!bweh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leeenaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111082549074531788?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111082549074531788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111082549074531788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/heh-popping-by-yar.html' title='heh. popping by, yar? =)'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111080791812756263</id><published>2005-03-14T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:48:12.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aw im so touchd todae.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T_T yep im strtin wit tis T_T aft all. haha. my tears haf leaked their fill for now, nid sum time to reload b4 anthr cryin session later at bedtime. mm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;welwelwel. &lt;u&gt;hellohellohello~&lt;/u&gt; ^ ^ me, ur &lt;u&gt;be-lo-ved&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;count paulaf&lt;/u&gt;, was out for movies wit jiacong. first, i reachd tere and realisd no howls showin at j8. askd and persn said showin at plaza sing. so poor jia, hu had took a taxi frm near plaza sing all e wae to j8, went a-l-l the waaay back wit me. so soz lol. and rite. bot e tix tere, wen for lunch at kfc. ran outa time so dcidd to smuggle our food and drinks in. -muaha- and TADA we succeedd. jia had to cary her bag careful lyk hel cos al drinks were insyd, and i had a warm blob plastered to my thigh in my jeans pocket(my pinappuru pie desu). owelz. first show was howls, rawks man! -grin- we were squealin weneva tere was a close-up on howl. lol. "SO SHUAIIIIIIII!" me lyk heen tt stupid-can-fly-yet-got-sophie-to-carry-it-dog. ^ ^ thn, aft tt we went to fool arnd in arcade, wich had no point at all. lol jus succumbd to temptatn to go play abit. aftwich we spent abt...say, 15 mins? in front of popcorn counter bcos ms ang wantd a hotdog but it was way too ex. in e end we shared, &lt;u&gt;UNFAIRLY&lt;/u&gt; indeed. went in, settled down and wundaful &lt;u&gt;ms angjiacong&lt;/u&gt; told me the horriblest, mind-racking, hotdog-choking, touching ting. she watchd tt movie b4. 0_o man, i was sockd in my face. =.= so dam touchd it was e first ever movie to mke me cry even b4 it strtd. lol. cudnt focus 100% on movie thus BUT it rox stil. THO dey changd almost e whol plot, THO dey actualy had a quite-hapy ending, THO e pace was too fast and klaus bcame e inventor in one pt. violet quite chio, and jia saes klaus' yan shen quite shuai too. lub sunny and realisd they used twins to act tt role. cooooool ^ ^ thus the end of my wundaful white valentines dae. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tankew so much jiaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; x) aha. o i wantd to buy a bdae prez too but was too rushd in e end...so..mebe tmw? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;{touchd, touchd, tired, touchd, touchd}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ur be-lo-ved Count Paulaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111080791812756263?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111080791812756263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111080791812756263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/aw-im-so-touchd-todae_14.html' title='aw im so touchd todae.....'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111068275940282783</id><published>2005-03-13T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T10:59:41.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heehee. lena. dun be pissd k. tis jus show i apreciat ur skins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;buahaha. lena. now i tink u stil haven see yet. BUT i hope u wun get pissd or anthing COS i reli lyk it k. really seriously honestly truely sincerely lub it. considerin how often i've been ranting abt wads e point, i really seriously honestly truely sincerely tink it fits my mood. my anger. my frustration. so PLEASE PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE let me use it. puhweez puhweez dear nice lena?? ^ ^ -silence------&lt;br /&gt;YAY u agreed! woohoo. ^ ^ tankew. i wil not gu1 fu4 ur wundaful skin de. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111068275940282783?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111068275940282783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111068275940282783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/heehee-lena-dun-be-pissd-k-tis-jus.html' title='heehee. lena. dun be pissd k. tis jus show i apreciat ur skins.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111054086278379745</id><published>2005-03-11T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T19:34:22.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM SORRY LENA.</title><content type='html'>sigh. netball sux man. gave me more troubles. wasted time for my beauty sleep sumore. f it la.&lt;br /&gt;so angry todae. how cud they?? humph. darn freaky man. kau.&lt;br /&gt;anw...juz wna say SORRY to neone i offended in term 1...i've been offendin pple alot since rgs. reli ba zi bu he man...IM SORRY..&lt;br /&gt;and well. others..gues not much.&lt;br /&gt;pline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111054086278379745?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111054086278379745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111054086278379745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-sorry-lena.html' title='IM SORRY LENA.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111010197984383960</id><published>2005-03-06T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:41:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mebe i shudnt? ( \")</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yep. peeps sae im lucky. i gues im. but mebe cos nth's perfect, im never satisfied. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;{freakd, irritated, pisd, serious, careles, hapy}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: leena cheerup u r not alone i asure u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111010197984383960?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111010197984383960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111010197984383960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/mebe-i-shudnt.html' title='mebe i shudnt? ( \&quot;)'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111003533733484133</id><published>2005-03-05T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T23:13:29.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-teardrop- shi lian ler. kind of.</title><content type='html'>depression.depression.depression.depression.depression.&lt;br /&gt;depression.depression.depression.depression.depression.&lt;br /&gt;depression.depression.depression.depression.depression.&lt;br /&gt;depression.depression.depression. depression.depression.