<?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-5703309</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:44:28.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the match made in heaven.</title><subtitle type='html'>If only I could have you back. + the . smile +</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-111271524489847029</id><published>2005-04-05T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:34:04.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eleanor shifted already la !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ranaway-.blogspot.com"&gt;ranaway @ blogspot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for saying those words.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for not being grateful.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for not being appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for not even saying a thank you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for not apologising.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for not think before you act.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for you've not said those words to me before.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for making me so upset.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for making me cry like a f*ck idiot.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for making me feel so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for making me seem like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for hurting my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for crashing my hopes.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for being nice when you're not.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for bickering with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=100&gt;i hate you for everything.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-110154047527129147?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/110154047527129147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/110154047527129147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110154047527129147' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-109738356783192932</id><published>2004-10-10T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T12:46:07.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been more than a month !&lt;br /&gt;haha, and i won't be here for the next 1 and a half months !&lt;br /&gt;those who know, yes, Os are just in 21 days and counting.&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK ! quick !&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do is mug mug mug and do my best !&lt;br /&gt;even if i don't get in SAJC, i HAVE TO get into NGEE ANN BUSINESS STUDIES !&lt;br /&gt;entrepreneurship ! i'm coming !&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY !&lt;br /&gt;TOP PRIORITY !&lt;br /&gt;yes, no one's gonna make me fall.&lt;br /&gt;after the 23rd of nov, 1545 hour.&lt;br /&gt;I'M FREE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;freedom = study + finish exams + get good results&lt;br /&gt;i can do it !&lt;br /&gt;haha, i'm talking to myself, but it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;and all those out there having Os in 21 days and counting.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK ! and DO YOUR BEST !&lt;br /&gt;have the determination and motivation.&lt;br /&gt;WORK TOWARDS YOUR DREAMS !&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M OFF FROM HERE !&lt;br /&gt;see you in 21days + 23days = 44 days time !&lt;br /&gt;haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THESE PEOPLE LA:&lt;br /&gt;DEX&lt;br /&gt;CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;EUGENE&lt;br /&gt;TIMMY&lt;br /&gt;FEIMAO&lt;br /&gt;MISS soonQY&lt;br /&gt;BJ&lt;br /&gt;IVY&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA&lt;br /&gt;HUIWEN&lt;br /&gt;JOANNA&lt;br /&gt;PEISHAN, DIANA, JASMINE CANNOT MISS, EVERYDAY IN SCHOOL ALSO SEE THEM. :D&lt;br /&gt;GINNY&lt;br /&gt;CHASE&lt;br /&gt;JACIEL&lt;br /&gt;TERRY&lt;br /&gt;RYAN&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;THUNDER&lt;br /&gt;CHERMAINE TAN LI LING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and many more PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEET UP SOON PEOPLE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-109738356783192932?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109738356783192932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109738356783192932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109738356783192932' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-109438554631266695</id><published>2004-09-05T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T19:59:06.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>starting to live in my own world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't tolerate attitudes and all anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't give in anymore, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;living in a world of my own, i fear no rejection from &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-109438554631266695?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109438554631266695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109438554631266695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109438554631266695' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-109397176769627851</id><published>2004-09-01T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T01:02:47.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you knew me, i was like a 3-year-old kid.&lt;br /&gt;when i knew you, you seem like a mature adult.&lt;br /&gt;but when you left me, i fell and seemed like an infant.&lt;br /&gt;dependent on others to help me, as i couldn't stand on my own.&lt;br /&gt;and when you left me, you are still the same.&lt;br /&gt;you left me lying so lonely and lost.&lt;br /&gt;however, during this period, i grew, i grew up.&lt;br /&gt;from a 3-year-old to an infant to a 16-year-old teenager.&lt;br /&gt;a teenager with brains, brains which function really well.&lt;br /&gt;brains which tells me what's good and what's bad.&lt;br /&gt;brains which tells me what i've wasted my time on.&lt;br /&gt;and as time goes by, i seem to be older and older.&lt;br /&gt;but you, you seem to be like a child.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like we've switched our positions.&lt;br /&gt;YES, i see you as a KID, not even a 3-year-old kid.&lt;br /&gt;all your thinkings, all you actions, all of your everything.&lt;br /&gt;are all so CHIDLISH, pardon me for saying this.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S THE FACT.&lt;br /&gt;i've to thank you, really thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for allowing me to grow up, and know what's wrong and right.&lt;br /&gt;allowing me to mature so much, allowing me to cherish life.&lt;br /&gt;i THANK YOU !&lt;br /&gt;however it's sad, because i pity YOU.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you'll ever grow up, of course i wish you would.&lt;br /&gt;but you've to depend on yourself, pick up your broken pieces yourself.&lt;br /&gt;stand on your own, solve your own problems.&lt;br /&gt;be an adult, be who you are, and not the chidlish, immature you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, for allowing me, to grow up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-109397176769627851?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109397176769627851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109397176769627851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109397176769627851' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-109297665067469734</id><published>2004-08-20T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T12:37:30.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="70" color="red"&gt;I REFUSE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REFUSE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REFUSE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red" size="1"&gt;SIMPLY REFUSE TO !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-109297665067469734?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109297665067469734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109297665067469734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109297665067469734' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-109276692344752395</id><published>2004-08-18T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T02:22:03.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;s&lt;/em&gt; about &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to be hating someone i once loved dearly.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want us to become strangers.&lt;br /&gt;i can't help feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way you treat me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way you think about me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate your immaturity.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand the way you make it seem like it's all MY fault.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to feel lonely when you're out there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;i want to forget you, i really want to.&lt;br /&gt;i am too tired, too tired to hang on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i really need your help in forgetting you.&lt;br /&gt;i need you to just get out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should get out of your life instead.&lt;br /&gt;i should just get my ass off from your memory.&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to appreciate what i've done for you all these while.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand, why do you not feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be living in fear of offending you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why i should fear you at all.&lt;br /&gt;i have never done you any wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i took all the blames when you pushed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;i took it all, but have you ever appreciated what i did.&lt;br /&gt;i have never blamed you for anything.&lt;br /&gt;i kept it all inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;i had to keep it all to myself because i fear so much to offend you.&lt;br /&gt;i really wished you could understand my position instead.&lt;br /&gt;i wished you could give in to me, just ONCE is enough.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be trampled all over by you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to shed anymore tears for you.&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop the pain, the pain of you not appreciating.&lt;br /&gt;i know you said you appreciated, but i don't see it or feel it.&lt;br /&gt;i only hear it, over and over again, but no actions was taken.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel that i don't have a stand in your life at all.&lt;br /&gt;i can never voice out how i feel because i know i would be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;i am really exhausted and want to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i know you have your work, girlfriend and friends to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;i have more than you do, but i still give care and concern to you.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish you could give 0.01% of your time to me, but hell NO.&lt;br /&gt;i just want that 0.01% of your time, but it's all so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even see, feel, or hear about your concern.&lt;br /&gt;i want to know it from you, if you're really concerned.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want anyone to tell me anything.&lt;br /&gt;i am not really gonna care if you see this.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't hide my feelings anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i can write anything i want to, it's my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mention names, so don't assume.&lt;br /&gt;i am talking about YOU, but i still think assumptions shouldn't be made.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to spit out all the feelings kept within me for these 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to hide anymore because i know you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;i know you don't like things to be blogged about you.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't say who was i talk about, so why are you being so sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;i know you hate it just because of your reputation, and you know what.&lt;br /&gt;i think you don't even have a reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD, &lt;strong&gt;GIVE ME A DRESSING-DOWN &lt;/strong&gt;WHEN &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; SEE OR HEAR ABOUT THIS.&lt;br /&gt;I AM ALL &lt;strong&gt;PREPARED&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD &lt;strong&gt;FEEL NOTHING &lt;/strong&gt;BECAUSE I AM TOO &lt;strong&gt;USED TO IT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCOLD ME&lt;/strong&gt; IF &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; WANT, &lt;strong&gt;LECTURE ME&lt;/strong&gt; IF &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; NEED TO.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I KNOW IS THAT ALL I HAVE WRITTEN, ARE &lt;strong&gt;NOT LIES&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;IF &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; STILL HAVE &lt;strong&gt;YOUR CONSCIENCE&lt;/strong&gt;, I HOPE IT &lt;strong&gt;KNOCKS SOME SENSE&lt;/strong&gt; INTO &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;IF &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; FEEL THAT I HAVE &lt;strong&gt;DONE ANY WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;TELL ME&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;JUST &lt;strong&gt;SO PREPARED&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;I ALREADY &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; WHAT &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; ARE GOING TO &lt;strong&gt;SAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="25"&gt;AND KAYPOS OUT THERE&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T NEED YOU&lt;br /&gt;TO DELIVER THE MESSAGE&lt;br /&gt;TO WHOEVER I AM TALKING ABOUT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST SHUT&lt;br /&gt;YOUR BIG FAT MOUTHS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T NEED&lt;br /&gt;A MESSENGER !&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-109276692344752395?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109276692344752395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109276692344752395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109276692344752395' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-109258784406692194</id><published>2004-08-15T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T01:45:26.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUPER CROSSED !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:easily amused;font-size:115px; color:ff0000"&gt;I HATE HER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't assume !&lt;br /&gt;don't make wild guesses.&lt;br /&gt;HER is not who you think she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really fear my words would offend &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; know i &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; to quarrel with &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-109258784406692194?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109258784406692194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109258784406692194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109258784406692194' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-109241704905845100</id><published>2004-08-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T01:16:58.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well, it's that silly boy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh, haven't wished her though.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the auspicious time to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;well, it's my own way of wishing that silly "HAPPY BIRTHDAY !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, ***'s of legal age to smoke, drink and club.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i truly hope you will mature after this birthday.&lt;br /&gt;and i really really hope you won't misinterpret my words.&lt;br /&gt;think before you say anything, cos' i want to see a grown up you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though this birthday, you've someone special by your side to celebrate with you.&lt;br /&gt;i won't forget, and never will i forget your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;from the time i knew you, i've never got to celebrate your birthday with you. i remembered, before your first birthday arrived, i was still thinking what to get for you. i asked you, what you like, and you replied me with a very sweet reply. till now, i still remember that sentence. it still lingers around me even though 2 years have passed. it's really silly of me, but having to see you smile, is really good enough. as long as i know you're happy, you're safe, you're fine, there's nothing i should worry about. well, i hope you'll enjoy your EIGHTEEN birthday, no matter with who, your girlfriend or brothers or friends. enjoy yourself. you're finally eighteen. so take good care of yourself and don't let your friends or parents or girlfriend down. work hard in any areas. one thing i really hope you could promise me is to study again, but well, i doubt it will ever come true. anyway,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY !&lt;br /&gt;hugss tight, much love !&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you'll see this, but well, i hope what i've said does make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wished i&lt;strong&gt; could&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;font color="000000"&gt;spend your eighteen birthday with &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; ...but i &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-109241704905845100?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109241704905845100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109241704905845100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109241704905845100' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-109230776336826691</id><published>2004-08-12T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T02:32:41.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is going to be so upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i still can't believe it, can't accept the fact.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a &lt;s&gt;FUCKING&lt;/s&gt; C6 for my chinese Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's this feeling in me which i can't use words to express.&lt;br /&gt;it's really &lt;strong&gt;SOUR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my teacher said. "i &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you're the only one who deproved, the rest are almost a grade or two higher."&lt;br /&gt;sigh, so upsetting and hurting.&lt;br /&gt;but who to blame other than myself.&lt;br /&gt;guess i've got to retake that stupid chinese and face chinese books, &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-sulks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;when i got back my results, i had the urge to pick up my phone and dial for you.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to share my sorrows with you.&lt;br /&gt;but upon thinking what would your reaction be, i stopped pondering.&lt;br /&gt;i told myself, there's no point.&lt;br /&gt;i really hoped you were there when i got my results.&lt;br /&gt;but, you weren't there, at all.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't have enough courage to call for you.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder if &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; can feel my sadness.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-109230776336826691?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109230776336826691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109230776336826691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109230776336826691' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-109171533561360645</id><published>2004-08-05T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T22:45:52.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>till today, my heart still skips a beat for you.&lt;br /&gt;blood still rush down my face when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;words are stammered as i talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;that shyness i have for you, still exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing has changed since the day you left.&lt;br /&gt;my love, my care, my concern.&lt;br /&gt;it's still all the same since day one.&lt;br /&gt;and nothing will change, was what i promised you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't go back on my words no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;because having you to smile is something i would like to see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;me, knowing that you're fine and happy, makes my heart contented.&lt;br /&gt;in short, all of your happiness, is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i would hate to see you in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;staring into space, allowing wild thoughts to run through your mind.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts my heart to see you this way.&lt;br /&gt;because i once promised that i would take the tears and you take the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter if you return my love.&lt;br /&gt;as long as you understand and appreciate all that i've done.&lt;br /&gt;i'm already thankful to have you feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;thankful to God for sending such an understanding person to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to let you know that i'll be here, always.&lt;br /&gt;a shoulder for you when your tears fall.&lt;br /&gt;an listening ear when you need to complain.&lt;br /&gt;a heart to for you when you need love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%; font-family:ashley"&gt;my love for you since the day we met, has always been a hundred percent, nothing less.&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/5703309-109171533561360645?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109171533561360645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109171533561360645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171533561360645' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-109152166314762784</id><published>2004-08-03T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T16:49:37.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can someone tell me "WHY is iy ALWAYS ME?"&lt;br /&gt;why is it a good person is always being referred as a bad one?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't about unfairness.&lt;br /&gt;just that the phrase "your kindness will be repaid" doesn't seem to be true.&lt;br /&gt;i think the bad person is being repaid instead of the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/strong&gt;, enlighten me PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so lost, don't know what should i do.&lt;br /&gt;so many things are slipping out of my hands, bit by bit as years passed.&lt;br /&gt;the significant other, friends(incuding peers), family, studies...&lt;br /&gt;aren't these things the most important part of life?&lt;br /&gt;hah, tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i myself don't even know if i'm the good or the bad person.&lt;br /&gt;i'm putting in effort, yet the others are making it seem like the fault lies with &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i should be the one taking all the resposibilities.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am the bad one.&lt;br /&gt;the villain who caused all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i guess i brought all these upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;who wants to be the bad guys at the end of the day right?&lt;br /&gt;pushing the blame to someone else, who won't do it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;but it's fine with me, as long as the others are happy.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; trying to make it sound as if i'm so noble(i'm not !).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in actual fact, i &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; have to torlerate with all these crap.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm &lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strong&gt; what, ain't i?