<?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-5325604269616353885</id><updated>2011-10-20T02:11:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::someone just sabotaged me::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>_yourstruly</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>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-9028028739362099258</id><published>2010-11-11T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:32:20.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>loooooooooooooooooooool it's been years =\&lt;br /&gt;this blog is dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o levels is coming to an end.. FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for prom ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha. nothing to type already. CIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-9028028739362099258?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/9028028739362099258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=9028028739362099258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/9028028739362099258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/9028028739362099258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/11/loooooooooooooooooooool-its-been-years.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-3947789378413315834</id><published>2008-01-28T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:30:34.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA MY BLOG IS NOT DEAD ANYMORE! ^^</title><content type='html'>HELLO FELLOW.. HUMANS xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i decided to blog since.. it's been dead since. sept last year i just realised.. haha. okay for those of you who don't know, i'm currently class rep of 2PE. don't ask why i'm in PE again but i am. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last friday had a .. half class party at my house. half cuz only half of the ppl turned up. but anyways. i had fun. hope you guys did too xD and remember to send me the pictures k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. and... im starting to like my class more. lol. AND EVERYONE REMEMBER TO HAND UP YOUR TRAVEL DECLARATION FORM BY TOMORROW. hmm. and homework... and art. ohh i almost forgot. i've got 3 pieces of art work to finish. and i forgot to being jean yeoh's work on sunday. and sunday was a blast xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam and jean both came. and nat and ning zhen and i and 2 of them were all crapping throughout the lesson. we didn't do any work and the teacher was like "they're here to talk not do work" lol. haha. i think he's kinda pissed though. but oh well. its once in a while only la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm still in bowling. and charlene ho is the current sec2 captain. deborah is the vice captain. and they're on probation still though. and the person who i think would be going to the b divs would be.. joanna feng lol. anywayy. i'm kinda enjoying life. i'm always so free ^^  well sort of. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brother is away on camp. so no brother for 3 days 2 nights. and talking about camps. end of feb there is adventure camp! and i heard from seniors its fun and dirty. haha. and mr teo said we should enjoy it. hmm i dont trust him. HAHAHA. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to cant help but wait. it's such a nice song. heh. and today lama asked me to write lyrics for her. oh yeaahhh. lama is alanna. haha. and i cant wait for chinese new year to be over. then i get to change seats. it's getting kinda boring to sit in the same place all the time. and andrea ong keeps switching places with me during science in the lab. and she says she wants to change permanently. well its good that i get to sit with different people for a change but i sat in the previous seat for barely 5 lessons!! and its easier for me to see the things on the slides but i dont get to hide things i'm doing from the teacher. heh. i'm a bad class rep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay then. i will post more often now. don't complain the blog is dead. and i will change my blogskin when i have the time. ^^ byebye people! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-3947789378413315834?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3947789378413315834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=3947789378413315834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3947789378413315834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3947789378413315834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/01/haha-my-blog-is-not-dead-anymore.html' title='HAHA MY BLOG IS NOT DEAD ANYMORE! ^^'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-5573512463953647395</id><published>2007-09-08T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T12:52:54.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont feel like blogging and u cant blame me. i feel lazy. its the holidays anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. brief summary. um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday stayed at home and went to watch secret with my mum and bro in cine at night. went to that wtv shop and bought jean and sherine pictures of their wtv wtv ppl~ lol. then went to sch on tues and the stupid teacher came late and made us stay back. whatever lah. then aft that went home and did nothing. then weds stayed at home.. thurs had bowling. then stayed at home aft gg for haircut. gahs. then friday went to sch again. stupid lah. i duwanna act alr. so dumb. ugh. ppl like sherine and jean and natassia and amanda and wtv lah. they can just sit there and slack can.. fann keeps playing with my phone... and every night, i sleep between 2 - 6am and wake up at like before 12 lahs. so tiring. my bro keeps forcing me to watch tv with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to complain abt this bunch of ppl, though they don't really say know each other. well not all of them know each other lah. but yeah. they keep asking me to watch dramas. then lehs. gt a few others keep sending me songs which i dont listen to. [basically its just korean] and i dont listen to it and still say "MUST PUT INTO YOUR IPOD AH, OR AT LEAST INTO SOMEWHERE AND MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN TO IT". omg lah. trying to get me addicted isit... since the day sherine ask me to watch gokusen2 until today. i haven't been listening to music as often and according to jay's dad in secret "不听音乐的人很坏” lols. no lah. i just listen abit jap here, a bit italian there, a little chinese and english. but i'll still stick to my stand and not listen to korean unless that SOMEONE seriously forces me to~ lol. and unfortunately, as my ipod is usually on shuffle.... yeah u get the picture =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. no piano today, didn't have guitar, no art this sun. yeah. so bored. anw. i dont think i'll be posting much. too lazy~ cant blame me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-5573512463953647395?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5573512463953647395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=5573512463953647395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5573512463953647395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5573512463953647395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-feel-like-blogging-and-u-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-5220945731561143100</id><published>2007-09-02T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T17:45:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITERAL FUN. LOL. you know. jean has special red hair. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam has a hole in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ning zhen didn't allow me to play around tho. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat had netball thingy thing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun. yeah. like. it was so funny. and. jean's legs are heavier than elisa. wth lah jean. ur stupid legs. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. painted hands, painted HAIR. lol. and i didn't finish my work =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw nxt week no lesson lahs. and i'm free for the week but but.. but... i dont wanna go out lahs. but then. i need to get sarah's dog asap. and i think i'll get yc a present too.. lol. and i desperately need more cds -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap that aos. make me wake up. stupid lah. -.- and this ruijia left her bottle in sch so i have to return to her on tues during aos. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i cant rmb anything i wanna say alr~ gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh yeah it was sam's last lesson today =/ im gg to miss ya ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ah.. i dunno lah.. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-5220945731561143100?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5220945731561143100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=5220945731561143100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5220945731561143100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5220945731561143100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-u-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8090371946470246943</id><published>2007-09-01T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T17:34:16.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BORED BORED BORED BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored like crazy and i've been bored the whole day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd rachel yeo, rachel thng, sarah, shanice, corine, hiumun, siong woon, siok ling and olivia came to my house. man it was so screwed lahs~ haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in sch ytd had fun shouting and screaming during the concert lah. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today is yuching's bday. and as well as teachers day. tmr is michelle lew's bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUCHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE LEW [tmr]!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so that aside. rachel thng kept playing canon in c yesterday cuz she doesn't know how to play in d. lol. FANN U CAN REMEMBER PACHEBEL'S RANT?! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and ytd till today have been bugging jean and telling her how much i wanna transfer sch lol. and on thurs night talked on the phone with nat saw until like what. 1.30 in the morning or something. for 2 hours i think. then ahs. i dunno lah. so many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss rgps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss 6h'06..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate rgps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate 6h'06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. i just wanna get into sec2 and transfer out. got that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;udidn'thavetoasksomuchtoshowoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. what should i do now? i'm so bored. haiz. kays. i think i'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;ureallyirritatemesometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8090371946470246943?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8090371946470246943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=8090371946470246943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8090371946470246943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8090371946470246943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/09/bored-bored-bored-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-1290688973000023859</id><published>2007-08-29T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T18:48:00.