&lt;br /&gt;depression.depression.depression. depression.depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. why is tis world so freakin unfair. HUH.&lt;br /&gt;`leena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111003533733484133?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111003533733484133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111003533733484133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/teardrop-shi-lian-ler-kind-of.html' title='-teardrop- shi lian ler. kind of.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-111003433941279125</id><published>2005-03-05T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T22:54:56.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how sad m i.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;founders dae perfrmance todae..quite funy but yanshan and me not much to talk. lyk abit awkward de leh lol. newaes, mood's lyk roler coaster todae. i felt tired, nervous, dejected, insultd, hapy, utterly dejected, touched todae. wowee. so cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anw. i nid to c e point. i tot i knew e point. thn nw it has blurrd. wth i dun gedit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;paul "/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-111003433941279125?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111003433941279125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/111003433941279125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-sad-m-i.html' title='how sad m i.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110992770275125311</id><published>2005-03-04T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T17:15:02.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sku sux lyk dam hel. T-T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i haf been reveald to yanshan. sad man. no fun liao. but nvm la.. soonr or later anw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SKU SUX! agn i realisd i do not noe the point of doin wad i had been doin tere. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tis is sickenin. /-\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;re-hacked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110992770275125311?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110992770275125311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110992770275125311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/sku-sux-lyk-dam-hel-t-t.html' title='sku sux lyk dam hel. T-T'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110985458808064009</id><published>2005-03-03T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:02:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol lenaaaa. tankew. eternal gratefulnesssssss ^ ^ lub ya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;loll. ^^ thx lenaaaa. anw. toilin for sc pt. 'resting' now. =p so sian. cant wait for holsssss~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;todae was a sickenin dae. hist test was quite easy bt i reli dun c e point of rakin up e past. chi sux lyk hel, and it was lyk revisiting hell(outside clasrm) aft mor thn 1 yr. the feelin was familiar but raw. owel. lit was dam borin, i spent sum time &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;writin on my hand. com studs sux, al our clips gone. sickenin sku. so iresponsibl. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anw thx to jia and hua and lena. and the poor roof of walkway joinin blk h. got u drenchd evn tho no rain loll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;rushin bak to wk, plineee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110985458808064009?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110985458808064009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110985458808064009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/lol-lenaaaa-tankew-eternal.html' title='lol lenaaaa. tankew. eternal gratefulnesssssss ^ ^ lub ya.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110977136774899202</id><published>2005-03-02T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:54:21.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahas. RITE.</title><content type='html'>hahahas aww FINE. anyways the whole world's doodleboards are down =_= owels. damn doodle. heh. mayb change tagboard soon! if you do not know by now, chen's curses are all practicali ..fatal. lols.yay ppl. from now onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;LENA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post tooo ^^ so do not be surprised. yesh. lols for now, cheers people. i admit tht de previous previous post was i do one larhs.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;leena`&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110977136774899202?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110977136774899202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110977136774899202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/hahas-rite.html' title='hahas. RITE.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110975806235619745</id><published>2005-03-02T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T18:09:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lena. sign ur name can. it looks wierd to me. lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i hereby announce tt tt was not me. uhhuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haii sc pt is driving me nuts. my exprmnt results mke absoulutely no sense. =.= thn? hist test tmw. i duno lorms yet. dam shit la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;im sick of sku. but i wil refrain frm killin myself. for now. =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;o yes. look wad u said chen! now the tagbord is reli dead. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110975806235619745?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110975806235619745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110975806235619745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/lena-sign-ur-name-can-it-looks-wierd.html' title='lena. sign ur name can. it looks wierd to me. lol'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110968947324297445</id><published>2005-03-01T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:04:33.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tagboard not appearing lehs =__= will work it out then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiay0u for tests and PTs tis days, everyoneee!! ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110968947324297445?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110968947324297445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110968947324297445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/03/tagboard-not-appearing-lehs-will-work.html' title=''/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110907180383023238</id><published>2005-02-22T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T19:30:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im stressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;im so stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110907180383023238?