&lt;br /&gt;i'm the &lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt; guy, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;and am i taken for granted?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i don't want to know, i don't wish to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feigning happiness isn't what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to show you people i'm fine?&lt;br /&gt;just because i don't want you people to think i'm childish.&lt;br /&gt;throwing tantrums over a minor issue.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to make it seem like you people are the bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't really matter alot anymore, it's gone it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;and i knew that right from the start, it ain't gonna last at all.&lt;br /&gt;if i could, i would.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't, God gave us a memories.&lt;br /&gt;let us just leave it as memories, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'roughage';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; ain't here to tell me it's alright, sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-109152166314762784?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109152166314762784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109152166314762784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109152166314762784' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-109132839376299561</id><published>2004-08-01T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T15:11:44.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder when will you ever be mature.&lt;br /&gt;your thinking is still so small.&lt;br /&gt;i know i have no right at all.&lt;br /&gt;but i still see you as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you be more understanding.&lt;br /&gt;can't you open your mind wide to think carefully.&lt;br /&gt;can't you just think twice before you act.&lt;br /&gt;don't you know your words can hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reminder is a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;telling you what to do is commanding you.&lt;br /&gt;can't you differentiate the two.&lt;br /&gt;it was only a reminder not a command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your immaturity really turns me off.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know when you will ever grow up.&lt;br /&gt;when will your mind think the age you are.&lt;br /&gt;it's so disappointing to see you this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HATE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;seeing you this way.&lt;br /&gt;i want to help but i really don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to see you being immature.&lt;br /&gt;i want to see the grown up you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is i hope you will realise all these soon.&lt;br /&gt;and if you think i am taking a dig at you i am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i won't because i know when to and when not to.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope you will grow up and the sooner the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:roughage;"&gt;sigh, i don't know what i want from &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:janis;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;but one thing for sure i still love&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/5703309-109132839376299561?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109132839376299561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109132839376299561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109132839376299561' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-109102598175502411</id><published>2004-07-28T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T00:06:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;th&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;da&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;youare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;______.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;th&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;orgetyo&lt;/span&gt;u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;th&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eprom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ise&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hatmadetoyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;beke&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ptclose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tomyheart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;th&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;isipromise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;curve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5703309-109102598175502411?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109102598175502411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/109102598175502411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109102598175502411' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108945045481869759</id><published>2004-07-12T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T19:52:01.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been wondering so much lately.&lt;br /&gt;been dreaming(like always) so much.&lt;br /&gt;don't even know how are you doing.&lt;br /&gt;don't even know if you're fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the words i say about may be harsh and cruel.&lt;br /&gt;but, you know that i don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;all because is i care for you.&lt;br /&gt;i do want you to be fine and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote out the lyrics of "Fixing a Broken Heart".&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if this song still means something in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;'cause it still does, to me.&lt;br /&gt;and it always has and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v252/nornor/fixingabrokenheart.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;there's a picture of us together forever&lt;br /&gt;unfaded n unbroken&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go your love covers me&lt;br /&gt;forever more you'll be here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; still mean alot to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108945045481869759?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108945045481869759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108945045481869759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108945045481869759' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108897911108418717</id><published>2004-07-05T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T10:08:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?un=morning_prayer&amp;meme=1074625254' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Whats does your personality rate from 1-10? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your first full name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Your first full name' value='Eleanor Loke Hui Ming' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your personality rates a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;your best quality is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;deep inside ur a good person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;your worst quality is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;you need what you cant have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;this is because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;youre unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='morning_prayer'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074625254'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with the ORIGINAL &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; knew what i need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108897911108418717?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108897911108418717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108897911108418717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108897911108418717' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108892489933120951</id><published>2004-07-04T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T15:08:19.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RIPPED OFF FROM QIAOYING(WHO IN TURN, RIPPED OFF FROM WANXIN, WHO IN TURN, RIPPED OFF FROM SOME ELSE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is: eleanor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may seem: loud, narcissistic, fierce, unreasonable, bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really: someone you don't understand unless you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who know me think I'm: whatever they think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew me you'd probably: dislike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel: i ought to lose weight, but where's my DETERMINATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I: wake up and open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sleep: and NOT have nightmares or bad dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be doing anything right now, I would be: HOOKING A PBF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is: NOT EVERYTHING, but having no money is NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I wish I had is: you(DREAM AGAIN !), sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have that I wish I didn't: BREAST !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't need: BREAST AND HAIRY ARMPITS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had one wish it would be: to be with you and spend the rest of our lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: -points to the side and my HOOTGANG LEADER. : D&lt;br /&gt;My body: is filled with FATS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an angel flew into my window at night I would: know i'm dead. the angel has come to pick me up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a demon crashed into my window I would: i'm dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could see one person right now it would be: you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I want but I don't really need is: money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I need but I don't really want is: you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live to: EAT ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to: diss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of: seeing you &amp; her together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me angry when: people accuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream about: she telling me that she has feelings for her. SAD!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I daydream about: being rich !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal mate would be: shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal life would be: to be happy everyday ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know that I will never be able to do: be right beside you and walk through life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change one thing about myself physically, it would be: flatter tummy, toned arms and toned thighs and calfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed with: you and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am elated with: having to meet my PBF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story behind my username: i used to like westlife, alot and i still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current favourite article of clothing: quiksilver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last cd that I bought is: thinks but can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite place to be: is right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My least favorite place: is school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could play any instrument, it would it be: drums and piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song I sang was: ming ming hen ai ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my music player: the reason - hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently annoyed by: some shite arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite phrases are: YAWNS BURPS FARTS ! grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently: very FULL(after lunch), and feeling tired physically, emotionally, mentally, technically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; never tried to understand me and my feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108892489933120951?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108892489933120951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108892489933120951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108892489933120951' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108887437319481163</id><published>2004-07-03T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T11:28:55.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pictures of us keeps flashing in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;we were so close, so sweet, so in love back then.&lt;br /&gt;every single thing you did for me, i appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;but every single thing i did for you, seems so unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;why hold me when you know you'll let go of me?&lt;br /&gt;you led me into you but let just like that.&lt;br /&gt;did you think that it was unfair to me?&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why would you do something like that.&lt;br /&gt;all i ask for is you to hold me and walk through life together.&lt;br /&gt;is it that difficult or is it you don't want to spend your life with me.&lt;br /&gt;i won't and i can't understand, why all these had happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; is something i can do, for life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108887437319481163?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108887437319481163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108887437319481163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108887437319481163' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108826197414064061</id><published>2004-06-26T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T23:57:28.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's the 26th of june.&lt;br /&gt;it's been 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago on this date, at this time.&lt;br /&gt;you asked me a question that brought us together.&lt;br /&gt;though i did hesitate but i still agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;till today, that question is still fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;everything that you promised me, still lingers around me.&lt;br /&gt;it was the best days of my life, even though it was short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me care.&lt;br /&gt;you gave me concern.&lt;br /&gt;you showered me with love.&lt;br /&gt;and you gave me happiness(loving you).&lt;br /&gt;you took away all my troubles.&lt;br /&gt;you lighten off my burden.&lt;br /&gt;you stood by me when i needed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you came and went like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;gone for almost 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still wondering, if you remembered today.&lt;br /&gt;i know i am silly/stupid to actually hold on till now.&lt;br /&gt;but i never knew why i was never given another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never done you any wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i've never owe you anything.&lt;br /&gt;i've never let you down.&lt;br /&gt;i've never left you all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why, why do i deserve all these?&lt;br /&gt;you can say i make my own life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;then why aren't you here to take my pain away?&lt;br /&gt;to wipe my tears and to heal my heart, once again.&lt;br /&gt;you know you've the ability to make me stand.&lt;br /&gt;but why aren't you here for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want you back.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need you back.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need your love.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need your care.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need anything from you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna survive without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though when tears are shed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make these shed tears worth it.&lt;br /&gt;tears are never gonna shed for nothing again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna let this wait worth the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness is loving you.&lt;br /&gt;but i no longer can do it.&lt;br /&gt;as long as you're happy, i'm contented.&lt;br /&gt;your happiness, will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i really hope, is you to find back your old self.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like who you are now.&lt;br /&gt;it's so different from the first time i met you.&lt;br /&gt;eyes of yours can't see this, but mouths will bring to ears of yours.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't care, because i really miss the old you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what are &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108826197414064061?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108826197414064061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108826197414064061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108826197414064061' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108802453171007842</id><published>2004-06-24T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T05:02:11.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>clock reads 4:58am.&lt;br /&gt;yawns, i'm still awake.&lt;br /&gt;going to sentosa later, and i'm still here !&lt;br /&gt;omg PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm gonna sleep under the damn sun !&lt;br /&gt;ohh, and be BLACK after that !&lt;br /&gt;LOL, i LIKE !&lt;br /&gt;cool what!? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I'M HUNGRY ! :D&lt;br /&gt;and YAYIEE, we're gonna have MAC'S bf ! -yum&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for this 3 hours to pass !&lt;br /&gt;haha, then i'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;meeting at 830 at harbour front.&lt;br /&gt;i'm very sure carrie(which means including candice) and huiwen, will be LATE !&lt;br /&gt;YAWNS.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm not the only one up.&lt;br /&gt;there's dex, eugene and qiaoying.&lt;br /&gt;haha, YAWNS AGAIN !&lt;br /&gt;ok, shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;-sniffs&lt;br /&gt;I'M SLEEPY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; got my heart melted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108802453171007842?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108802453171007842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108802453171007842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108802453171007842' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108783318528284516</id><published>2004-06-21T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T14:55:55.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WAS BORED !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend who lives nearest to you:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; dex, eugene, diana and many more !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you've known longest:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; FUCK, my primary school friends? like durh ! ok, what about kindergarden friends? nonono, nursery friends PLEASE ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend who was your enemy before: &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; many PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you usually go shopping with:  &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; dex, carrie, diana, jasmine and many more !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you go clubbing with:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; dex, carrie, eugene, bj, ps, xb and LHONDA ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you usually tell your problems to:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; no one, i don't see the need to. as long as people around me are happy, i don't have problems. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you usually meet for meals?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; dex ! lol. -rubs tummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you sing with:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; MYSELF, ok, NO ! anyone PLEASE ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you last met:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; i THINK is DEX and LHONDA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you last talked to:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; carrie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you last talked to on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; dex !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you last smsed:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; dex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you hugged:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; FUCK!? i can't remember, the last time i hugged someone was on FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you last went out with:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; dex and bj? I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you last cried with:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; no one, i cried to myself with LOTS OF LOTS OF people around ! -embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you last said sorry to:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; i think is bj?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the friend you are thinking of right now:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; no one, not thinking of a FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend you can't wait to see:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; all of my friends, ok, DEX, CARRIE, LHONDA, DIANA, JASMINE, EUGENE, BJ, TIMMY and MISS SOON QIAOYING !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend whose presence you dearly miss&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; no one, not missing a friend. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 OF YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS (not ranked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1] judith&lt;br /&gt; 2] jed&lt;br /&gt; 3] dex&lt;br /&gt; 4] eugene&lt;br /&gt; 5] carrie&lt;br /&gt; 6] roy&lt;br /&gt; 7] bj&lt;br /&gt; 8] timmy&lt;br /&gt; 9] psxb&lt;br /&gt;10] LHONDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 THINGS THAT YOU REALLY WANT RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 1] be free&lt;br /&gt; 2] be happy&lt;br /&gt; 3] money to shop PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt; 4] *** to be happy&lt;br /&gt; 5] to be able to face ***&lt;br /&gt; 6] NOKIA 6230&lt;br /&gt; 7] get that layer of FATS off my tummy(lol)&lt;br /&gt; 8] 7/11's MASHED POTATOES -drools&lt;br /&gt; 9] be right beside *** (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS IN YOUR BAG&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 1] wallet&lt;br /&gt; 2] another wallet&lt;br /&gt; 3] discman&lt;br /&gt; 4] jacket&lt;br /&gt; 5] comb&lt;br /&gt; 6] handphone&lt;br /&gt; 7] minature perfume bottle&lt;br /&gt; 8] packets of tissue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS IN YOUR BEDROOM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1] bed(durh), the question says "BEDROOM" !&lt;br /&gt; 2] clothes(lying all over)&lt;br /&gt; 3] 2 comforter(lying all over)&lt;br /&gt; 4] study table(in a mess)&lt;br /&gt; 5] closet&lt;br /&gt; 6] curtains(it fell off from the wall -pouts)&lt;br /&gt; 7] something from *** hanging on my lamp&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;6 OF YOUR FAVE MOVIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1] phone booth&lt;br /&gt; 2] love actually&lt;br /&gt; 3] along came polly&lt;br /&gt; 4] harry potter&lt;br /&gt; 5] ZHUO YAN KAN JIAN GUI ! &lt;br /&gt; 6] NOT missing out THE CANNIBALS ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 OF YOUR FAVORITE FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1] RICE PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt; 2] potatoes&lt;br /&gt; 3] pasta&lt;br /&gt; 4] japanese cuisine&lt;br /&gt; 5] not forgetting, HOMECOOKED(varies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 THINGS YOU ATE/DRINK TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1] soya bean &lt;br /&gt;  2] crabstick(s)&lt;br /&gt;  3] green tea&lt;br /&gt;  4] baked potatoes with cheddar and bacon bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THINGS YOU COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1] food&lt;br /&gt; 2] air&lt;br /&gt; 3] water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 THINGS YOU USUALLY READ (not ranked)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 1] textbooks(study what !)