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAUSAGE &amp; LITTLE MONSTER! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah. today was fun. i mean i felt happy for the whole day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then carolyn, ruijia, janice, genevieve, shen nen, fann and some ppl lah. we stayed back to clean the classroom. haha. then before that. sherine and adeline had their birthday surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nice lah. and i'm jealous cuz i only had 4 ppl wishing me happy bday on my actual birthday... ms tan, carolyn, nat saw and. um. lemme think. was it fann? i think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then did cip with sherine today. was fun lah. but uber tiring.. we did for 3 hours. at orchard. man. it was so tiring. and we met quite a lot of sc ppl lah. including 1se ppl and qingyi [fann's senior]. stupid her. dont allow sherine and i to slack lahhhh T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. so now i have abt 20 hrs of cip if im not wrong. heh =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today when fann went toilet and i was waiting for her. cheryl, yian and jean were in one cubical in the toilet. LOL. and yian and cheryl were doing their funny laughs lol. then this jean stood on the toilet bowl and looked over. lol. sicko =D then when fann left. i sprinkled a little water into their cubical and they were screaming. hAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. so boredddd. gah. and i cant rmb anything alr. i only know my feet are so sore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-1290688973000023859?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1290688973000023859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=1290688973000023859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1290688973000023859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1290688973000023859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-4672821929650664874</id><published>2007-08-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:19:48.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was fun lah. previous days i guess it was too. i'm too lazy to say everything. when i feel like it then i shall. haha. oh and sherine. YOU OWE ME A 186 TALL DOOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came to post this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERINE &amp;amp; ADELINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-4672821929650664874?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4672821929650664874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=4672821929650664874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4672821929650664874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4672821929650664874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-fun-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-1091537797029670347</id><published>2007-08-26T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:24:47.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz. i was blog hopping just now like crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well and i realised that. i think i'm drifting away from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel the urge to go to church as much as i used to.. leave it to God's hands~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Still - hillsong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hide me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Under your wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cover me within your mighty hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will soar with you above the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Father you are king over the flood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will be still and know you are God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Find rest my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In Christ alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Know his power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In quietness and trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-1091537797029670347?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1091537797029670347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=1091537797029670347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1091537797029670347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1091537797029670347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/haiz_26.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-5826897296473764613</id><published>2007-08-26T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:42:29.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for not posting. i tried to post but it kept saying invalid link. ugh. blogger gets on my nerves~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. so anyway. past few days have been going crazy over ppl lah. esp 2 ppl -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MOKOMICHI HAYAMI&lt;br /&gt;- YAMASHITA TOMOHISA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know then too bad =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dl so many songs and yeah. blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and archery was fun. instead of doing judo like the thursday group. we did something called kangoo jumps. its fun lah. =D interested to know then ask me online! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. oh. and.. i dunno what else to say. haiz. nxt week there's bowling training for the last week T_T and then on weds im gg out with sherine to do cip at orchard and get her a bday present. well it is her bday after all.. and she owes me the sausages.. its due on TUESDAY SHERINE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll prob go for ltf like nxt week cuz deborah is in charge of refreshments =D i must try xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well. today during church it was fun. the sermon was " I sinned again..." and the guy said the "..." represents that it can be continued, for eg - "I sinned again, and again, and again..." hahaa. and he said his version of "an apple a day keeps the doctor away" is "a chapter a day keeps evil away".. and his version of "once bitten twice shy" is "once sin twice run" or something like that. anyway it was funny. and i did learn more. hopefully i'll get closer with God =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during art today i did NOTHING. seriously! all i did was to crap about with jean about jap/korean ppl or wtv lah. then nat was thinking we're mad lol. haha. and we played with ipods like crazy. then nat, jean, ningzhen and i went to get drinks from the pokka vending machine. then jean was like "eh, all our drinks are pokka!" then nat and i were like "ITS A POKKA VENDING MACHINE!!" HAHA. i drank coffee. nat drank some carrot fruit juice.. jean drank green tea lol. and we ate food.. so then went home then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was asking sherine for nice songs to listen to. and she dumped me with so many song TITLES. and she had to go off. so i had to search all myself. and like. all she asked me to listen to was DBSK and ALL SUPER JUNIOR SONGS.geez. ALL. saw the word ALL?.. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well obviously i'm not that crazy lah =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i wonder how its going to be like tmr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gone [spanish] - nsync&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Que palabras te puedo decir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Que te hagan volver (yeah yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tu perdida con el tiempo y yo sin tu querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tantas cosas que dijiste amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Que no pude entender (mmm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tu buscando un nuevo comenzar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Y no lo supe ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Que pude yo decir, que te hizo partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Congelando mi corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Asi no puedo seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Que diera porque estes junto a mi, aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Estoy ahogandome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No te puedo olvidar(no te puedo olvidar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Y como un hombre busco como aguantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alucinando en el recuerdo de tu voz amor (tu voz amor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cuando me, dijiste, no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¡no!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no! (baby no) ¡no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sin piedad (como meto yo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no, no, no--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Y puedo darte mil excusas baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aunque nada va a cambiar (ohh, ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pero si hay algo que debo hacer, ven y dimelo ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Un minuto, es una eternidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;asi es un dia sin ti (asi es un dia sin ti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;y sin embargo no puedo vivr(sin ti), cambiando todo por Ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Por eso dejare de darte mi atencion, a lo que anhela mi corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Porque muy dentro yo se, que tambien tu me deseas asi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dime que si (yeah yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Estoy ahogandome (ahogandome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No te puedo olvidar (no te puedo olvidar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Y como un hombre busco como aguantar ( un hombre que no debellorar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alucinando en el recuerdo de tu voz amor (recordando tu voz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cuando me, dijiste (me dijiste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¡no! (no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;!no¡ (no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¡no! (no estas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no, no, no--no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yo te quiero preguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ahora que ya no estas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Si tu sientes por mi, no me dejes solo aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh, ohhh, ohh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Estoy ahogandome (ahogandome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No te puedo olvidar (no te puedo olvidar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Y como un hombre busco como aguantar ( busco como aguantar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alucinando en el recuerdo de tu voz amor (recuerdo baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cuando me, dijiste (Cuando me dijiste no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Estoy ahogandome (ahogandome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No te puedo olvidar (no te puedo olvidar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Y como un hombre busco como aguantar ( busco como aguantar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alucinando en el recuerdo de tu voz amor(Ahh ahh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cuando me, dijiste (Cuando dijiste que no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¡no! (no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;!no¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cuando medijiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-5826897296473764613?