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110907180383023238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110907180383023238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-stressed.html' title='im stressed.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110838943364794771</id><published>2005-02-14T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:57:13.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINES!!! i miss y0oo0 T-T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;happy valentines peeps. haii. its nice and sad at e same time for me. sigh. (".) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;owel. STUPID MRS MAK. I HEREBY CURSE U ALL OV AGN. UR SKIRT LOOKS LYK A RAG ON U. XIAN HUA CHA ZAI NIU FEN SHANG!! FARQUHAR! lol. fa xie fa xie. MS WU U R SO NISH! ^^ TANKEW SO MUCH. thx to al peeps for bein tere to distract me frm my T-T, weter u gav me prez ornot. lol. haii. im sleepy. so i shal go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;+i lUb yo00o+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110838943364794771?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110838943364794771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110838943364794771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-i-miss-y0oo0-t-t.html' title='VALENTINES!!! i miss y0oo0 T-T'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110829338028899874</id><published>2005-02-13T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T19:17:32.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;how stupid can i get???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;yuan lai its my settings wrong so cannot get into email and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*knocks head on comp keybord* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;waaaaaaaa im gna die scoldin myself. sniff_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110829338028899874?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110829338028899874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110829338028899874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-stupid-can-i-get-yuan-lai-its-my.html' title=''/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110826733143655067</id><published>2005-02-13T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T12:02:11.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aww im so touchd lenaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LENA!! how can i thank u enuf??? waaaaaT-T im sooo toochd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haii. nw at anz's hse doin geog proj, slakin abit. haha. jolin singing, wenyu and anz playin piano, jia eatn at jack's place&gt;=/ waaa me hungry...sigh...im outa prac wif blogin...tankew lena agn. i lub uuuuu~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110826733143655067?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110826733143655067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110826733143655067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/02/aww-im-so-touchd-lenaaaaaa.html' title='aww im so touchd lenaaaaaa'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110788085249248916</id><published>2005-02-09T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:40:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-unicode-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从你眼睛看着自己最幸福的倒影&lt;br /&gt;握在手心的默契是明天的指引&lt;br /&gt;无论是远近什么世纪&lt;br /&gt;在天堂拥抱或荒野流离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你我敢去未知的任何命运&lt;br /&gt;我爱你我愿意准你来跋扈地决定世界边境&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偶尔我真的不懂你又有谁真懂自己&lt;br /&gt;往往两个人多亲密是透过伤害来证明&lt;br /&gt;像焦虑不安我就任性&lt;br /&gt;怕泄漏你怕所以你生气&lt;br /&gt;我爱你让我听你的疲惫和恐惧&lt;br /&gt;我爱你我想亲你倔强到极限的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我撑起所有爱围成风雨的禁地&lt;br /&gt;当狂风豪雨想让你喘口气&lt;br /&gt;被划破的信心需要时间痊愈&lt;br /&gt;梦想牵着怀疑未来看不清&lt;br /&gt;就紧紧地拥抱去传递&lt;br /&gt;能量和勇气我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你我想去未知的任何命运&lt;br /&gt;我爱你让我听你的疲惫和恐惧&lt;br /&gt;我爱你我想亲你倔强到极限的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪里都一起去一起仰望星星&lt;br /&gt;一起走出森林一起品尝回忆&lt;br /&gt;一起误会妒忌一起雨过天晴&lt;br /&gt;一起更懂自己一起找到意义&lt;br /&gt;让我爱你&lt;br /&gt;我不要没有你我不能没有你绝不能没有你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110788085249248916?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110788085249248916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110788085249248916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/02/unicode.html' title=''/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110767838850498489</id><published>2005-02-06T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T16:26:28.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha me at qi's hse nw=))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;its comp's prob aft all-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;haii nw at qi's hse. so sian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;newae jia go see e link in my pwevious entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;haha nth against 56 la...I JUS DUN PWEFER DEM^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110767838850498489?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110767838850498489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110767838850498489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/02/haha-me-at-qis-hse-nw.html' title='haha me at qi&apos;s hse nw=))'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110756810961507309</id><published>2005-02-05T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T09:48:29.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wa kau 56 fans scold SHE!!! &gt;=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://home.pchome.com.tw/tv/she520hbeismk/45.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://home.pchome.com.tw/tv/she520hbeismk/45.gif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;walau 56 fans scold SHE!!?!?!? &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110756810961507309?