&lt;br /&gt; 2] storybooks&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1 PERSON YOU CANT LIVE WITHOUT(not ranked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1] i don't live for anyone. with/without that person, i am still able to stand on my own. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us a name, bitch: eleanor&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?: 16 years and 5months(lol)&lt;br /&gt;How old do you want to be?: 21&lt;br /&gt;What's your starsign?:  aquarius -frowns&lt;br /&gt;What would you rather your starsign be?: don't bother&lt;br /&gt;Breeder?: ??? like HUH!?&lt;br /&gt;Are you breeding right now?: no&lt;br /&gt;Are you BLEEDING right now?:  no no no ! my mense is LATE ! lol&lt;br /&gt;How many toes do you have?:  10&lt;br /&gt;How many teeth?: i THINK 28&lt;br /&gt;Any siblings?: one&lt;br /&gt;Any parents? : i came from an exploding rock &lt;br /&gt;Where were you born?: mount e or a? lol&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you had a tail?:  like, what for? so girls can mast themselves? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap  &lt;br /&gt;Do you like babies?: i guess so&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where they come from?: like me, an exploding rock -rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me?: i just FARR KEENG DID !&lt;br /&gt;Would you, could you, eat green eggs and ham?:  no&lt;br /&gt;Is Dr Seuss stupid?: who the f*** is dr seuss?&lt;br /&gt;What's your day-job?: i'm still schooling&lt;br /&gt;Does it suck monkey balls?: ??? -yawns&lt;br /&gt;What would you rather be doing?: die cos' i'm answering STUPID questions&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?: singapore&lt;br /&gt;Where would you rather live?: canada&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to live on the moon?: no&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer, badgers or skunks?: badgers&lt;br /&gt;Are you a cat-girl?: no&lt;br /&gt;Is Hentaii porn scary?: doubt so&lt;br /&gt;Are cat-girls scary?: i guess so&lt;br /&gt;Are you a furry?: not furry, hairy. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;Are you furry, generally?: no&lt;br /&gt;Penguins are cool. Why?: because they are, DURH !&lt;br /&gt;Pick one: deaf or dumb.: dumb&lt;br /&gt;Pick one: Britney or Christina: christina, britney SUCK PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;Pick one: smack or crack: crack&lt;br /&gt;Pick one: puppies or kittens: puppies&lt;br /&gt;Pick one: "Cassie is the greatest" or death.: cassie is the greatest  &lt;br /&gt;Pick one: cigarettes or, uh, cigarettes:  can i farkeeng slap the person who came up with this question?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;More crap ("bored now")  &lt;br /&gt;Best looking chick ever.:  ME -waves YEA RIGHT ! jennifer aniston (((=&lt;br /&gt;Best looking guy.: are guys ever good looking? lol :D&lt;br /&gt;Most attractive foetus?: anything that's attractive?&lt;br /&gt;Best show ever?: many&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored now. Are you?: very&lt;br /&gt;So ... you ever killed anyone?: unfortunately, i failed my attempt&lt;br /&gt;Really?: yes, really ! -rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure?: ok, no&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you stash the body?: your farkeeng arse&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Freemason?: no&lt;br /&gt;Can I join?: hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Can I poke you?: Can I poke you?&lt;br /&gt;Does your milkshake bring all the boys to the yard?: no&lt;br /&gt;Can you teach me? Or do you have to charge?: i'd charge  &lt;br /&gt;Best toy ever?: SEX TOY -giggles PLEASE, NO ! the computer, it does WONDERS. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Do you kill kittens?: no&lt;br /&gt;Say something inspiring.: BANG THE WALL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and again, another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Age: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 16 years and 5months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Boyfriend: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- what about, girlfriend? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Chore you hate: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- washing the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Did it before: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- no, haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential make up item: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- i don't put on make-up, natural beauty's the BEST ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite actor/actress: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- jennifer aniston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- Gold or silver: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- my mommy's tummy(9 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Instruments you play: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- i have no musical talent -pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- Job title: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- lovely ! path to happiness (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L- Living arrangements: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- comfortable, that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Mom's name: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- my mom's name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N- Num of times u yawn in a day?: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 98214792192156 times, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- Overnight hospital stays: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- yes, who don't right? unless those stay in KAMPONG one. lol. babies all have to stay at least a NIGHT right. -grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobia: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote you like to say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Regular drink: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- water, is HEALTHY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Secret crush: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- lol, slowly guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- Time you wake up: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 1300 hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Unique habit: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable you refuse to eaT: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- CELERY PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst habit: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- talking farkeeng loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X- X-rays you've had: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y- Yummy food you make: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- and it comes out from my arse, many combination you know ! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac sign: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- aquarius -frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and another one, again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When were you born: 21st january 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were you born: singapore&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. What was your first grade form teacher's name: mdm chang ! she's the best ! :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. What was your first pet's name: richie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your worst accident (medical): -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was your favorite cartoon: LITTLE LULU -laughs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. Who was your first best friend: JOCELYN THAM EE LYN (((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When was the first time you ever went on a plane: K1, 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What used to be your favorite color: BLUE, it still is, just that YELLOW comes FIRST now. (=&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. Did you ever wet your pants at school: no, but i do laugh at people when they DO WET their PANTS. -grins&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. Did you ever get sent to the principal?: 561356138765138756358631563150893165913 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Did you ever start a food fight: yes, baha ! (((=&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;13. What was your worst fear: the CANE, when i was YOUNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was your favorite toy: i spoil almost every one of them, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Did you ever suck your thumb: yes, it's sweet ! haha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PRESENT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. What time is it: 2215 hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's the date: 21/06/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite movie: phone booth (((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite song: many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you have any pets: yes, a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If so what are their name: richie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What color hair do you have: dark &amp; light brown and a little of red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music do you listen to: oldies, randb, retro, sentimental and a LITTLE of techno&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;24. Do you still watch cartoons: seldom. my mother cancelled the cartoons channels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your favorite TV show: friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you get online often? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What state/province do you live in: a stupid RED DOT on the map, singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's your favorite type of food: anything that is edible except CELERY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FUTURE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. What do you want to be when you grow up: set up my own business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you want to go to college: definitely !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you want to get married: -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. If so at what age... if not why: 20 or 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you want to have kids: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What kind of car do you want: BMW convertable ! series 7 PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. At what age do you think you'll live to: how the fark would i know -rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Where do you want to live when you're 35: near the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What movie do you want to see next Saturday night: THE BE$T BET(anyone?) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What time do you think you will go to bed: LATE LATE LATE probably after 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you think you will have the same friends as you do now: i hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you want to walk on the moon: i'd like to try, if i could, before i die, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What kind of house do you want to live in: house with: kitchen, living room, balcony, 3 rooms(with bathroom in each of the rooms) at least, garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Which country would you like to visit?  canada =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...another one, grins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______Your Life_______&lt;br /&gt;[x] they call me: eleanor, nor loke, nor, ner ner, nezha, lu ming ming, lu meng meng, etc&lt;br /&gt;[x] sex: female - fe = male + fe = malefe - male = fe + male = female&lt;br /&gt;[x] first breath of air: 21st january 1988&lt;br /&gt;[x] best friends: many, look at the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______Rewind_______ &lt;br /&gt;[x] most memorable memory: 2 - 3 years ago&lt;br /&gt;[x] worst?: NOW&lt;br /&gt;[x] first best friend ever: JOCELYN THAM EE LYN -she's being missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______Love_______&lt;br /&gt;[x] love is: CRAP&lt;br /&gt;[x] first love?: true love? 08/06/02&lt;br /&gt;[x] love or lust?: both&lt;br /&gt;[x] is it possible to be in love w/ more than 1 person at one time: no, DURH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______True or False_______&lt;br /&gt;[x] all u need is love?: false&lt;br /&gt;[x] is there such thing as love at first sight?: yes, because it farkeeng happened&lt;br /&gt;[x] are you in love right now?: yes &amp; no&lt;br /&gt;[x] how many times have you been in love?: 1? 2? 3? 4? 5? 6? nah, 3 times, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______Opposite Sex_______&lt;br /&gt;[x] turns on: eyes, smile, hair, body.&lt;br /&gt;[x] do your parent's opinion on your bf/gf matter to you?: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] what kinda hair style?: short PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;[x] the sweetest thing a member of the opposite sex can do for you?: anything (((=&lt;br /&gt;[x] where do you go to meet new people?: when my friends introduce them&lt;br /&gt;[x] are you the type of person to HOLLER and ask for numbers: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______Picky Picky_______&lt;br /&gt;[x] dog or cat: preferred, dogs&lt;br /&gt;[x] short or long hair: short.&lt;br /&gt;[x] sunshine or rain: both&lt;br /&gt;[x] moon or sun: both&lt;br /&gt;[x] 1 best friend or 10 acquaintances: 1 bestie ! (((=&lt;br /&gt;[x] summer or winter: both&lt;br /&gt;[x] written letters or e-mails: written&lt;br /&gt;[x] play station or nintendo: ps&lt;br /&gt;[x] car or motorcycle: both&lt;br /&gt;[x] house party or club: both&lt;br /&gt;[x] what song are u listening to right now?: simple plan - perfect&lt;br /&gt;[x] have you ever almost died?: yes, while crossing the road(all the time)&lt;br /&gt;[x] how many kids do you want to have?: 4 ! (((=&lt;br /&gt;[x] son's name?: -shuts&lt;br /&gt;[x] daughter's name?: -shuts&lt;br /&gt;[x] how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?: how the fark would i know, just farkeeng eat it !&lt;br /&gt;[x] what do you like most of the opposite/same sex?: : eyes, smile, hair, smell, body.&lt;br /&gt;[x] personality: varies&lt;br /&gt;[x] do others find you attractive?: depends&lt;br /&gt;[x] anyone in mind?: yes &amp; no&lt;br /&gt;[x] who is it?: ***&lt;br /&gt;[x] like friendster?: farkeeng lagger&lt;br /&gt;[x] school?: sucks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i think this is the last?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIEFLY: Who/What comes to your mind when these things are mentioned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornings:&lt;br /&gt;school -yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;food ! -yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoons:&lt;br /&gt;napping time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening:&lt;br /&gt;dinner !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mall:&lt;br /&gt;CWP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie:&lt;br /&gt;phone booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcade:&lt;br /&gt;-rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carparks:&lt;br /&gt;BMW, CONVERTIBLE and MORE BMWs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;br /&gt;sadddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars:&lt;br /&gt;i want to DRIVE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate:&lt;br /&gt;KINDER BUENO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer:&lt;br /&gt;fosters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream Puffs:&lt;br /&gt;durian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue:&lt;br /&gt;ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green:&lt;br /&gt;grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow:&lt;br /&gt;my fav. colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange:&lt;br /&gt;JOANNA MAN ! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate:&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Which do you Prefer---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.WHITE OR RED ROSES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate flowers ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.ORIGINAL OR COPY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oringinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.FAME, FORTUNE OR BOTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.RICKY MARTIN OR WILLIAM HUNG(AMERICAN IDOL)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ricky martin PLEASE ! william hung can is HUNG PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.INCUBUS CONCERT OR KEITH MARTIN CONCERT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.CSI OR CSI:MIAMI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.MULLET, MOHAWK, OR DREADLOCKS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.LIFE OR DEATH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life. durh ! if i don't have a life, how to DIE and have DEATH ! tsk !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.RING(JAPANESE VER) OR THE RING(AMERICAN VER)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jap PLEASE ! american ver's CRAP ! (((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.MUDSLIDE OR BAILEYS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baileys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Question &amp; Answer----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If you were the very last person on earth...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd find my love and die right by her side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.If you could kill someone with no problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kill HER ! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you agree with Same-Sex Marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, definitely !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1? ok, pathetic PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.If you were in a party at Europe and someone with the same sex kissed you on the lips, what would you do? take the kiss and continue ! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.If you could turn back time, What year would you turn the time back to? 2002 ((((((((((((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.If you could change your age, what age would you change yourself into? 2 or 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----About secrets----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Is he/she in your friends list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.how long has he/she been your crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.what is first letter of his/her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Name a song that you want to personally sing in front of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.In your whole life, Have you ever puffed the magic dragon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??? -rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.When was the last time you got drunk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oops ! i think it's this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE: What is your..?&lt;br /&gt;-- Name: eleanor&lt;br /&gt;-- Birth date: 21st january 1988&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthplace: mount e or a? lol&lt;br /&gt;-- Current Location: singapore, in hougang, my home&lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Colour: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: 166&lt;br /&gt;-- Right handed or Left handed: rightie&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO: &lt;br /&gt;-- Heritage: chinese&lt;br /&gt;-- Weakness: loves to eat but hate to grow fat&lt;br /&gt;-- Biggest fears: -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;-- Your perfect pizza: pepperoni &amp; hawaiian&lt;br /&gt;-- Goal you'd like to achieve: be happy and see people around me happy&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: Your…?&lt;br /&gt;-- Most overused phrase(s): many&lt;br /&gt;-- Thoughts first waking up: i want to get back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;-- Best physical feature: i'm ugly and fat&lt;br /&gt;-- Usual bedtime: 10?&lt;br /&gt;-- Most missed memory: 2002&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: Preferences..?&lt;br /&gt;-- Pepsi or Coke: coke&lt;br /&gt;-- McDonald's or Burger King: MOS BURGER, ok, not in the list&lt;br /&gt;-- Single or group dates: single&lt;br /&gt;-- Lipton Iced Tea or Nestea: lipton&lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-- Cappuccino or Latte:latte. any&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: Do you…?&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke: social&lt;br /&gt;-- Sing: seldom&lt;br /&gt;-- Take a shower every day: durh !&lt;br /&gt;-- Have a crush(es): (=&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you've been in love: -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;-- Like high school: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to get married: -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;-- Believe in yourself: guess so&lt;br /&gt;-- Get motion sickness: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're attractive: no, like i've said, i'm ugly and fat &lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're a health freak: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parents: occasionally&lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Play an instrument: no&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: In the past month, you’ve…?&lt;br /&gt;-- Drank alcohol: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone on a date: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone to the mall: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten sushi: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Been dumped: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skating: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoplifted: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Changed who you were to fit in: no&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;-- Age you hope to be married: 20 - 21&lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Childrens: 4 ! -shuts about names&lt;br /&gt;-- Describe your Dream Wedding: under the sea or in an airplane or maybe not&lt;br /&gt;-- How do you want to die: natural death PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you want to be when you grow up? set up my own business&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: In a girl/boy, you would want…?&lt;br /&gt;-- Best eye color: any &lt;br /&gt;-- Best hair color: any&lt;br /&gt;-- Short or long hair: short PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: slightly shorter than me ! (((=&lt;br /&gt;-- Weight: average&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first date location: any, as long as both of us are present&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: List the number of:&lt;br /&gt;-- Drugs taken illegally: -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;-- People trust with my life: -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;-- CDs that I own: plenty&lt;br /&gt;-- Piercings:  2&lt;br /&gt;-- Tattoos: SOON PLEASE ! =(((&lt;br /&gt;-- Times my name has appeared in the newspaper? none PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;-- Scars on my body: have you seen my knees? -shrugs count them YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;-- Things in my past that I regret: plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ok, i promised this is really the LAST !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your High School : sjc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. nickname in high school? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor, nor loke, ner ner, nezha, lu ming ming, lu meng meng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. best subject? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths and science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. worst subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese PLEASE ! humanities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. a teacher you owe life lessons to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs elan (((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. a teacher you wanna kick in the ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaoster ! who doesn't right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Describe sec 1 year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, had a bestie, judith ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. sec 2 year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year with the MOST trouble BUT with great fun and great company ! sec 2E's still the best. (((= and of course sweet memories (((((((((((((((((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. sec 3 year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great with 3D and bandits*78 was BORN ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. sec 4 year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still getting through :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. your best friend was? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. your worst friend was? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. cafeteria food sucked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ! yummy, especially MALAY STALL ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. most hilarious school rule? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE NEEDS TO WEAR A HAIRBAND ! haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. wore uniforms? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;durh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. how was the prom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. who was prom king and queen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait till prom comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. any achievements? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. were you popular? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, in a farkeengbad way PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. best song that reminds you of high sch? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many ! haha, sec 2E, ALWAYS SANG while walking to the next class. sigh, those were the times (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. unforgettable high school crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONE PLEASE ! CRUSHES, OUT OF SCHOOL ! can't stand school people -barfs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. most embarrassing moment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends wanted to eat at LONG JOHN SILVER, but i said "they going JOHN LITTLE to eat !" ok, everybody stared and laughed at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. memory you'd like to forget about high school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time when friends and i quarrelled, tsk !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. best memory? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year 2002 ((((((((((((((((((((((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. any regrets? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. would you like your "future child" to attend ur high skool? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108783318528284516?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108783318528284516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108783318528284516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108783318528284516' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108772317959046274</id><published>2004-06-20T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T17:19:39.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOMETHING'S SCARING ME.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S DRAWING NEARER EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN FEEL IT, IT'S COMING NEARER.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO AFRAID IT'LL MAKE ME FALL.&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME WHAT TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL THE PRESSURE.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL THE PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL THE PRICKLING IN MY HEART.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO SCARY !&lt;br /&gt;-covers self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, TELL ME ELEANOR'S MAD PLEASE ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; will never know what i am talking about, HAH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108772317959046274?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108772317959046274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108772317959046274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108772317959046274' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108763590929137357</id><published>2004-06-19T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T17:05:09.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>body's aching like hell !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to dex's palce yesterday to watch DVD !&lt;br /&gt;the show's very sad; reminds me of so things.&lt;br /&gt;left dex's place around 9; towards town.&lt;br /&gt;dex met winnie &amp; clayton at cine; -looks at dex &amp; faints on the spot&lt;br /&gt;went over heeren; waited for bj to end work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went bq have our dinner; char siew rice ! -yum&lt;br /&gt;then monks; yes again.&lt;br /&gt;many things happened; don't want to mention.&lt;br /&gt;saw digusting people; like again. -pukes&lt;br /&gt;stayed till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, i lost my voice. -pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having so many body problems, yawns.&lt;br /&gt;that's about it ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't worry about me, i'll be just fine without &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108763590929137357?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108763590929137357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108763590929137357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108763590929137357' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108740978104973825</id><published>2004-06-17T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T02:24:51.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RIPPED THIS OFF FRIENDSTER ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. YOUR HOROSCOPE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- AQUARIUS -FROWNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. SiNGLE OR TAKEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- "TAKEN" )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. IF TAKEN, BY WHO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- THAT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN SERIOUSLY HURT BY THE PERSON YOU LOVED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- DURH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. WHAT WOULD BE YOUR REASON IF YOU TURNED SUICIDAL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- DON'T WORRY, I WON'T TURN SUICIDAL. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. IS SUICIDE REALLY KILLING YOURSELF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- NOPE, JUST RUNNING AWAY FROM YOUR PROBLEMS. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. PREFER COUNTRY OR CLASSiC?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- BOTH ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. PREFER CUTE/IDIOT OR SMART/UGLY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- SMART/UGLY(THEY HAVE BRAINS, THEY CAN BECOME HANDSOME TOO, GRINS !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. ARE YOU iN A STABLE RELATIONSHIP WiTH YOUR &lt;br /&gt;BF/GF/CRUSH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- NO ! BEING IGNORED EVERY NOW AND THEN ! -POUTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. YOU'D EXPECT A TEXT MESSAGE USUALLY FROM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- THAT &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; WHO MAKES ME SMILE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU LIKE DOING WHEN YOU'RE DEPRESSED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- ACT HAPPY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. CHEERFUL OR BORING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- BOTH ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. DESCRIBE A PERFECT DATE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- WHAT IS A DATE TO ME ANYWAY? SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. EVER WONDERED WHY NOBODY KNOWS WHY THE SKY &lt;br /&gt;IS BLUE? WHAT DO YOU THINK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- NOPE, BECAUSE IT'S NOT PINK OR PURPLE OR BROWN ! BUT BLUE'S MY FAV. COLOUR ! GRINS, SO I WON'T MIND ! (=&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. EVER BEEN HURT BY LOVE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- EXCUSE ME? WANT TO ASK HOW MANY TIMES!? LOOK AT QNS 4 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. WILL YOU EVER MAKE THE SAME MiSTAKE AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;WITH LOVE???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- DURH ! BECAUSE I JUST DID ! DAMN !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. EVER HATED ANYONE LiKE HELL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- DURH ! THOUGH HATE IS TOO STRONG A WORD, BUT I'VE FORGIVEN THAT PERSON. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. DO YOU DO ANYTHING WHEN A PERSON BREAKS UP &lt;br /&gt;WITH YOU AFTER ONE DAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- NOPE, JUST RESPECT THEIR DECISION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. GIVE ONE WORD THAT BEST DESCRIBES WHAT &lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE FEELiNG NOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- SADDDDDDDDDDDDDLONELYYYYYYYYYY(IT'S STILL &lt;em&gt;ONE&lt;/em&gt; WORD) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. DO YOU BELIEVE IN YOURSELF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- NOT REALLY, IN GOD PERHARPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. EVER PHYSICALLY HURT YOURSELF?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- YUPP ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. EVER VERBALLY HURT YOURSELF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- YUPP ! CURSED MYSELF ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. MOTTO IN LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- BE HAPPY NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS(YEA RIGHT) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. HAVE YOU EVER HAD *EXTRA* FEELINGS ABOUT A &lt;br /&gt;BEST FRIEND FROM THE OPPOSITE GENDER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- YUPP ! MY BESTIE ! OOPS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. IF YES, WHAT DID YOU DO ABOUT IT? IF NO, &lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- IGNORE ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. IS FAME &amp; MONEY THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS IN &lt;br /&gt;YOUR LIFE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- NOPE ! MY HEALTH IS. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. DO YOU MAKE ANY MOVEMENTS OR SOUNDS WHEN &lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE SLEEPING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- YUPP ! I KICK. GRINS ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. ARE YOU DIFFICULT TO WAKE UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- YUPP ! I'M A PEEG. -POINTS TO SIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. HOW OFTEN DO YOU SLEEP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- EVERYDAY!? DURH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. ARE YOU CONVENIENT WITH THAT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- DEFINITELY ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. LAST, HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT YOU WERE PERFECT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- NOPE, NOONE'S PERFECT ! NOT EVEN THE ONE I'M IN LOVE WITH, HAH ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD NOTHING TO DO ! YAWNS ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; only knew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108740978104973825?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108740978104973825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108740978104973825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108740978104973825' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108731348394724285</id><published>2004-06-15T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T11:25:08.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="51" color="red"&gt;I'M BURNT; CRIES !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa; dex, huilin, bj, qiaoying, diana, ryan and andrew.&lt;br /&gt;grins, there was sun and water !&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPS ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS LATE TO MEET DIANA &amp; DEX AT KOVAN STATION; SORRY ! :||&lt;br /&gt;MADE QIAOYING WAIT &lt;strong&gt;ALONE&lt;/strong&gt; AT HARBOUR FRONT STATION; SORRY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that silly ryan, she actually took a bus down fron sengkang to kovan!?&lt;br /&gt;when she could easily take a TRAIN and meet her INSIDE !&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!? silly her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DID I JUST EMBARRASSED HER!?" grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met huilin in the train &amp; headed towards harbour front !&lt;br /&gt;waited for that &lt;strong&gt;"aunty" bj&lt;/strong&gt; to come; late ALSO !&lt;br /&gt;ate at HAWKER CENTRE; FINALLY MY CHICKEN RICE ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT SCOLDING FROM CARRIE ! =(&lt;br /&gt;SADDDDD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REACHED THE BEACH and wanted to THROW DIANA DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;but she ANGRY; pout !&lt;br /&gt;so BORING cos' the sun was scorching; DIES !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, played with sand; GRINS ! -points below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/10/2080115/4376740588172l.jpg" WIDTH="215" HEIGHT="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUD !!! COME BACK QUICK ! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bathe and headed for town; MALUATED !&lt;br /&gt;goodness, in tee and quarts; UGLY PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;well, nevermind, came from BEACH WHAT !&lt;br /&gt;ate tori-q, crystal jade's HOTDOG bun &amp; CHICKEN WING and TAKO-PACHI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked for carrie at heeren.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NICE, I SUGGESTED OK !&lt;br /&gt;we'll go another day :D&lt;br /&gt;then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER TIRED; YAWNS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, really had fun with these love ones.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot for the fun though ! 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goodness.&lt;br /&gt;crowd wasn't that bad la?&lt;br /&gt;saw some D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G people from school(total turn-off) !&lt;br /&gt;like whatever PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, did i mention?&lt;br /&gt;i can NEVER be FULL.&lt;br /&gt;ate &lt;em&gt;lor mai gai&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;then saw &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;walked away of course :||&lt;br /&gt;sat outside with huilin, pohyee and dp to GOSSIP(tsk !)!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after monks, went GC with dex, bj &amp; huilin.&lt;br /&gt;ATE(yee meen) AGAIN :x&lt;br /&gt;HEADED HOME !&lt;br /&gt;-drops dead on bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a night to spend with these lovely people. :D&lt;br /&gt;though many things were on my mind that distracted me.&lt;br /&gt;but these people(dex, carrie, bj &amp; huilin) made my day !&lt;br /&gt;thank alot :D love all.&lt;br /&gt;definitely, not forgetting RHONDA ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108703003696160480?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108703003696160480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108703003696160480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108703003696160480' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108688018047629387</id><published>2004-06-10T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T00:40:56.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's quite saddening.&lt;br /&gt;lol !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108688018047629387?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108688018047629387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108688018047629387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108688018047629387' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108671493784625756</id><published>2004-06-09T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T16:27:54.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU want me to be HAPPY !?&lt;br /&gt;i will BE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108671493784625756?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108671493784625756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108671493784625756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108671493784625756' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108663106878785592</id><published>2004-06-08T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T01:57:48.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108663106878785592?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108663106878785592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108663106878785592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108598512188965270' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108468291605550257</id><published>2004-05-15T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T15:52:10.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-using the dex language-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ish varlie happy.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me vhat.&lt;br /&gt;just varlie happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; ish making me varlie happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108468291605550257?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108468291605550257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108468291605550257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108468291605550257' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108401431746061188</id><published>2004-05-08T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T19:08:32.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; always appear differently, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just hope &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; would not be taken for granted again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108401431746061188?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108401431746061188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108401431746061188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108401431746061188' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108351140734419369</id><published>2004-05-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T23:26:53.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; make me ***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; really mean what &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108351140734419369?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108351140734419369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108351140734419369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108351140734419369' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108299393817145087</id><published>2004-04-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T23:42:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are the cure to every pain in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are the fire that melts my heart completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are the one i choose to love, miss &amp; need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are simply someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are mean! :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;hah, but well, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the willing party anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are damn idiot, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are MEAN, tsk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108273381043079891?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108273381043079891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108273381043079891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273381043079891' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108227796071629115</id><published>2004-04-15T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T16:49:15.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>roar!&lt;br /&gt;the day is boring.&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;em&gt;**you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing can change the fact, i love &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108227796071629115?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108227796071629115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108227796071629115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108227796071629115' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-108090728254858907</id><published>2004-04-02T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T15:28:38.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Do I Live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I get through &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;one night &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I had to live without you&lt;br /&gt;what kind of life would that be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoOoOoO I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you in my arms &lt;br /&gt;Need you to hold, your my world, my heart, my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever leave, baby &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take away everything &lt;br /&gt;good in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and tell me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I live without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I breath without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, if you ever go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I ever , ever survive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I, how do I oh &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how do I live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without you, there'd be no sun in my sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be no love in my life there'd be no&lt;br /&gt;world left for me and I ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby I dont know what I would do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lost if I lost you, if you ever leave baby &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take away everything real in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I live without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;How do I breath without you, if you ever go&lt;br /&gt;How do I ever , ever survive?&lt;br /&gt;How do I, how do I oh &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how do I live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me baby&lt;br /&gt;how do I go on&lt;br /&gt;if you ever leave&lt;br /&gt;baby you would take away everything&lt;br /&gt;need you with me&lt;br /&gt;baby dont you know that your everything good in my life&lt;br /&gt;and tell me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I live without you&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I breath without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, if you ever go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I ever , ever survive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I, how do I oh how do I live(fading...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do I even get through till today, without &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; in my life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-108090728254858907?