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5826897296473764613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=5826897296473764613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5826897296473764613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5826897296473764613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry-for-not-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-5544653639917227512</id><published>2007-08-21T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:39:42.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. sorry for not updating lah. so many things happened since the last post and.. i was too lazy to post ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'll start with.. uh. sunday. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sunday went to church. charmaine didn't go. at least thats what mabel told me. cuz she didn't go for ss. haven't seen lauren, rosslyn, sherilyn and melissa at church for like. probably a million years. haha. then they didn't go either. then becky saw me. she was like "OH! HELLO!! I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN LIKE A MILLION YEARS!" in her normal freaky self ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for young teens at 2nd parsonage. wah. the topic was "He's my friend but..." it was meant for us to think if we should have non-christian friends and how to communicate with them. so then the conclusion was we could have non-christian friends as long as we dont participate in any activity claimed unclean. lol ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for art. church ended so early then reached nafa at like. 12.15? gah. i went to the vending machine and bought a can of coffee ;D then waited for ppl to come. then nat finally came then ning zhen came. then we were trying to call jean but she kept cutting off lah then she smsed. haha. she came in after the teacher explained everything xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so had fun lah. at least i guess i did. then jean was so cold so i lent her my jacket. nat didn't bring hers. then we were playing with the glue. so funny. it was like blobby and sticky and goooooo-ey and.. hmm. yeah then. it came out in pretty big blobs. hahah =DDD then nat accidentally put her phone onto the glue that we played with on the magazine. hAHAHAHAHA. then we went to the water cooler to wash it. then we started playing with water. its so cold lah. then went back in. jean tried to fly with my jacket. then nat took a video and added some funny music to it ;D. anyone interested to see? xD i dont mind posting it on youtube for the world to see =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home and stressed out over music and history.. but then my uncle came. he's living in new york. so came to visit lah. then my aunty, his wife, is coming nxt week for operation then he's waiting for her to come. so my uncle taught my bro his science. MAN I HOPE HE GETS HIS BAND ONE. I WANT MY ELECTRIC GUITAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he stayed for dinner. it was a FEAST man!! XDD hmm. then went online after that. then talked talked talked. blah blah blah. then i did 2 out of the 4 required music analysis. then i wanted to do but nat saw said she's gg sleep and would wake up at 4am to do hers. and i hadn't finish my lit yet. so i told her i'd wake up at 4 too. then i really did! i felt hyper lahh. then helped her with her music analysis and did finish mine and my lit. went off at 6.45am ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school after that as usual. [its monday btw]. then fann was so hyper lah. she gt 2 packets of water babies from amber. then she wanted to give one packet to sylvia her senior. but she wanted some of the colours so she. heh . shan't expose her here ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had eng summary test. was ok lah. then had one free period. so spent that period walking around in class wondering? then fann wanted to activate 2 small packets of her water babies. so we were thinking how to not let lao shi know haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that was break. then had chinese... then had recess. went with fann to science lab again. this time i brought my file so i had something to do ;D  then had maths. then. lit. got scolding from ms sharon and did that poem. what.. uh. dear madam.. somethingsomething lah ;D then carolyn shennen and amanda were singing it in diff tunes. and they tried she bangs u know!! the one by ricky martin. HAHAH. it was like. DEAR MADAM, DEAR MADAM. something something lah so funny =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had geog. carolyn and i had a hard time catching up with him cuz we were like day dreaming lah. then didn't have assembly. so was just playing with the water babies. haha. then the driver sent cheryl and jean home. like to the bus stops lah. then i stayed at home andd.. played with my bro and. OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro he had to cut his hair. so didn't have time to cut his hair lah. then my mum said i could cut his hair. after cutting he looks like that korean guy. super tall one. man i keep forgetting their names ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool lah. then blah blah blah then went sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today... went to school then.. uh. oh yeah i forgot to mention that i had to help fann bring home some 200 water babies cuz she had ice skating. then i brought it and yeah. OH YEAH I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT SHE SPILLED THE WATER BABIES ALL OVER CLASS DURING LIT. HAHAH ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. then. let see. um.. first lesson was.. chinese. yeah. then had some zi du test lah. then after that had oddssey of the mind. then after that was break. well our break was kinda gone by that time. so went for music. then during carolyn's group's presentation. claudine and i were playing with the light lah. so fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had recess. again, fann and i went to science lab to do our work. oh. and mr sim vandelised our whole wwhite board with names who haven't handed up stuff. haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we did our files and i also did my practical book. then we finished it. so went to eat and rushed. we thought we were last but we saw jean and sherine sitting there. we were like. OMG LOL. then we ran to the western stall to eat the noodle thingy ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate so fast. it was nice and we were hungry anyway. but sherine and jean had went already. so fann and i ate so fast and ran back to the lab. hah =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so had science then went back to class. had math in the com lab. did the charts thingy. then sherine ah. so blur. nv listen. then i had to keep telling her how to do. then she sang bday song for kibum and claudine's dad? LOL. so funny. then after that had history. it ended like 10 mins early lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went home and here i am =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i feel like complaining bout someone now but.. its like.. i dont wanna offend anyone in public -.-" its just wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Always you by amber pacific&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll hold a place for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inside my heart for you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I won't forget these tears I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With every year that passes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I can't sleep without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I can't breathe anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Good times last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll keep my heart with yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For every minute I am gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Swear you'll never leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be there every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In your heart and in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll give it up this time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some things are better left unsaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And all I have are lasting dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our word's worth more this time it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I can't sleep without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I can't breathe anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Good times last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll keep my heart with yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For every minute I am gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Swear you'll never leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be there every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In your heart and in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Good times last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll keep my heart with yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For every minute I am gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Swear you'll never leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be there every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In your heart and in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Good times last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll keep my heart with yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For every minute I am gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Swear you'll never leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be there every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In your heart and in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-5544653639917227512?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5544653639917227512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=5544653639917227512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5544653639917227512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5544653639917227512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-3910462937220276481</id><published>2007-08-18T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:07:44.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amthem of our dying day by story of the year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The stars will cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The blackest tears tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And this is the moment that I live for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can smell the ocean air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pouring my heart onto these rooftops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just a ghost to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Exactly what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For a second I wish the tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would swallow every inch of this city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As you gasp for air tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd scream this song right in your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I swear I won't miss a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause I never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never have before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of our dying!