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110756810961507309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110756810961507309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/02/wa-kau-56-fans-scold-she.html' title='wa kau 56 fans scold SHE!!! &gt;=('/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110752655403862344</id><published>2005-02-04T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T22:15:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mrs mak sux. fuck e person hu took me chalk. stupid zhang laoshi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;stupid mrs mak. evrytime bai jia zi. "who  are you addressing?" hah! dun xpect me to contribute evn 1% of wat i do in ms wu's class. HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;mama aso dun reli understan wat im doin orh... T-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;WHO TOOK MY CHALK????? arrgh tt chalk HAS JI NIAN JIA ZHI KKKK. walau. T-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;stupid tingxie. T-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dr William Tan Kian Meng. ha i nv pay so much atention durin assembly b4. haii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;so lidat, i was on e verge of tears evry few blocks laz few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;haiiiiii. PEEPS dun ever open any file sent thru msn named "sexy" or "new_webcam" or tos stupid sex names k. NEW VIRUS. i tink jia kana tt one. then her com send me one too and caused me com to go bonkers for days. tts y i say FUCK U  VIRUS MUMS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;haiii.T-T i miss yo0........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110752655403862344?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110752655403862344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110752655403862344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/02/mrs-mak-sux-fuck-e-person-hu-took-me.html' title='mrs mak sux. fuck e person hu took me chalk. stupid zhang laoshi.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110699150247475886</id><published>2005-01-29T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T11:11:50.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can do headstand split liao! ^^ jia lost her hp agn. =/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hAPPY bIRFDAE lENA-iii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hAppY birFDaE LeNA-IiI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;HaPpY BiRFdAE LenA-III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;hAPPy BIrFDaE To y0O~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;YAY! happy birfday lena! yay! another person as old as me liao! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;todae mrnin wake up so tired. -.-zz cos laz nite stayed up til arnd 1. haii. the sacrifice i mke for a fren. ^^ owel nt tt im tryin to get credit for tis. YING GAI DE!^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;den at sku rehearsal had to do headstand-split[oo headache got out agn],doubleroll[aw stretchd neck ligamuns. actualy quite nish],move the stupid blu-heavy mats frm kschee and bak. -.- den went wif e seniors to taka, ate lunch[sake! quite worth $] den was 50 min late for training-.- lucky teo wasnt dere to see us arive so grandly. ahaha.nth much den, othr tt teo duno siaosiao fa pi qi at us. &gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;mm. owel. nth la i hope e virus go to hel. i min the virus-creator. fcuk u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Course of action&lt;br /&gt;1.      Firstly, a foundation will be set up to raise our primary amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;2.      Funds are raised by donation drives and charity auctions in neighboring countries.&lt;br /&gt;3.      When the money is raised, we will use it for publication of our plans. This means putting up notices in papers, on television, radio stations all over the world. We will appeal for donations, namely money, items that can be auctioned and food (which we will cover later).  We will also express our wish for volunteers, whether from organisations or just the public.&lt;br /&gt;4.      Agreements can be arrived at with food organisations, like MacDonald’s and Kentucky’s, to join us in the appeal for donations. An example is having donation boxes in their branches.&lt;br /&gt;5.      Donation drives will then be held worldwide, or at least in the countries which are willing to work with us. A website would have been set up, and online donations will be welcome too. We also will work on investing part of the funds to increase the money as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110699150247475886?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110699150247475886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110699150247475886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-can-do-headstand-split-liao-jia-lost.html' title='i can do headstand split liao! ^^ jia lost her hp agn. =/'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110665823333343132</id><published>2005-01-25T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:09:38.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay changed blogskin!!!!!! thx lena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i've changed my blogskin. cool huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;here i mus say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;TANKEW LENA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;rox lor. ^^ yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;anw,today no hw. good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;mebe i shal go tink abt rs. [sux!!!!] but, for e sake tt its grp work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ok. i luv u lenaaaaa.yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;paUl!nE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110665823333343132?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110665823333343132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110665823333343132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/01/yay-changed-blogskin-thx-lena.html' title='yay changed blogskin!!!!!! thx lena!'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110635710605274652</id><published>2005-01-22T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T09:27:56.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh wow. kbox wif jia and chen ytd??? kant blive it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;YESTERDAY. OH YESTERDAY. kbox. frm somerset to jurong east. -.-ll wif chennie and jia. -.-?? SO SHUANG. 2-7.30 leh. kau. first 2-3 hrs ALL JAY's songs. -.- haiz. chen's birfday la hor. rang ta lor. ^^ ahaha. lyk i so wei da orh..? no la jay's songs nice mah. BAGUS. den me S.H.E 1/2 hr? den gt 56, jj, k'one, mayday. den chen left at...7...? aft tt me and jia sang sum hard hard songs. ai terrible. ahaha. 5 1/2 hrs. sore throat? no. wierd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;todae, hard at wk. i mus finish ALL my wk by mon. hmf. YES I NOE U"VE DONE ALL. -.-' hmf. oolala. heeeere i coooooomeeeeeeeeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110635710605274652?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110635710605274652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110635710605274652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-wow-kbox-wif-jia-and-chen-ytd-kant.html' title='oh wow. kbox wif jia and chen ytd??? kant blive it...'