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108090728254858907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/108090728254858907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108090728254858907' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107927749931018143</id><published>2004-03-14T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:33:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you love me tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight you're mine completely&lt;br /&gt;You give &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your love so sweetly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the light of love is in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will you love me tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this a lasting treasure&lt;br /&gt;Or just a moment's pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I believe the magic of your sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight with words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say that I'm the only one&lt;br /&gt;But will my heart be broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night meets the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd like to know that your love&lt;br /&gt;Is love that I can be sure of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now and I will not ask you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine me and you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I do&lt;br /&gt;I think about you day and night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's only right&lt;br /&gt;To think about the girl you love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;If I should call you up&lt;br /&gt;Invest a dime&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you say you belong to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how the world could be&lt;br /&gt;So very fine&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't see me loving nobody but you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're with me&lt;br /&gt;Baby the skies will be blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they toss the dice&lt;br /&gt;It had to be&lt;br /&gt;The only one for me is you&lt;br /&gt;And you for me&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't see me loving nobody but you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're with me&lt;br /&gt;Baby the skies will be blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they toss the dice&lt;br /&gt;It had to be&lt;br /&gt;The only one for me is you&lt;br /&gt;And you for me&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they toss the dice&lt;br /&gt;It had to be&lt;br /&gt;The only one for me is you&lt;br /&gt;And you for me&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So happy together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the weather&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're happy together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So happy together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So happy together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My only happiness is to have &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107927749931018143?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107927749931018143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107927749931018143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107927749931018143' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107780075908867042</id><published>2004-02-26T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T21:20:29.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a little bit more love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as love's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am here for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; could &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lose my heart to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, if you don't turn and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' the way I feel I might lose control and let you stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; could &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take you in my arms and never let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; could fall &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in love with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I take the chance to let you know, my love is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow will you want me still&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;should &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep this to myself and never let you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every single day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I want you to know, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am always true to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me in your arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; know &lt;strong&gt;I'm always here&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;just for you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107780075908867042?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107780075908867042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107780075908867042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107780075908867042' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107676029952620790</id><published>2004-02-15T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:28:14.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day to all. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we ain't together, I am really very glad you messaged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was just a simple "Happy Valentine's Day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect you to message me, but it really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say, but I am really thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are the sweetest already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107676029952620790?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107676029952620790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107676029952620790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107676029952620790' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107483821108941518</id><published>2004-01-21T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T14:20:35.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my day and I wished you were to celebrate with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, though it didn't came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am really glad enough to receive your message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words are enough to warm me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grins, didn't expect you to wish me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're away, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll come back soon, then we can see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, I miss &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107483821108941518?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107483821108941518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107483821108941518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483821108941518' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107288033772162796</id><published>2003-12-31T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T17:07:40.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A day before we step into a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those things that happened, those things that I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about many stuffs, the year was a BAD one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make sure, the NEW year's gonna be smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, no hassles, it's all about O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA HA, WA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor's got to work hard in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, I wished you were here to spend the &lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt; moment with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107288033772162796?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107288033772162796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107288033772162796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107288033772162796' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107234445707479219</id><published>2003-12-25T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T17:34:15.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing more I can say but a BIG THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, if you ever knew, I was glad you spend &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; moment with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107234445707479219?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107234445707479219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107234445707479219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107234445707479219' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107159400664221163</id><published>2003-12-17T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T09:16:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sun's out and it was just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a shower and went on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at the usual place, had coffee and a pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned to leave, I couldn't believe my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you standing there, I didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, we stood there face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dying to hold you, but I couldn't bring myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, will you ever let me hold you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107159400664221163?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107159400664221163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107159400664221163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107159400664221163' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107147231622112939</id><published>2003-12-15T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T00:54:59.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll always remember, the very day I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late afternoon, we'd spent most of our time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lasted forever, but it ended so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all by yourself, on the beach bench, staring up at the dark grey sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In places no one will find all your deepest feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, I'm missing you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107147231622112939?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107147231622112939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107147231622112939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107147231622112939' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107132474145433893</id><published>2003-12-13T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T17:05:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We could read each others' mind, we'd never wanna be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those days are gone, now I want you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is long and I need your touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to say, never meant to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to be alone tonight, I wanna feel you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling again &amp; again, harder &amp; harder each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do that made me feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I hear your voice, I start to tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I know I'll never have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, you'll never know how much I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107132474145433893?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107132474145433893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107132474145433893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107132474145433893' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107114371200059781</id><published>2003-12-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T19:55:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The touch of those hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mesmerizing eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever so captivating smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The you that will never leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, I want to be with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107114371200059781?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107114371200059781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107114371200059781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107114371200059781' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107090105272310627</id><published>2003-12-09T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T00:31:36.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107090105272310627?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107090105272310627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107090105272310627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107090105272310627' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107060042937256012</id><published>2003-12-05T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T13:01:09.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't better if you'd told me earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I won't have to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, it doesn't matter alot to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's over and I'm so glad it is. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things on &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; side are fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, guess I won't be blogging very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to update what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shall wait till the next time I blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad it's over, I'm glad I'm over &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm glad I made it through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107060042937256012?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107060042937256012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107060042937256012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107060042937256012' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-107029069292331370</id><published>2003-12-01T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T23:02:17.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess life's been great for me lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not under any stress or in depression mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say, I've put many things down as I've thought through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no point brooding over things which makes you upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point to cry almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I just look at it in another point of view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd felt much better, which I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's simple &amp; happier as long as you make it the way you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; not to be upset &amp; be &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't lie to yourself, that's &lt;em&gt;no difference&lt;/em&gt; from being upset over the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll end up asking yourself, why all these happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think the whole world is going against you, why not think that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are the one going against the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't owe you a living, live it the way you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there're words coming from others, don't be affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your life, you create it to be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, I won't deny I still feel for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; as much as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's not point in hanging on, soon &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;'ll hear rom me that I've forgotten &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at life in another point of view, it ain't so bad after all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;ICE-CREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVING.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try having some of your favourite ice-cream when you're down, it makes you feel better. grins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-107029069292331370?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107029069292331370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/107029069292331370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107029069292331370' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106973752324558460</id><published>2003-11-25T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T00:21:09.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are my instincts &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't they just be &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;ONCE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do these things have to upset me so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to feel this way, I hate to react this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say, &lt;em&gt;"Ignorance is a Bliss."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so right about this phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather I was kept in the &lt;strong&gt;DARK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I hate to lie to myself, the more I hate others to lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're somethings that one really has to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've come to know things which I long wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lost for I do not know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just want to forget &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ASAP&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to go any deeper anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; were out of my life, till the day I forget &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm being very selfish here, but I really have no other choice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to face &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; and I can't face &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; don't want to shed anymore tears for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm really starting to hate &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm sorry.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not want us to get any closer ever again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106973752324558460?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106973752324558460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106973752324558460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106973752324558460' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106905193517720887</id><published>2003-11-17T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T13:09:37.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flies so quickly, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how much do you know what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you can explain the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself don't even know what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, what a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone can actually change so much just within 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter anymore, I am too numbed to even feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to say yet there's no way I could express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it through words or action, most probably I would just blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never seem to be able to control my temper, that's bad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;20th October 2003&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;02nd November 2003&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106905193517720887?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106905193517720887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106905193517720887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106905193517720887' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106851653343014957</id><published>2003-11-11T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T10:08:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want back "those" times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you received the **th star, that's when I will forget &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106851653343014957?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106851653343014957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106851653343014957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851653343014957' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106830650598520523</id><published>2003-11-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T23:48:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love doesn't need possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't bother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106830650598520523?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106830650598520523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106830650598520523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106830650598520523' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106822052683574596</id><published>2003-11-07T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T23:56:41.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wished you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you give the answers to my questions?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106822052683574596?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106822052683574596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106822052683574596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106822052683574596' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106770052229745825</id><published>2003-11-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T14:29:21.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have had enough of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I will stick to what I planned to do at first.&lt;font color="white"&gt;(maybe not)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106770052229745825?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106770052229745825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106770052229745825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106770052229745825' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106715377290926326</id><published>2003-10-26T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T15:50:29.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; want, I don't know what's on &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to guess, I want &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what do I really mean to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, what am I to you in &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; mean by those words &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; said ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; really mean it or is it an &lt;strong&gt;indirect&lt;/strong&gt; answer to that question ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; need to, don't hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; time if &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; need them, tell me &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a must that &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; have to tell me, but if it's necessary, do tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; know the &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; I have been referring to is &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will definitely wait and be right here for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, no matter how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;'d told me we won't end up together, I will still love &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; no matter what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106715377290926326?