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For a second I wish the tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would swallow every inch of this city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And you gasp for air tonight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of our dying!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-3910462937220276481?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3910462937220276481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=3910462937220276481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3910462937220276481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3910462937220276481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/amthem-of-our-dying-day-by-story-of.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-3390201896932006922</id><published>2007-08-18T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:08:03.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want you back by nsync&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’re all I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’re all I ever needed, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So tell me what to do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I want you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It’s hard to say I’m sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It’s hard to make the things I did undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A lesson I’ve learned too well, for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So don’t hang up the phone now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I’m trying to figure out just what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I’m going crazy without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're all I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're all I ever needed, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So tell me what to do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I want you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The way you used to look at me and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Promises never last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I told you not to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I said that everything would be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn’t know then that you were right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’re all I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’re all I ever needed, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So tell me what to do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I want you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’re the one I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’re the one I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Girl what can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’re the one I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’re the one I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me what can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’re all I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’re all I ever needed, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So tell me what to do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I want you back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Page avenue by story of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still recall every summer night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like it was yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the time would never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and my friends were family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nothing mattered more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;than the loyalty we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now i'm a world away from everything we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;waiting ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i try to take control of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'll tear it down and i'll tape it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by my own design i fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bring back the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;three story parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the air is never dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as the city falls asleep, days bleed into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the tables set the stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for a life of memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'm a world away from everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;waiting ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i try to take control of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'll tear it down and i'll tape it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by my own design i fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;apart as time passes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i fall apart but the memories never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i still recall every summer night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it seems like yesterday but i'm still a world away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;waiting ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i try to take control of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'll tear it down and i'll tape it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by my own design i fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i fall apart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as time passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Words, hands, hearts by yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The whole world was sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You could just sense this feeling in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like no one's words were good enough to define what we feared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And no one's words were strong enough to fix what happened here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lead on to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lead us all there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Find me some answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One nation beware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can't tell the difference between myth and man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or what's necessary or where I should stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The whole world is different now men have died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They can just sense this feeling in our eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like no one's hands are big enough to hold onto this fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And no one's hands are strong enough to fix what happened here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lead on to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lead us all there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Find me some answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One nation beware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can't tell the difference between myth and man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or what's necessary or where I should stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So do we do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Raise our voices loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Were searching for something that cannot be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here open mouths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I see open hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blinded and silent I can't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The whole word is watching with one blank stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can just sense this feeling of ill-repair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like no one's heart is full enough to keep away this fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And no one's heart is strong enough to fix what happened here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lead on to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lead us all there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Find me some answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's time that you shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can't tell the difference between myth and man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or what's necessary or where I should stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So do we tell now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Raise our voices loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We're searching for something that cannot be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hear open mouths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I see open hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like the blinded and silent I can't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8991341585199466734</id><published>2007-08-18T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T16:08:18.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz. i've got so much to complain about yesterday lah. its probably one of the worst days u can find..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i woke up super late. i woke up at like almost 7... then traffic jam like siao i thought i was gonna be so late lah. just lucky it didnt. then it started raining when the announcements then. yeah half my bag got wet.. stupid. then went back to class was so tired. fell asleep like. what. during double period chinese lah.then.. break. i was practically wondering around.. otherwise i would've fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went up to science lab early for the enrichment thing.. whole group went up except fann. so we ended up being like the last group. its dumb lah. but yeah. then had recess. i stayed with fann in the science lab whole time to do her file up. then after that went to canteen to get bugged by her seniors. so fann being nice bought so much food. i had to help her eat. bleh. whatever i ate was sour. whatever fann ate was sweet. too sweet and too sour. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was art. mrs chia said jap ppl were coming.. then everyone so guai lah. then was doing my work. wah i got so pissed lah. my paper kept turning green. most of u would know why. then ah. i paint that time. my paper got white spots all over. the reason is pretty obvious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that supposed to stay back for the debate thing. then i went to the library cuz i was bored. then i read one book like 50 pages. then i fell asleep lor..then i woke up and read another 5 pages. fell asleep again. then read another 5 lines. fell asleep. then read like maybe just 2 words. then i fell asleep. then when i woke up i checked the time and i realised it was already 2.50 lah. i started reading/sleeping at abou 1.20.. can u believe that? so stupid lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i followed my mum to get a new car cuz i'm complaining about the current car for the chauffeur. so its a honda fit then need to trade in for a honda too. so my mum said she'll get a odessey. but when we were trying out the cars right. wah i tell u. cannot stand it lah either i'm too tall or the ceiling was too low. i kept hitting my head when i wanna get out of the car lah stupid -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to clementi central to eat. wah eat so much until i was exploding lah. that was my dinner okay. it was like. 5.20 or something. then went home i couldn't eat anything until like. 12+.. lol. then from about 6 till 12 was playing halo with my bro on xbox. so dumb lah. then nat saw kept calling me. and her bro is so irritating and. sounds like stephanie ho. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then her bro kept interrupting here and there. and nat saw kept bugging me to go back to the com lol.. hahah xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i called yuching cuz i didn't feel like typing lah. then went to my room. i talk to her until i felt like sleeping. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to sleep. then this morning i woke up at 9.10. my piano teacher came at 9. he waited for so long lah. haha. then piano sucked today. i screwed up so much. blehhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to church for preacher mark chen's wedding. haha. he's still as funny as ever ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then no offence lah. john lee was playing cello lol. then. then. im still taller than him. shawn is already so much taller than me lah. en zhao, aka ice cream boy, is still same height as my bro. and they're all same age man ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. im so bored and restless now.. my bro's having chinese tuition. later im gonna have mine at 4.30. gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what. i've got so much to complain. something i want to complain about is bowling. im really losing interest in bowling already. especially since the competition was over. i just dont find it fun or enjoyable. its like. sucha chore... im getting sick of everyone and everything already. its so sickening lah.i just wish i can stay at home everyday. im sick of seeing ppl. im sick of hearing ppl. im sick of listening. its so frustrating. ugh. i HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The game is over by nsync&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Irresistible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is what you think you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's so typical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You think that you're a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You act like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone revolves around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby you dropped the ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now the game is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause you tried to play both sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You got caught up in your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now you running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You running out of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Played yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or did ya, did ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Think you could really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Find love from someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You making moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You gonna lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know you played yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now you thinking, thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can get one by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you'll never win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you'll never win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Try again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause the game is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Take it personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you cheated on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You may be beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But there's more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That the eye can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're so predictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The way you calculate each move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heads I win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And tails you lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because you don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The right to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause you tried to play both sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You got caught up in your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now you running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You running out of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Played yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or did ya, did ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Think you could really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Find love from someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You making moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You gonna lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know you played yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now you thinking, thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can get one by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you'll never win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you'll never win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Try again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause the game is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How could you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You could do me like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Running behind my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How could you do me like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Treat me like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now the game is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How could you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You could do me like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Treat me like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do me like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Played yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or did ya, did ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Think you could really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Find love from someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You making moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You gonna lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know you played yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now you thinking, thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can get one by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you'll never win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you'll never win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Try again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause the game is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Played yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or did ya, did ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Think you could really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Find love from someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You making moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You gonna lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know you played yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now you thinking, thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can get one by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you'll never win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you'll never win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Try again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause the game is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8991341585199466734?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8991341585199466734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=8991341585199466734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8991341585199466734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8991341585199466734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/haiz_18.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6581656745376234486</id><published>2007-08-16T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:02:37.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissedd</title><content type='html'>i feel so pissed. i dunno. i been feeling pissed this week and at the same time i feel hyper lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kinda combination is that huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANNNNNNNNN. ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay first off. i feel really pissed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;aos teacher didn't accept the script that i spent so much time on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;almost half the class played this game. which was to ignore me. how fun eh. i got so pissed lah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i felt pissed because.. of.. some things which.. i dont think i'll say here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;well. basically. there are many reasons but i wont say them here. its either too personal or its just gonna hurt someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i really really really cannot tolerate it lah. i mean like. fine. so what if u say that and all. but keep repeating it lah. go on. i already feel so pissed still go irritate me summor.so what if i dont show it huh? not like i cant be happy for a moment. ugh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then today mrs quek put me in charge of collecting the red cross booklets. otherwise ms ku is gonna chase me. bleh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then.. i dunno. okay. im nt really in the mood to blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bowling today was okay.. my bowling didn't deprove or anything.. i went crazy during bowling but the moment i stopped for a second i'll feel all the frustraton coming back so i had to stay crazy the whole time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cant stand ittttttttttttttttt. man i wish i could just spill everything out here.. but like... i dont wanna hurt anyone lah. neither do i wanna cause any misunderstanding. that is just something horrible i dont wanna do. but but.. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so horrible. ugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;carolyn scribbled all over my science book while i was sleeping. and while i was trying to sleep. then she wanted to draw on my neck. and she wrote on my arm. -.