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110622547358489629</id><published>2005-01-20T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:52:12.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i undastan bro. i undastan father. listen to e/a othr wil u all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;certain things arent tt simply solved. dis applies to me frenship, family, and maybe luv[?].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;i wil try to simplify it. but its stil dam complicatd. life sux. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;da jia jia you ba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;ps//happy birfday chennie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110622547358489629?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110622547358489629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110622547358489629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-undastan-bro-i-undastan-father.html' title='i undastan bro. i undastan father. listen to e/a othr wil u all?'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110570138838024929</id><published>2005-01-14T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T19:16:28.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; tO mE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hAPPY bIRFDAY&lt;/span&gt; tO mE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HaPpY BiRThDAy&lt;/span&gt; To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;HAPPy BIRFDAy&lt;/span&gt; To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;yay. thx to all. im so toochd. uhhuh. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;reli touchd. waa. i shal write a &lt;strong&gt;tankew list&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-thx mamapapa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-thx jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;-thx yann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;-thx gugu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;-thx S.H.E[hu sang birfday song for me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;-thx qi[for such a nice prezi and card]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-thx hua[for tt bkmark. so nice]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;-thx qiu[the lil prezis. so sweet]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;-thx jes and sher, e chipmunks[so nice of u]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;-thx chair[eileen][nice badgey]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;-thx jia[leme jing-yi-jing 1st]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;-thx all other onions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;-thx gracie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-thx karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-thx guiyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-i lurv ya all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;[[im 14 at last!]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110570138838024929?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110570138838024929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110570138838024929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/01/14-now.html' title='14 now.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110509590273070684</id><published>2005-01-07T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T19:05:02.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lit sux, zhang hao is nice, maths is great fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;friday at last..had history ytd. mrs mak..overshadowed by ms wu la..nobody is as WOOhOO as ms wu ((= today chinese,laoshi is nice..much beta tn laz yr's..mm..lit still sux..mms chung's tone wen tokin reli enuff to mke me doze off..me jus kept myself awake by day dreamin. me's gona quit lit next yr i tink. mm. oh ya PE! so cool. we'r gona do rockclimbing. ((= haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;ok lets not tok abt sku. ME"S GOIN TO SEE S.H.E TOMORROW!!!! O MAN O MAN O MAN O MAN O MAN O MAN O MAN O MAN_______aaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!! *cool it* rite. me's gona scream and scream and screamxxxxx. awwwwwwww. 讲到这里就太兴奋了，不说了，拜拜~！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh ya! HAPPY BIRFDAY SIS!! lurv ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110509590273070684?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110509590273070684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110509590273070684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/01/lit-sux-zhang-hao-is-nice-maths-is.html' title='lit sux, zhang hao is nice, maths is great fun.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110474710068128539</id><published>2005-01-03T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T18:11:40.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of sku over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;1st day of sku. man. ther was a LOOOOOOOOONG talk frm HOY and the golk[gohleekian=P] tt is the wors ting abt 1st day of sku. T_T so sickenin lor. den met the form tchr,tina chung. she's OKAY i guess. but i haf a feelin she's gona be lyk mrs pricillia loh..lyk all lit and eng tchrs r lidat/.\ now eileen's chair,amundoo koh is vice, den the othr clas com i haven program in2 my brain yet. prety lame today newae. oh they say tt 喜临门's 温温 get in2 rgs dis yr. mm. sb told me she got 263. not bad. the borderline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;den jap! yeo sensei. i can bear wif her i gues. the stupid textbk cost lyk $37??? so thin sumor. oh, den i saw sb i'v not seen for sum time, tt was a turn for my bad mood. urh..neting els? mmmm. i gues not.. ok. gota go prepare qiu's prezzi! yay. january is a bz month. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110474710068128539?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110474710068128539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110474710068128539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/01/1st-day-of-sku-over.html' title='1st day of sku over!'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110466192997346196</id><published>2005-01-02T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:32:09.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of hols. so sickening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;aiyer!!!!!! todae last day liao. tmw hafta wake up at 6, go to tt dam hell of a sku, and see idiotic tings lyk the bleah canteen food. -___-lll den dunno wher classrm is wor..sickening..hafta put all my daydreaming into nite time liao.. eh..so dam shitty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;watched finish last 6 episodes of a hk serial dis morning. then the best bet tt teckcheong burn for me. so funny. lyk bear2 say, watch it reli can learn hokkien man. [= ate mama's nice beehoon. so hungry i wiped out 2 bowls+2 eggs+2 luncheon meats. ^^ pretty bored. feelin very sick cos tmw got sku. den i duno where put my  sku badge and name tag. -__-ll sickenin. argh. dun wana tok abt it. T_T haix.. nth to say liao la..happy new yr peeps! [=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110466192997346196?