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106715377290926326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106715377290926326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106715377290926326' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106682644271783501</id><published>2003-10-22T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T11:38:42.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad with the way things are between &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; now. &lt;strong&gt;(no, we're not together, not at all.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be asking for more cos' if it's meant to be, the more will come one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future of &lt;strong&gt;ours&lt;/strong&gt; will come or not, depends on fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I won't dare to look ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am not asking for more now, so &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; shall let time prove everthing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I will wait for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, definitely, no matter how long. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;iLu**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; cos' of who &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are, don't ask me why I chose &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, I just love &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106682644271783501?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106682644271783501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106682644271783501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106682644271783501' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106654858657574966</id><published>2003-10-19T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T15:29:56.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; told me &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; don't, how am I to believe &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I want to believe &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are also other resources which are stopping me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; my trust, but it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't trust &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, it's just I need time to prove everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words don't prove everything, guess I shall just wait and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's true &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; still do, I wish &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; all the best and may happiness be with &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what happens, I'll be right here, for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;iLu**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I choose to believe &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, so please let this truth be true. I don't wish &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; to lie to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106654858657574966?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106654858657574966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106654858657574966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106654858657574966' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106645980445192205</id><published>2003-10-18T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T14:53:17.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I know the truth, I guess I should just step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying and wishing the &lt;strong&gt;both of you&lt;/strong&gt; happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I am worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why, I won't be able to tell &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; choice is right, and &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;'ll be happy with &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, things don't turn out the way we want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But choices shape our destiny, it can turn out the way we want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If&lt;/strong&gt; we have the courage and the determination to strive for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess, I belong to lack-of-courage group and without determination kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, but it doesn't matter anymore now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;'re happy, I will be just glad to be by &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; side to catch &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; if &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be here for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;I promise&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106645980445192205?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106645980445192205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106645980445192205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106645980445192205' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106631610641933625</id><published>2003-10-16T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T14:40:27.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe it's better you take it I never said it to you before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are all so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I feel so stupid now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lying to myself all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all lies, the lies that were never true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like letting it all out, but how am I supposed to do that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish these feelings just come and go as I want them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIgh, I feel really silly about falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing I can do now, I just hope I can forget this ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to go through these much pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to and I don't wish to either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giving &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; up is something I won't want to do, but...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY THUNDER ! ! !&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106631610641933625?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106631610641933625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106631610641933625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106631610641933625' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106623350007503747</id><published>2003-10-15T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T22:55:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;NOT&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right &lt;strong&gt;WITH&lt;s&gt;OUT&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you.&lt;/em&gt; iLu**&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROTHER ! ! !&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106623350007503747?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106623350007503747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106623350007503747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106623350007503747' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106611841783828532</id><published>2003-10-14T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T21:26:46.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Tell me it's just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream of falling in love with &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, a reality that was never true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just an illusion of &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;, isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We&lt;/strong&gt; are created through dreams, aren't &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; that was never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it right from the start, but stubbornly, I didn't step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; warned me about everything, yet I insisted on going forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all so difficult to turn back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; could step into my world, the world where &lt;strong&gt;our love&lt;/strong&gt; will start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, it's &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; gonna be &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, never will &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; be a reality of this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to bother &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; with my love, cos' I don't want to lose &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, even as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; mean too much to me, that i'll have to &lt;strong&gt;give you up&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's gonna be hard on me this period, but with determination, i'm gonna &lt;strong&gt;give you up&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;put you down completely&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go at my own pace but to force myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate doing this but it leaves me with no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hope &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;'ll find &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; to share &lt;strong&gt;your happiness&lt;/strong&gt; with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; will only stay as &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; which &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt;'ll always be, &lt;strong&gt;I PROMISE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 0 2 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wish to shed anymore tears for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106611841783828532?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106611841783828532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106611841783828532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106611841783828532' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106581323498142372</id><published>2003-10-11T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T00:24:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; really want to know, I've put &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; down &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem so impossible, but it's &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was because of &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; when I decided to put &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know my feelings for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; could make me come up with such a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; may not believe me, but I hope &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; will believe me for how I feel towards &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now all I wish for is that &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; can be together someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will that day ever come? Sigh, I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; to step into my life, but for now, I shall just let nature take its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; will ever feel for me, it's for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; to feel, I can't force &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; to like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope, &lt;strong&gt;if you&lt;/strong&gt; really do feel something for me, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; will tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I know falling for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; wasn't wrong right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iLu* you&lt;/strong&gt; know who &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But afterall, i'm gonna give &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; up no matter what, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; know it best &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106581323498142372?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106581323498142372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106581323498142372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106581323498142372' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106558574872672477</id><published>2003-10-06T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T03:29:16.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who knows what will happen in future.  * * s i g h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106558574872672477?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106558574872672477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106558574872672477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106558574872672477' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106535460502842388</id><published>2003-10-05T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T19:50:05.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh heh, I know I haven't been blogging for like days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, doubt I will be blogging for the next few days too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are starting like tomorrow? Got to pull up my socks for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**growls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done my art research, sick mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**arghs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be burning midnight oil tonight, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice what, hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, what happened the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**thinks hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ 2 n d  &amp;  3 r d  O c t o b e r ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur... Ohh, nothing much happened la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily routine I guess, school home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But went Airport to study on the 3rd with Dex, PohYee, Jasmine and Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let around 10+, reached home around 11+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Didn't really study, taught Dex and Jasmine math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ 4 t h  O c t o b e r ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jasmine to get Judith and Jia Xin Bithrday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, went PS to look or their presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met Diana at Serangoon station at around 620.p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 103 down Jalan Kayu to meet Carrie, Dex and Thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, my prata!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared 2 Mutarbaks &lt;strong&gt;(wrong spelling I guess)&lt;/strong&gt; with Jasmine and Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie, Dex and Thunder don't know ate what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ordered, Chocolate prata, Garlic prata, Cheese prate, can't remember already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurr... Thunder felt like puking after that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, left the place and we stood at God-knows-where and started talking about Mr Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well, shoot us please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. **diess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we accompanied Carrie to AMK and sent her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, yes, we just went to AMK to send Carrie off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we rot around AMK!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**diess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to go what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest suggest suggest, decided to head for Diana's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So took a 136 down, on the way at my place, we alighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I suggested to head for my house instead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurr... Diana and Jasmine stayed till 12 +++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Dex and Thunder, they stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, chat till the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, 5+ I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we woke around 12+++ earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! I didn't have my 10 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out around 3+++ 4 to meet Diana and get Dex's storybook back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Yoshi's and headed for EPB to get art stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed for our own homes, hurr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder went ChinaTown to meet her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, slept awhile but couldn't take the pain in my teeth, so I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teeth still hurts now, arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, shall tolerate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall return to this thing maybe during 15 - 16 October?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, exams what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 0 2 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are the one who can really make me put &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; down completely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106535460502842388?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106535460502842388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106535460502842388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106535460502842388' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106501767197693911</id><published>2003-10-01T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T15:37:19.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey look here mann, those "&lt;em&gt;kaypo&lt;/em&gt;" ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM OVER ROY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this clear, I am OVER HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if I still do feel for her, it's NONE OF YOUR &lt;s&gt;FUCKING&lt;/s&gt; BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it best, I am over her, means I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake, get your facts clear before you want to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; sick and tired all of these shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has already been more than a year, what &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; rights do you have to think that i still like her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you people have brains!? Do you want me to call your bitches!? DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, or is it just because my good friend is with her now that you all have to think this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, I CANNOT SAY I TOTALLY FORGOTTEN ROY, COS' THAT'S &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IMPOSSIBLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still lives in my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, yes she does, but as a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get this clear, a friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with what I have now, friends like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your comments to my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I don't wish my good friend to feel &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; bad about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see my friend being happy with Roy with no worries or hassles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop all these shit la k, &lt;s&gt;FUCK&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all don't want to care about my feelings, please think for my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking hell don't want anything to clash between me and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do cherish this friend of mine alot, i just don't wish to lose her in anyway cos' of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope those of you giving comments on me still liking Roy, to shut up and worry about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend and I don't need those comments of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET THIS CLEAR, I'M FUCKING OVER ROY AND SHE'S HAPPY WITH MY FRIEND NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SHUT YOUR FUCKING BIG MOUTHS UP AND STOP COMMENTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be most &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry, not even a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just utterly &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with some people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106501767197693911?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106501767197693911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106501767197693911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106501767197693911' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106493521360385948</id><published>2003-09-30T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T23:44:00.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how to put this, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I were given a chance to choose, my answer would be obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, I would choose to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it better to be free than to have so much worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I don't have to be stressed over such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... If only you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? **sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 0 2 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to be free from everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106493521360385948?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106493521360385948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106493521360385948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106493521360385948' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106465706270158057</id><published>2003-09-27T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T18:04:22.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm happy with what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it good that we're like that now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so first time, and it's really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wish anything to affect this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, going to meet Dex and Jasmine for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked Thunder, but she said it was a little too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting them around 6+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Heartland &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;, just went there yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. **winks at jasmine and diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tskk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I have got &lt;em&gt;NOTHING&lt;/em&gt; to blog about, so I shall blog another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 0 2 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you finally, I wished you knew I am missing you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106465706270158057?