-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then during pe today. did that hip hop thingy for aces day. so tiring lah. what jump here jump here. bend and move ur legs like what what. then i was standing nxt to carolyn and fann was behind me. then carolyn her arms and legs so long keep hitting me. i kept falling lah. then fann was laughing at me and also cuz the thing was so stupid. then carolyn was like. fann stop laughing. in her serious voice..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and carolyn got a happy note for being "so cool". lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel so tired and pissed and everything. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all these times son, for all these times by lost prophets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So can you feel your heartbeat racing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can you feel the tension rise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can you see the road you're walking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are these times too hard to recognize?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part of where you're going,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is knowing where you're coming from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The hardest part of moving forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are these times when we all stand alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No! No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you'll never believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No! No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all these times, that we walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all these times, that I've heard you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me something to believe in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me someone to believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all these times, and it starts today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A generation always waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A revolution passed this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Another reason to take stock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of all these things that you have left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feelings that will never leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never make you change your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You gotta make it out past this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Always the wrong place at the wrong time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No! No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you'll never believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No! No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all these times, that we walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all these times, that I've heard you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me something to believe in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me someone to believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all these times, and it starts today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lipgloss Lies, doin the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never gonna miss what I left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I get the chance I'll do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wouldn't change it! Change it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Change It! Change It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lipgloss Lies, doin the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never gonna miss what I left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I get the chance I'll do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wouldn't change it! Change it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Change It! Change It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No! No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you'll never believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No! No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all these times, that we walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all these times, that I've heard you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me something to believe in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me someone to believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me something to believe in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me someone to believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lipgloss Lies, doin the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never gonna miss what I left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I get the chance I'll do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wouldn't change it! Change it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Change It! Change It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lipgloss Lies, doin the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never gonna miss what I left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I get the chance I'll do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wouldn't change it! Change it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Change it! Change it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6581656745376234486?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6581656745376234486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6581656745376234486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6581656745376234486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6581656745376234486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/pissedd.html' title='pissedd'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6814749384331730382</id><published>2007-08-15T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:56:30.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#124</title><content type='html'>THIS IS THE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOURTH BLOG POST ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. okayy okay. hm... today i was so pissed at the aos teacher lah. wa lao eh. i spent so long doing the damned script and she tells me "is not good enough?" I KNOW MY CHINESE SUCKS BUT HELLO!!!.. even my mum said its okay. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. now i'm acting as D which only has.. 4 lines xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizzz... so before aos had ce. then mrs quek told us a story about a girl from supposingly sy. she didn't bring a hist tb and said its cuz she lent it to someone she doesn't know and the person from se didn't wanna lend to her. HAHAHAHA. man the story was funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during break, natassia carolyn mabel felicia were photocopying the script the teacher gave us. ugh. then fann bought blah blah i bought blah blah. so yeah. then went to canteen. bought so much food. and fann exchanged place with carolyn for that lesson.so funny lah geog. it was so slack okay. we only went thru 2 pages of wb. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mr teo was telling us about his school life with the prefects. LOL. and mrs quek came in to ask for our lit marks. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then recess followed fann to the pe office to check our activity for health week. haha. then went canteen.. yeah yeah. blah blah. then had double eng/lit period at the lt. wah i tell u ah.. the presentation from sy was funny. they kept going erm.. ermm.. ermmm. after one girl did it. the other one also went ermmm. ermmmm. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay okay. then right. uh. uh. had.. science. yeah. then fann and i ran to the science lab cuz of the enrichment thingy. our group is still leading xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then made a backrest. it feels comfortable and all. but it was only at the end of the lesson that fann and i thought of how to be able to adjust the height of the backrest. heh =D its good okay. considering that we're only using sponge, styrofoam, styrofoam bag thingy and string. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that went home lahh. followed jean again. we were walking when we missed the bus. then sherine went opp then. when sherine's bus went past. jean said she was looking at us. i so blur lah. only sai i saw black black hair floating all around. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home so tired. then.. blah blah blah blah blah blah. yeah. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. so.. i dunno. tmr my mum said the driver's coming to start work. man. that means. i've got my mean of transport for bowling from now onwards xDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6814749384331730382?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6814749384331730382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6814749384331730382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6814749384331730382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6814749384331730382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/124.html' title='#124'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-1836294762781143444</id><published>2007-08-13T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:01:07.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>todayyy</title><content type='html'>okayy. so today.. changed seat lah. then rebecca koh, my current partner, and i went to mrs quek and asked if we could change seats. so from tmr onwards, im gonna sit beside carolyn [not a good thing] but i can see the whiteboard [good thing] ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that corner is gonna be noisy but yeah =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this fann ah. wanted me to help her fold stars for her senior, sylvia. haha. ;D i was so mean. didn't help her lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. today is the start of the hungry ghost festival. u know nat saw sms me last night. i almost forgot about it until she reminded me lah. then i was talking to jean. she ah. 3am still not sleeping. go sms me. well not like i was sleeping either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i haven't really finished the art of speech script yet. carolyn said she's coming on tonight to help me. lol. my future partner is nice? LOL xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA. i feel so... confused lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today stayed back for workout. haha. i tell u ah. we ran and ran. then ended playing freeze and melt in the courtyard. then we played pepsicola in the gallery. O MAN THAT SUCKS. magdalene won every game. lol. first game i died cuz stehanie was so kind. she screamed into my ear then i was like OUCHH. then i hold my ear then she go step on me. what a cheater! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then second game i died cuz my buddy killed mee. evil. NAH ;D way nicer than stephanie lah. then after that, jo, deb, nat and i were sitting on the sofa lah. then we were cheering like. GO - VA - NE- SSA. LOL. like one person one syllable. lol.. then we started singing national day songs. wa lao. they sing until so high. my voice died leh.. those of u in 6h-06 know why ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. today i just feel like i've got a lot to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had this science enrichment course thingy. its about innovation lah. then my group we everything finish the puzzles with the.. wtv u call it. tentagram. WHATEVER LAH. then we got a total of i think 180 points. other groups are like. 100 lah.. 140. i dunno. we're in the lead ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizzzz. SERIOUSLY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno whats wrong with me. i just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like complaining alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I had to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would put myself right beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So let me ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you say this love is the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So now I'll ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something's getting in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something's just about to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tell me how it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Try to find out what makes you tick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I lie down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sore and sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a fine line between love and hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just let me say that I like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something's getting in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something's just about to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I burn another page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I look the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tell me how it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desperate, I will crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No love, there is no love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Die for anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What have I become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something's getting in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something's just about to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I burn another page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I look the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still try to find my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the diary of Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-1836294762781143444?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1836294762781143444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=1836294762781143444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1836294762781143444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1836294762781143444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/todayyy.html' title='todayyy'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-2058365124231409097</id><published>2007-08-12T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:31:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz</title><content type='html'>haiz. im just so. i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i got pulled into this convo with diff ppl. one was with 6h-06. and another was with jean and sherine. of course there were more lah.. then in the 6h-06 one we were discussing when to go out. shanice lah. said must book her TWO MONTHS in advance. very funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the one with jean and sherine. they crap about i dunno what. then jean lagged my com up. then then.. the art of speech script thingy went GONE. so i stayed up to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. i dunno. past week. i dun wanna talk about it. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just sets me on fire the moment i think about the past week. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. then today went back to the old church cuz my dad went to KL. then my mum just came back this morning so she wanted to go back and see her friends. then cuz i fell asleep so we were kinda late. yeah. i slept at about 3am and woke up at 6 cuz my mum came back. u think i'm tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went church then went for art. damn i didn't feel like talking and nat kept going "jemima why so quiet?!" -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. it just feels so depressing for the past week. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. i need to finish the art of speech script now. argh. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-2058365124231409097?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2058365124231409097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=2058365124231409097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/2058365124231409097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/2058365124231409097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/haiz.html' title='haiz'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6609331557967547197</id><published>2007-08-07T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:20:30.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED,TIRED,HYPER. =D</title><content type='html'>i shan't post lyrics. i feel so hungry =D i'm recovering and so is my buddy xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala. HAHAHAHA. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. noooooooooooooooooooo. i cant swing my arm backwards T_T&lt;br /&gt;I CANT!!!! but i NEED TO. I NEED TO BOWL =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWLING BOWLING BOWLING&lt;br /&gt;BOWLING BOWLING BOWLING&lt;br /&gt;BOWLING BOWLING BOWLING&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. so bored lah.. haiz. tireddd.. but feeling hyper. but no one to talk to T_T&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;always so depressing when i'm hyper and there isn't anyone to talk to. oh wells. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6609331557967547197?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6609331557967547197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6609331557967547197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6609331557967547197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6609331557967547197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/boredtiredhyper-d.html' title='BORED,TIRED,HYPER. =D'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-3102237067439717838</id><published>2007-08-07T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:59:01.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE OF SEAT/posting lyrics spree =D</title><content type='html'>HELLO! haha. today im so super tired lahh. SHERINE DIDNT GIVE ME MY NINE SAUSAGESSSSS T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well. hmm. today.. uhs. uh. uh uh uh uh.OH YEAH.. today some of us had to change seats. im not sitting beside fann anymore but.. but... i'm sitting at the side and i cant see the board and i'm not sitting on the last rowww T_T and teenzhen is sitting behind me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O MAN BUT I WANNA CHANGE MY SEAT. maybe change with qiying cuz she doesn't wanna sit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. i feel like posting a lot of lyrics today so dont mind the super long post =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the first time i took bus home with jean. as in. not her following me. lol. yeah. then we followed sherine up halfway thru the overhead bridge. then we went back down. then. then. 156 came then. then then then. yeah. then. we were complaining.then.. aiyaaa. and i spammed sherine =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. then. then. then. then. then. then. then. then... i dunno. its so boring today. haiz. i cant remember what homework there is.. hm... i dunno. tmr national day celebration. prob going out with seniors. i'm gonna be the only sec1 .. T_T but doesn't matter. my seniors are nice xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then thurs going to jo's house to do project. O MAN I CANT GO SINGFEST AND WATCH MXPX AND THE ACADEMY IS. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. i so wanna goooo T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm supposed to spot nat saw on tv? cuz she's going to the national day parade. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then friday going out with nat and sam. heh. nat and i shall buy so many cds. and we shall take neos. so sad jean cant go lah.. otherwise more fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go broke this week... but i shall get MANY MANY CDS =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN. I REALLY WANNA GO SINGFESTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh. forget it. ugh. argh. cant go. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna be the only sec1 going tmr leh. i feel so odd out.. lol. my buddy #3 peiyi has red eye according to mars. GET WELL SOON!  hope she can go tmr. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if yi an is going out. then if i see her i'll just ask her to come along or something. fann's going out with her section. the moment she mentions it she gets all excited all over. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. i wish we didn't have to change seats =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be ruijia's fault. lol. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okk. i shall start dumping lyrics =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rooftops by lost prophets&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our time is up,&lt;br /&gt;When our lives are done,&lt;br /&gt;Will we say we've had our fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we make a mark, This time.&lt;br /&gt;Will we always say we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;This is all we've got now,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love I've met,&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets,&lt;br /&gt;If it all ends now, I'm set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we make our mark, This time.&lt;br /&gt;Will we always say we tried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;This is all we've got now,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftop,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting till the bomb drops,&lt;br /&gt;This is all we've got now,&lt;br /&gt;Scream until your heart stops,&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna regret,&lt;br /&gt;Watching every sunset,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;All the love that we've felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftop,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting till the bomb drops,&lt;br /&gt;This is all we've got now,&lt;br /&gt;Scream until your heart stops,&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna regret,&lt;br /&gt;Watching every sunset,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;All the love that we've felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Scream your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;This is all we've got now,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can't stop. Gotta date with hate by lost prophets&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are open like a book&lt;br /&gt;Her fingers stroke her hair to look&lt;br /&gt;A moment feels so out of place&lt;br /&gt;This will left standing in disgrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint your fingernails at night&lt;br /&gt;Style you hair in the bathroom light&lt;br /&gt;Hatred never looked this good&lt;br /&gt;Whoever thought it could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait or leave it up to fate&lt;br /&gt;'cause I just wanna watch you all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End it you're gone and&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wake me up,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this dream to...