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110466192997346196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110466192997346196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-day-of-hols-so-sickening.html' title='last day of hols. so sickening.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110438293622863131</id><published>2004-12-30T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T13:02:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oo so nice to haf mum-side-cousins' company! [=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;KL was fun! 1st day we went to berjaya times square. naturally we kids went in2 the theme park. played the whol day. then the mama's all went shoppin. bearbear cos of me, now dare to ride all tos ci4 ji1 de rides. ahaha. yea, its all my gonglao. [= dis time tho hafta waste 2 hours wif ting2 on the kiddy rides and queuing for nth, but at least nice rides i got pple to accompany me. buden teckcheong and nor aso dun dare to ride newae. ahaha. 整天不是bumpercar就是tt idiotic ride tt mkes my neck ache and head dizzi. x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;next day, GENTING! 1st time i tke bus and cable car up genting. so fun wif such big grp. yupyup.got new ride tt nid to pay RM10. BUT DAM SHIOK MAN!!! lie down get swung arnd so fast evn i was shockd. woohoo. got bear2 kewei and surprisingly, teckcheong to sit the corkscrew wif me. TECKCHEONG leh!! me very bu gei mian zi, kip saying i scared he sit liao vomit. ahaha ^^ so de usual. dis time queuing time seemd much shorter cos got pple to tok to. yep. so fun. its lyk very难得 got one grp of my age de. ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3rd day was KLCC. uhuh. not my type. but since 1st 2 days the adults so nice to us liao, let us go arnd playing on our own den they themselvs lyk abit bored, we go along wif them on e last day lor. arent we nice. den ate roti boy for e 1st time. the crust is dam good but i dun lyk the big blob of butter insyd. too salty for my liking."li-pe-ka"(bear2) and ting2 got new swimsuits, then the 3 guys got new trunks too=P haha. ke got backpack wif onli one strap. looks pretty cool. onli it costs a bomb(to me la).nth much la. den its homewards. on e bus bear2 sleepsleepsleep as usual. den me ke and nor toktoktok all the way frm 10 to 11.30 i tink. ahaha. then reach home at 3... papa 脸黑黑-_-lll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yesterday, same grp plus simei they all go wildwildwet!! wen we first got there i haf the feelin tt i was cheatd in2 tinking tt the place was VERY NICE. urg. so small. rides like 5 or 6 onli? buden u noe, wif pple one big grp it funner. ^^ me bear2 and simei went to splash lifeguards along the shiok river(stupid name). the lifeguards most very nice and sporting, but got one tamade indian one bear2 splash he scold. -_-ll nvm, the nice ones mostly are 帅哥s. ahaha. also got one nice girl. next time i can go there be lifeguard. yay. why? one,can get tan evryday. two can see shuaige's evryday too. ahaha^^ oo the lifeguards tt are reli nice? got one jiejie at the skyrider,i hug her she also dun mind. then the slide up guy, ^^ so shuai and nice. his malay partner is nice too. (= me abit sot liao.(= the slideup very fun. i rode it 7 times. 6 times wif bear and once alone. wif bear the posture very 变态 and to see her fly up very scary. then alone is the shiokest. cos i can see evrting wif nth blockin my view. so cool!!!! ahah. then ke's mum got me the family ride keychain wif our pics. ^^oo. the greatest ting is, now wif my new bareback swimsuit, I GOT SUNBURN!! tt mins I GET A TAN!! my shoulders hurt alot esp, but haii. for the sake of a tan.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ok dis entry very dam long. cool. hu was e one hu said she doesnt lyk bloggin cos nid to be changqi hah??? d=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110438293622863131?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110438293622863131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110438293622863131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2004/12/oo-so-nice-to-haf-mum-side-cousins.html' title='oo so nice to haf mum-side-cousins&apos; company! [='/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110379973696218697</id><published>2004-12-23T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T19:02:16.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not lanzhenlong,is jay! 我好想你…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ytd sang kbox frm 2.30 to 7. so shiok. den screamd out 黑色幽默 and 屋顶. so dam shiok. oh, and i realisd (again) its not 蓝正龙 he looks lyk. it's JAY!! ahaha. yann wud most prob disagree STRONGLY but, y'noe, its jus tt feelin la. ^^ 帅呆了！！！ jay  looks dam cool in the 借口 mv. awwww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;todae went to watch 功夫 wif papamama and jie. I STRONGLY RECOMMEND IT. ITS SO DAM COOOOOOOOL! and the 女主角 so chio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! awwwwwwwwww. no nid to say one word, yet so chio. awwwwwwwwwwww. then 周星驰 got 6-pack!!! aaaaaaa...wen he did the 如来神掌， o man. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;yann and xinyan, we mus wear 姐妹装 wen we go out. lyk same color or sth. ahaha. one day, we mus go escape together. [i min escape theme park -__-ll] den i can FORCE yann and bully her! muahahahaha. buden other tn panasonic, escape reli chicken feed. ^^ and yann, tankew for tellin me abt 我也很想他. it is such a nice song....too bad kbox no haf...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110379973696218697?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/feeds/110379973696218697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671721&amp;postID=110379973696218697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110379973696218697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110379973696218697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2004/12/not-lanzhenlongis-jay.html' title='not lanzhenlong,is jay! 我好想你…'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110367972955510163</id><published>2004-12-23T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T09:42:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shuai ge looks lyk lan zhen long! ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;mm. for a/c of ytd events, refer to yann's blog. ^^ haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;took neoprint wif xinyan ytd too. den she named one 我也很想他 cos we were singing it and singing it from raffles place to bishan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o_0 den wen home oh so sleepy. jie watchd vcd then got one trailer inside haf 蓝正龙. i watch watch watch, den realisd y i tink the shuai ge was shuai liao. cos look lyk him. the 味道 is there la. hmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now, todae hafta do my work. cos i sudenly realisd its lyk onli abt 10 days to school. DAMN!!!!!!!!!! hafta face new teachers, climb to 4th floor EVERYDAY, and 受气.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DAMN! -__-lllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110367972955510163?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/feeds/110367972955510163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671721&amp;postID=110367972955510163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110367972955510163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110367972955510163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2004/12/shuai-ge-looks-lyk-lan-zhen-long.html' title='shuai ge looks lyk lan zhen long! ^_^'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110353941929551649</id><published>2004-12-21T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:35:06.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>todae gym i fel off tramp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;today gym i fel off the tramp. T_T reli 哭笑不得. front pike mah. den landed wrong den tripd on the stikin-out-tramp-mat den pingpingpongpong wheeeeeee~ drop down liao. my poor butt-bone on wooden floor leh. T_T kau. den wrist aso kana. so funy aso. haiiii. newae aso quite fun todae. teo got me to do back-somer. to let clara not so kia i tink. very fun. other tn tt, conditioning was HORIBLE. aching al over now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;rite. othr tings. errr. yep. yann jus told me gd news. XD ohohoho. yay. thx yann. [= also aft korea i adictd to the sweaters i wore there. jie bot me one! so nice! abit too big but i can wear wen i go movie or school[tts an idea!] or ice-skating. yep. joooooooo. here i come aft u agn. my mood has improvd abit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ok me's gotta do work now. I CAN DO IT! 600 MORE WORDS AND 3 PAGES AND IM DONE! BETA OFF TN OTHER PEEPS LIAO. LYK YANN. HMWK LYK MOUNTAIN DI. ^^ JIA YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110353941929551649?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/feeds/110353941929551649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671721&amp;postID=110353941929551649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110353941929551649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110353941929551649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2004/12/todae-gym-i-fel-off-tramp.html' title='todae gym i fel off tramp'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110342950378312412</id><published>2004-12-20T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T12:11:43.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shuai ge's shuai-ness is overwhelming d=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;yann ah.. wat wud i do w/o u?? haha. soree for "snatching" frm u hah, but U MUS STIL TEL ME TINGS ABT THEM!!!!!! =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;alamak, how come i bcum so bu yao lian...? owel, hu ask them to be so shuai? -_-lll'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;rite, newae i dun understan u brother. [career VS love,family,home] isnt it obvious? i noe u have dreams lyk i do, but to me, family is MOST IMPT DE!!!!!!!!! 你自己反省反省吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110342950378312412?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/feeds/110342950378312412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671721&amp;postID=110342950378312412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110342950378312412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110342950378312412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2004/12/shuai-ges-shuai-ness-is-overwhelming-d.html' title='shuai ge&apos;s shuai-ness is overwhelming d='/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110325514866831094</id><published>2004-12-18T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T18:20:06.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>koreatrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i shal copy yann and blog abt korea. newae tings are nt in order cos i dun rmb. i jus KNOW they happend. rite. here goes~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;firstly, there were 2 TAALLL gals in bus B...taller tn yann!!! alamak.. imagine how funny it was to laugh at yann....but of cos im the shortest stil. -_-&lt;br /&gt;BUS B! i wud lov to be in BUS B. hmph. so jealous of the tall-tall-girls, can be tall and be in BUS B sumor. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway, went to lotte world. yann nv pei me go sit gyro drop and gyro swing. the shuai ge's all go sit the nice rides but i kip missin them. haha. tho i sat tt drop thing many times but dis time, IMAGINE DROPPIN FRM 13-FLOORS HIGH IN A 5 DEGREE-CELCIUS WEATHER AT NIGHT!!!!!! korean girls are quite chio buden nv spot any shuai korean guys. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then there is EVERLAND. yup. kip missin the shuai ge's agn. ^^ i sat roller coasters and yann nv pei me as usual. then there was dis ride tt spun pple in it arnd and arnd "ruthlessly", i was for once worried abt my glasses wen i was on top. went arnd on my own and peng-ed in2 one of the shuai ge's wen i was queing. quite fun[not the quein la]. the ride surprised me cos it anyhow throw me arnd then made me so dam dizzy,tho it looked innocent frm below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;at the pheonix park, we 1st went to the top of slope A to tke pics and snowball each othr. all the kids and sum a-jio-ssi &amp;amp; a-gaa-ssi of BUS C came together and attacked dona. i din noe at first and hit her face so she was sore for awhile... *guilt-pang* i let her hit me once to tke revenge but still.. SORY DONA JIE!! then we went back down on the gondola[anothr thing: only gondolas are two-way. for tos open-leg type, u go up and u ski down, NO RETURN DI!!] to learn skiing! SKIING WAS SO FUN I DUNNO HOW TO GROW TALLER [mkes sense? no.] but the 3 buses learnt separately so my hope was poofd. wantd to go onto slope C to haf a go bt was talkd out of it by my sis and dona. so i spent an hour climbin manually onto the end of slope B and skiing down. yann! lets go skiing agn sum dae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then wat.....? then got a few days is shoppin. i hate tt, cos then everyone get separated then also i dun lyk shoppin. BUT miracle is i stil get to see chio girls and THE shuai ge's. haha. winterwear is bein sold and of cos there's no point lookin at tos, and nth apealin to me is there, yet they gave us lyk a total of at least 4 hours of shoppin in tt 8 days. kau. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;then got certain days no eating together, and tt was bad. not jus havin no shuai ge's to look out for, also hafin to eat cup noodles in the hotel room!!!!!! so qi can k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and yes the spa. pictur dis: women naked walking arnd, some wif sagging boobs *ahem*, some wif swimming-float-waistlines, acting as normally as wen u see them on the streets[wif clothes la!] me sudenly felt so slim and pretty. BUT OF COS, WE NOE THE TRUTH. then downstairs was a swimming pool, mor like massage pool. nice to swim in warm waters and getting massage at the same time. MOR IMPTLY, I SAW THE SHUAI GE IN TRUNKS!!!! ahhaha. ^^ so nice. muahahaha. [despo girl]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110325514866831094?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/feeds/110325514866831094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671721&amp;postID=110325514866831094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110325514866831094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110325514866831094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2004/12/koreatrip.html' title='koreatrip'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110316190115729200</id><published>2004-12-17T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T09:51:41.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jus came bak frm korea, feelin lousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;jus came back frm korea. bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;tts the thing i dun lyk abt tour grps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;u get in a grp, u meet pple, then u go separate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;-__- im feelin so damn lousy. miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i reli hope we can meet agn. pls let us meet agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;..................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110316190115729200?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/feeds/110316190115729200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671721&amp;postID=110316190115729200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110316190115729200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110316190115729200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2004/12/jus-came-bak-frm-korea-feelin-lousy.html' title='jus came bak frm korea, feelin lousy'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110113416406547260</id><published>2004-11-23T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:36:04.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its so unfair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;我不明白耶！明明最爱她们的&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;是我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;！为什麽偏偏只有我这麽凄惨啊? 百合！艾拉姐！ 你可知道我是和其他粉丝不一样啊？ 你可知道我是怎样看着你在其他人面前的吗？我是自私，我并没有百合姐无私，谁了？&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;好难受啊！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110113416406547260?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/feeds/110113416406547260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671721&amp;postID=110113416406547260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110113416406547260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110113416406547260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-so-unfair.html' title='its so unfair.'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110077209785487617</id><published>2004-11-19T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T18:01:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bak frm thai, got my SHE album!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;omg. dun &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i lurf S.H.E&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!??!! their new album great! super! duper! woolala!! go buy! (den increas their sales!) if u dun, nvm. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my support is ENUFF!!!&lt;/strong&gt; wahaha~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*ahem* anywae. i'v sorta set my mind on certain things. OF COS IT ISNT ABT U, ITS AL ABOUT ME. ^^ hah. -insane- owelz. i dun lyk postin. nid to be reli long-windd to write loooong. uhhuh. buai~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110077209785487617?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/feeds/110077209785487617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671721&amp;postID=110077209785487617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110077209785487617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110077209785487617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2004/11/bak-frm-thai-got-my-she-album.html' title='bak frm thai, got my SHE album!'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-110023099712611099</id><published>2004-11-13T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:43:17.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b4 flyin off to thai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;yo to me. bloggin jus b4 me zooooooooooming off to thailand. wil be bak next tuesday.wel,prob doesnt matter nor haf any busines wif u, but jus sayin 4 e sake of sayin. hmf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-110023099712611099?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/feeds/110023099712611099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671721&amp;postID=110023099712611099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110023099712611099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/110023099712611099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2004/11/b4-flyin-off-to-thai.html' title='b4 flyin off to thai'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671721.post-109996391434386418</id><published>2004-11-10T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T09:31:54.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>luv jeanette and yan xing shu!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;任我遨游太棒啦！非买 vcd 不可！我的梦想…很酷的哦！当然不会说……啊哈哈哈~！欧萱！颜行书！我爱你们！哇哈哈哈哈！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671721-109996391434386418?l=iloveshe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/feeds/109996391434386418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671721&amp;postID=109996391434386418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/109996391434386418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671721/posts/default/109996391434386418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshe.blogspot.com/2004/11/luv-jeanette-and-yan-xing-shu.html' title='luv jeanette and yan xing shu!!'/><author><name>prince(ss) paul(ine)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/paul14/shefc.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