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106465706270158057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106465706270158057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106465706270158057' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106449831029730679</id><published>2003-09-25T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T21:58:30.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure of it, but if it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are drawing nearer and nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bearly 2 weeks to revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly around a week or so to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tskk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to start putting in more effort, or else I won't be able to get a promotion to Sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of hard to concentrate now, mind filled with lots of troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed with things that are happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do mann?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself don't even know how to handle these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I am gonna try my very best and put in all the effort I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna make it, Eleanor Loke!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, shall blog another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 0 2 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M y  h e a r t  i s  a  e a s e ,  f i n a l l y .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106449831029730679?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106449831029730679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106449831029730679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106449831029730679' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106422526377988159</id><published>2003-09-22T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:09:20.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://miva.zodiacal.com/acro.mv"&gt;Try this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME ANALYSIS FOR: Eleanor Loke HuiMing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor:&lt;br /&gt;You have a need to communicate and express yourself. You are inclined to over intellectualize, and hate to be misquoted. You have a diplomatic flair to your nature. Equality and fairness are important to you. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood. You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind. You have a great deal of loyalty to those you love. You have much inner strength. You enjoy a challenge. You can take thought-directed actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loke: &lt;br /&gt;You have a diplomatic flair to your nature. Equality and fairness are important to you. You need to learn flexibility. You have good recuperative abilities. You are determined. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiMing:&lt;br /&gt;You are an 11th hour person, always succeeding just in the nick of time. The lesson of money is prominent in your life. You are soft-hearted with a charitable nature. You are relatively demonstrative in your affections. You enjoy being stroked verbally and physically. You are always involved with projects and things to do. You need to learn to give and receive love for love's sake. You have a need to be assured of affection. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr. You are a hard worker when you make up your mind to do a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite true I guess. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106422526377988159?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106422526377988159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106422526377988159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106422526377988159' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106414484120606501</id><published>2003-09-20T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T19:49:21.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Call me a bitch please, sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106414484120606501?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106414484120606501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106414484120606501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106414484120606501' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106377306515870578</id><published>2003-09-17T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T14:09:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feel shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny I like &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; and I really do like &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to suffer anymore heartbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; really like someone else, I don't mind giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are happy, that is all that makes me contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; how I feel for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish this to affect our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping it to myself, and I hope somehow &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; will understand in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;[ 0 2 - - ]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Y o u    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div align="right"&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a r e     &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div align="right"&gt;j u s t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;t h e     &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div align="right"&gt;w a n t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;o n e     &lt;/div&gt; 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     &lt;div align="right"&gt;t o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;f e e l   &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div align="right"&gt;f e e l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;f o r .   &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="right"&gt;u p s e t .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106377306515870578?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106377306515870578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106377306515870578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106377306515870578' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106351607184034422</id><published>2003-09-14T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T13:11:44.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reply(s)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiting: HELLO! LOL, yepp. Go where also will meet, tskk! Take care too, love ya. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayvern: Yepp, I am ok! Yeahs, you la, I don't even know you nick online now!? LOL, stop changing! Anyway, take care too la! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I guess it has cease somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airen: =((( Aiyo, you don't know fly till where, want to find you also can't. TSKK!!! How to flirst with you? LOL. No la, don't worry, I am fine. =) I will take care abd try to cheer up too. Hmms, yeahs, will look for you if I need someone's ear, thanks. Your Ai Ren loves you too! =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dex: LOL, what lazy? I really have nothing to blog, I don't see the need what! You just saw me yesterday, BUT... I miss you too! If only we were real brothers and sisters. Hah, silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to thank those who stood by me on Friday, I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you talked to me, and it has really knocked some sense into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am awake from my dream, I am in no pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all, especially, &lt;em&gt;Roy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(for the face-to-face talk)&lt;/strong&gt;, Carrie, Thunder, Veron, Timmy, RuiPing, Leon, Kaden, Ed and I really can't recall already, really want to say a BIG BIG thanks and a sorry for troubling you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106351607184034422?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106351607184034422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106351607184034422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106351607184034422' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106334416846297590</id><published>2003-09-12T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T13:22:48.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 14 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out later, hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing for me? Bad me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, like who cares already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do anymore, I just want to forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I need to flirt with my additional math homework &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have not complete my homework yet, I am so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ - - - - ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C e a s e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a l l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p a i n ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f r e e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f r o m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e v e r y t h i n g .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106334416846297590?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106334416846297590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106334416846297590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106334416846297590' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106320108530594200</id><published>2003-09-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T21:41:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;BAD BAD BAD DAY&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it, had a &lt;em&gt;STUPID, SENSELESS, RETARDED&lt;/em&gt; quarrel with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooster Ed: Yeahs, thanks mann. =))) Anyway, ya take care too yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FeiMao: Haha, yeahs! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went cycling at ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dex didn't want to cycle at first, but still did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, you didn't fall you chicken. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Dex to town to have her hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to flirt with my additional math homework &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ - - - - ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d o n ' t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k n o w ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d o n ' t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q u e s t i o n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a n y m o r e .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ' m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l o s t ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s i g h .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106320108530594200?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106320108530594200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106320108530594200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106320108530594200' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106291533066845663</id><published>2003-09-07T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T23:26:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to return it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 0 2 1 5 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= / / /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106291533066845663?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106291533066845663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106291533066845663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106291533066845663' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106282501283894789</id><published>2003-09-06T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T23:25:49.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS THE PRETTY CARRIE PARTNER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;airen: Hehe, ok la. I will study de! =))) I also hope I can promote to sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 0 2 1 5 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ / g r i n s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y o u ' r e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b a c k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a n d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ' m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g l a d ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l e a s t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h o p i n g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y o u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w o u l d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c o m e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b a c k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s o o n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b e c a m e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r e a l i t y .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t h a n k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G o d .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106282501283894789?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106282501283894789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106282501283894789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106282501283894789' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106273159812881297</id><published>2003-09-05T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T11:13:18.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ask me why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school due to incomplete project I have to pass up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually also getting my result slip today, but heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know what subjects I pass and fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays' just next week, which means exams are drawing nearer, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how am I gonna get through this sec 3 and promote up to sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, don't want to think so much also, study and hardworking is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ya, maybe I will be leaving for Malaysia next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, depends on my mother, see if she wants to go to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! =))) //grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, going out later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Diana, Lex and Kristle at Hougang Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At like around 6!? TSKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I need to get out of the damn house early!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad asked me to be home by 9, but do you think I will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid IE is like SO down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taking its own sweet time to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to flirt with my A math already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of homework, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Practice makes &lt;s&gt;perfect&lt;/s&gt; it better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[0215]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m i s s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y o u ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s i g h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C o m e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b a c k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s o o n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106273159812881297?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106273159812881297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106273159812881297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106273159812881297' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106250596212413731</id><published>2003-09-02T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T16:38:55.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poh a.k.a DS&lt;strong&gt;(grins, ask Dex what's DS =P)&lt;/strong&gt;: ROAR!!! LOL, not R O Y! Hee, yeahs! Certainly had fun with you and of course the rest!  TSKK! Yepp, meet up soon, guess this Saturday? LOL. Take care, hugss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airen: Ayee, you'll shy? LOL. Ok la, hehe. Anyway, thanks for dropping yeah! =))) //pats Don't be sad even if you're not! LOL, you know what I mean. //winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, had a really bad day today, don't wish to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, looking so foward to this Saturday&lt;strong&gt;(grins)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, God will bless us. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so... &lt;em&gt;URGH&lt;/em&gt; about my Biology Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been passing the tests, but this time I failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' of that gawddamn &lt;em&gt;teacher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Eugene Simon)&lt;/strong&gt;, he marked our papers and he &lt;em&gt;FAILED&lt;/em&gt; all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Fail never mind, fail until to the extent of 1-digit failing marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO RIDICULOUS!!!&lt;/em&gt; When I compared my answers to my other friends, we've got the same answers but marks were &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; given to me, but was given to my friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT THE HELL!!! NOT FAIR!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR ROAR ROAR! ROAR that chicken mcnugget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Biology, I failed my A math but passed the rest of my test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tskk, which makes me &lt;em&gt;HAPPY&lt;/em&gt;! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, need to flirt with my math now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of lots of lots of math to flirt with, I can just zoom to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR, so many homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[0215]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y o u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a r e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o u t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t o w n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a n d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g u e s s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w o n ' t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a b l e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s e e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y o u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106250596212413731?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106250596212413731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106250596212413731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106250596212413731' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106217382503796754</id><published>2003-08-30T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T00:17:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FeiMao: Yepp, good. MUST study real hard. Hmms, alright, I am fine with anything, but most importantly now is that you must study. //naggy Hehe, yeahs, will take care, you too yeah! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I wait for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to do all these for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be  like this because of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you give me the answers to these questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you? Can you? &lt;em&gt;I DON'T THINK SO&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now get out of my sight before I lose my patience and **** you upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[0215] Why? Can you? Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106217382503796754?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106217382503796754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106217382503796754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106217382503796754' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106213770963846285</id><published>2003-08-29T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T14:17:09.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christal: Hee, guess I will be seeing you today ba! //grins take care and miss ya! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Bung: Tskk! Forever stealing my strawberries. LOL, eating real ones? Jealous? Why should I be? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayiee!!! Teachers' Day performance was &lt;em&gt;GREAT&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulitmate &lt;em&gt;FUN&lt;/em&gt;! //giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class did well and was praised by many teachers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really overjoyed, as teachers joined in to cheer with &lt;em&gt;US&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... my voice is like so "&lt;em&gt;z&lt;/em&gt;h&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;o &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt;i&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;!" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like whatever, best teachers' day I ever had! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really proud of the class today! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, I think I will blog tonight again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, meeting Carrie and Dex later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I missed them! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[0215]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h a v e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s u d d e n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u r g e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s e e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y o u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a n d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c a n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s h a r e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j o y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w i t h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y o u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106213770963846285?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106213770963846285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106213770963846285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106213770963846285' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106200365232630016</id><published>2003-08-28T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T01:06:33.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I am done with my English Project! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having aches all over, tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christal: Don't worry, I won't resort to drugs, just a passing remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P de Bung: Nahh, you can take the strawberries. I won't take drugs. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Hee, of course! It's &lt;em&gt;Bandits *78&lt;/em&gt;! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother: Nahh, I won't take drugs. Don't worry, I know taking drugs won't solve the problem. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I'll be strong, I promise I will be. And of course I do care for you too and love you as much as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginny: LOL, but I miss you more than you miss me! Hee, I am serious! Yepp, really got to meet up soon. Haven't seen you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           for like AGES and of course, I still love you as much as before! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner: What's FYI? LOL, yes! I know drugs are stupid, so am I! LOL, but I don't take drugs! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hee... I know! Friday's just TOMORROW! LOL. =))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh!!! My class did get in for the teacher's day performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH YEAH YEAH! LOL. =PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper happy, first time in the 3 years I have been in SJC, my class got through the audition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOO!!! &lt;em&gt;BANDITS *78&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"YEW RAWK"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a full-dress rehersal tomorrow, hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all so excited about Friday! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me? Hee, but it's ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, was pulling a Goddamn long face from morning till afternoon in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, wasn't in a very good mood, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just didn't feel like mixing with my friends in a big group, maybe 1 or 2 is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a group is not my kind, don't want to feel neglected by friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as some of you know, why do I need friends so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you &lt;em&gt;brother&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;partner&lt;/em&gt;. Think the both of you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, but was fine after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended as usual, went to meet Dex, PohYee and Cassandra &lt;strong&gt;(pardon me if I got her name wrong)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked them over to my place, sat down, watched tv, talk, played daidee &lt;strong&gt;(felt so chalet, lol)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left around 4+ so Dex and I decided to head for Compass Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Macs and bought the &lt;em&gt;"The Dog"&lt;/em&gt; toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, for my buddy, I know she likes "The Dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, RuiPing called and met up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked me some questions, tskk! Silly her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she was on her way to meet her classmates at the HDB flats opposite school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dex and I so-called &lt;em&gt;"tag"&lt;/em&gt; along, accompanied her all the way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, left after a while. Sat cab AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brother! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started on my project once I came home and I do until now, then I was done with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I off to the bathroom and then to my bed! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[0215]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T e l l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i t ' s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n o t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t r u e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t h e n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l e a s t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h e a r t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a n d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m i n d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w i l l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a s e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106200365232630016?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106200365232630016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106200365232630016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106200365232630016' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106189963885911915</id><published>2003-08-26T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T20:21:01.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the 26th again, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so &lt;em&gt;"xin ku"&lt;/em&gt; for the whole day, didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit! I lost the Goddamn tripod which belongs to Miss Teh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am going to get &lt;em&gt;HELL&lt;/em&gt; from her tomorrow, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, forget it. I seriously can't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her scold/nag all she wants, I really don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on drugs, to take all my pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's really stupid, but I really have no other ways to ease my pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired, but I keep trying, and why am I doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so stupid to do all this, please let me off, I am begging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on my knees to ask for freedom, I really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's nowhere to be found, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from me, I need to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do or say, won't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut the **** up and just get lost before I lose my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had teacher's day audition today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class band is called the &lt;em&gt;"Bandits *78"&lt;/em&gt;. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kristle, Thea, PoZhi, Joanna and Beryl did a rock song &lt;em&gt;"All the Small Things"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww... It was really great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was something like &lt;em&gt;"Threads of Love"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why chose this song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' threads are made up of &lt;em&gt;all the small&lt;/em&gt; little &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, PoZhi came up with this in less than 5 minutes, great ain't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we got in and are performing on teachers' day!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayiee!!! *does the 3 cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 cheers and 3 cheers and 3 cheers for 3D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huga Saga Huga Saga Huga Saga Hu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers and 3 cheers and 3 cheers for Bandits *78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huga Saga Huga Saga Huga Saga Hu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last cheer and last cheer and last cheer for Mrs Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huga Saga Huga Saga Huga Saga Hu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, as if anyone can see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahh!!! That's about today! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[0215]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w i s h e d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y o u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w e r e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h e r e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t e l l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i t ' s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a l r i g h t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a n d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s h a r e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j o y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w i t h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106189963885911915?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106189963885911915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106189963885911915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106189963885911915' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106181648738190542</id><published>2003-08-25T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T21:15:52.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My eyes was caught by your attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I spotted you the very first time we met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like as if I was walking on my little toes which were close to floating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach filled with butterfiles feeling like I was dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting the clouds till I was on cloud nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt like this before and I knew I was gonna stay up there for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we get together and fly to where we'll be together and never apart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hands will find their way to fit into mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we will be flying to take on the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fell halfway through as your hands slipped out of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave up at that very moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so you never gave us any chances to do it once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so heavy suddenly and fell off from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise that you'll be there to catcch my fall was broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling with a loud thud standing there motionlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't accept that we'd tried to fly up there together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though your hands has found their way to another I felt as happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least I knew was that  there is a pillar of support for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there you'll be together with the other half to finish the journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I don't have you anymore I'll never be able to reach heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will be watching you from above and be sure you're doing fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to watch you completing this long and winding journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[0215] &lt;s&gt;I wished I never had the heart to love, yet&lt;/s&gt; I helplessly fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106181648738190542?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106181648738190542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106181648738190542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106181648738190542' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106172405339291980</id><published>2003-08-24T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T19:20:53.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I am done with Jasmine and Diana's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please spare me! I need a break! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tskk, I will be doing up Dex's one on Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana's blog screwed up and I had a hard time saving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tskk! //aching all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, brother went back camp already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehs, had my dinner, now I am so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think after this entry, I am of to my bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so sticky all over. //eewww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to do my homework too! //pulls the-already-very-less hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahh! Alright, I shall blog tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//- [0215] It's not that I can't accept you're &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;, the fact is I can't accept we were once &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106172405339291980?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106172405339291980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106172405339291980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106172405339291980' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106162737166365542</id><published>2003-08-23T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T12:26:48.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//drags self to computer =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where I came back from!? SWIMMING! //grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Diana, Jasmine, Sheila, Thea, Kristle, Ah Suay and Joanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Diana, Sheila, Thea, Joanna and I swam, TSKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristle went off after a while, then Jasmine and Ah Suay sat under the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, swam till 1250p.m. Off we went to the suana room. //shiok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, damn "hot" damn "cooling." //blahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to describe the feeling in there, just ultimate &lt;em&gt;SHIOK&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left around 0145p.m. to RiverVale Mall with Jasmine and Diana to have our lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum... Had "Yu Tou Mee Fen" and they ate Chicken Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, wasn't supposed to eat fish, but I still did. //rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tskk, was hungry at that time and didn't think of it. =///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home after our lunch. Happened to see Ryan and Veron at the bus stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, chat for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus came, it reached my stop, home I walk to, here I am now. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRED TIRED TIRED!!! //drops dead on bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH!!! Miraclely, my buddy and I didn't chat on the phone last night! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK TSK! Alright, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//- [0215] I've been wondering, if we never broke up, would we still be together? I doubt so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106162737166365542?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106162737166365542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106162737166365542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106162737166365542' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106156013834122196</id><published>2003-08-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T21:51:20.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back!!! LOL. I'm happy. I'm mad. I'm free!!! Haha, NOR IS DEFINITELY MAD! Tskk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. I messagsed &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; today, and &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; replied! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hippy Yippy! LOL. Whatever Nor. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, today we went to the art museum, so pretty! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of what I am going to do for my next year O levels art exam. LOL, I know that's fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to do alot of research and preparations, tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start early than late. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head for Compass Point&lt;strong&gt;(no life)&lt;/strong&gt; after the museum trip, bought the perfume bottle, $5.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf right, so ex! Tskk, but it's ok! LOL. //slaps self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, we went to Yoshinoya and have our so-called dinner, tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so &lt;em&gt;camp&lt;/em&gt; at that time, throwing their food&lt;strong&gt;(miso soup)&lt;/strong&gt; all at ME! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;em&gt;4&lt;/em&gt; bowls of Miso Soup!? WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, had beef bowl and drank only &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; bowls of Miso Soup out of &lt;em&gt;4&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehs, I ain't so piggy afterall. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one Chawanmushi! Yummy! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat the LRT one round, took many photos, had fun! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, then it was back to childhood times! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana, Lucinda, Natasha, Celestine, Rachel and I headed for the &lt;em&gt;PLAYGROUND&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, yeahs, childish I know, but we had fun! Tskk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played catching, Ice and Melt, Mr Wolf What Time Is It and A E I O U! LOL. Ultimate FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, stopped at around 0830p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to nearby foodcourt to get drinks, sat down, chat, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab with Diana, the cab was &lt;strong&gt;DAMN&lt;/strong&gt; cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had this screen which displays like I think advertisements? LOL. //shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Diana and I decided to play around with it, then we saw MTV, we pressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cool! We could listen to songs! Muahahas. SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I forgot to go back to main menu when I got down the cab!? TSKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so bad, haha. But nevermind, guess the uncle won't mind anyway. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, that's all i guess! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor is a HAPPY girl today! //grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//- [0215] thanks for making my day! =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106156013834122196?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106156013834122196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106156013834122196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106156013834122196' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106146489190692316</id><published>2003-08-21T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T19:21:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dex went back already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww... //kisses brother How sweet! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly brother, be at home and chat with me online! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also come home everyday straight after school! I'm sucha good girl! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone is not that bad afterall, just got to find some stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, will try to be happy, and I am very sure you've found your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks brother, I knew I could count on you! //hugs brother tight =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let me update about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Physics and Biology test, I swear I am so gonna fail it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking hell missed the page that has the answer to the Physics question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... so 10 marks &lt;em&gt;GONE&lt;/em&gt; just like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tskk! Just my luck. //pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, had fun in toilet when school ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Diana, Jerlyn, Lucinda, Rachel and Celestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to wet my hair and make it look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wet my whole head and started wriggling my head at Jerlyn, Rachel and Celestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, then it was Diana, target her when she was coming out of the cubicle&lt;strong&gt;(think i've got the spelling wrong)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Lucinda, so I cornered her and she &lt;em&gt;LAID&lt;/em&gt; on the &lt;em&gt;TOILET&lt;/em&gt; floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! That girl, I couldn't stop laughing! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Natasha, cornered her in the cubicle and the water from my head was all on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. That silly girl screamed her lungs out, and the rest were laughing outside. Wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Finally, Thea and Kristle turned up. Tskk! Of course they're the victims too! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana and I pushed our way through to open the cubicle door where Thea was in, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stupid Thea &lt;em&gt;HELD&lt;/em&gt; my head when I was about to wriggle the water on her. SMART huh! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, had lots of fun. I simply love this bunch of people. //kisses 3D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, came home after having fun in the &lt;em&gt;TOILET&lt;/em&gt;. Hurr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Dex to come over, helped her with some stuff, then she invaded my blog! Hee, that sweet brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tskk! Home she goes at around 0515 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it! Shall blog tomorrow, got to flirt with my Amath book and papers already! //stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//- No matter how harsh am I on you people&lt;strong&gt;(3D)&lt;/strong&gt;, trust me on one thing, I will never give up on this class, because &lt;strong&gt;I  SIMPLY LOVE THIS LOT OF PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;! =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106146489190692316?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106146489190692316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106146489190692316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106146489190692316' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106145501923493653</id><published>2003-08-21T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T16:36:59.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dex invades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grin,i'm at eleanor's place and she's been a wonderful sister.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;I chased her off to watch her tv so i can type this entry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired but i don't like being home because i've been going home straight like everyday&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sick of being home all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy and i hope eleanor's gonna be happy too&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happen,i'm gonna be by your side,i promise you sister.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I LOVE YOU SISTER!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106145501923493653?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106145501923493653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106145501923493653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106145501923493653' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703309.post-106136865513659376</id><published>2003-08-20T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T18:41:33.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a new blog, hopefully people will read and comment. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- .  - - -  . - . /  . -  - . - . . / . - .   - - -   - . - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a morse code above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figure it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703309-106136865513659376?l=strawberrynocake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106136865513659376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703309/posts/default/106136865513659376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrynocake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106136865513659376' title=''/><author><name>BUTTCHIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