&lt;br /&gt;End it you're gone and&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wake me up,&lt;br /&gt; I don't want this dream to...&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kiss those lips could never lie&lt;br /&gt;But I know something isn't right&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled my friends aside&lt;br /&gt;'cause I see nothing in those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done&lt;br /&gt;This won't be fun&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake&lt;br /&gt;Those smiles are fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait or leave it up to fate&lt;br /&gt;'cause I just wanna watch you all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End it you're gone and,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wake me up,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this dream to...&lt;br /&gt;End it you're gone and,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wake me up,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this dream to...&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe me, I know it will always be moving&lt;br /&gt;I know we could find a key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End it you're gone and&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wake me up,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this dream to...&lt;br /&gt;End it you're gone and&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wake me up,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this dream to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times that we suffered this before&lt;br /&gt;Never once did you ever close that door&lt;br /&gt;All the make up cannot hide the fact&lt;br /&gt;That you're gone and you're never coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In between by linkin park&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize to begin with&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize for what I'm about to say&lt;br /&gt;But trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I got caught up in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize to begin with&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize for what I'm about to say&lt;br /&gt;But trying to be someone else was harder than it seemed&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I got caught up in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my pride and my promise&lt;br /&gt;Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;And things I want to say to you get lost before they come&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize to begin with&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize for what I'm about to say&lt;br /&gt;But trying to regain your trust was harder than it seemed&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I got caught up in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my pride and my promise&lt;br /&gt;Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to say to you get lost before they come&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot explain to you&lt;br /&gt;And anything I say or do or plan&lt;br /&gt;Fear is not afraid of you&lt;br /&gt;But guilt's a language you can understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot explain to you&lt;br /&gt;And anything I say or do&lt;br /&gt;I hope the actions speak the words they can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my pride and my promise&lt;br /&gt;For my lies and how the truth gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to say to you get lost before they come&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and my promise&lt;br /&gt;Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to say to you get lost before they come&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post more lyrics later =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-3102237067439717838?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3102237067439717838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=3102237067439717838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3102237067439717838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3102237067439717838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/change-of-seatposting-lyrics-spree-d.html' title='CHANGE OF SEAT/posting lyrics spree =D'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-4922183870161287623</id><published>2007-08-06T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:13:57.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK, TIRED and i had fun =D</title><content type='html'>HELLO =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im' so good lahs. i'm actually blogging again. no actually i saw myself logged onto blogger cuz was helping sausage =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. todayyy.. hmm... ok. had lessons.. blah blah blah blah blah. then.. uhs. no. wait.. i cant remember. uh. uh uh uh uh uh uh uh. OH YES. had captains ball today =D was so gay lah. i shant complain about it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stayed back for workout lahs. i barely did anything. except that i did extra push ups =D cuz was coughing then didn't do much lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went island creamery with nat, jo, steph, fish and charlene. steph and i couldn't eat anything so we just sat there and stared while the rest of them either ate icecream or drank some soft drinks. ughhhh T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then took some pictures outside with ronald macdonald. LOL. then we went home lah. i walked all the way home.. lol. so tiring but fun =D was talking on the phone with nat all the way through. well sorta. then when i got home i was talking to. uh. dunno? then after that dunno who then dunno who then nat then jean then. see how lah =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised for the past 2 days. i haven't called anyone. everyone has been calling me. i NEED TO FIND SOMEONE TO CALL xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so weird lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizz. i feel like spamming lyrics on the blog lah.... can i? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-4922183870161287623?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4922183870161287623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=4922183870161287623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4922183870161287623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4922183870161287623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/sick-tired-and-i-had-fun-d.html' title='SICK, TIRED and i had fun =D'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-5601552042495737524</id><published>2007-08-04T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:28:03.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUSAGE = SHERINE!</title><content type='html'>i shall start crapping about sausages..ok. now listen. this is something VERY IMPORTANT.&lt;br /&gt;you MUST remember it ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherine = sausage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. simple? its just two words and an equal sign. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange does not = to nat saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats just as simple as the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third one is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me = NEVER STUDIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats. even easier. yes? no? yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so lets crap. haiz. ok lah. lately coughing like crazy. sick for so long already. oh well. and school is really a horrible drag man. its SO HORRIBLE. gahs. especially oral today. but i was lucky i didn't cough lah. then this. yi an and jean wanted to go out. wait for jean for 1 hour. omg lah. then spent 1 hour deciding where to go. but we ended up going home.. so pathetic right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the bus i felt like puking lah. then the 2 of them were crapping about smsing guys and blah. then shanice tan started smsing me. o man. i really almost puked when i got off the bus ok. like before the overhead bridge i was like stop. cough cough cough. ALMOST PUKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes.. one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sausage is crazy over super junior. KEEP BUGGING ME FOR NO REASON SUMMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lately steph and nat have been bugging me a lot too. especially nat. -.-" cant u guys jut KEEP AWAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and while waiting for jean. i saw keejia. then after a while grace came. then after a while michelle came. keejia and michelle were gonna have oral but grace finished hers already. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate swings now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fann insists that i owe her 6 bars of kinder bueno.. arghhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday there's captain ball match. i'm so sick. i dun wanna participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weds is national day celebration. released early.and my mum said i can go out. well after persuading her for so many days lah.. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today while we were trying to figure out where to go. nat came to sch. cuz her's is second shift. so yeah. so funny. i told her that her examiner could be mrs quek. hahaha. everyone was hoping for mr teo cuz he's more lenient.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sausage is so evil. keep doing homework and studying. cant bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jean is also another evil one. whole day long just bug her but always no reply sia -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.. not long from now i'm gonna give up bugging ppl.. so sian one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahs. forget about it mannn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and we got 7th for bowling. better than last year. but still. haizzz T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was complaining to yuching lah. she's nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH WHAT AM I SAYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. i'll stop. i feel like posting out the list of songs that are nice to me at this point of TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhhhahaaahahahahahahaizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz T_________T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-5601552042495737524?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5601552042495737524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=5601552042495737524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5601552042495737524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5601552042495737524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/sausage-sherine.html' title='SAUSAGE = SHERINE!'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-3858929675801431123</id><published>2007-08-04T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:09:56.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALRIGHT. i finally feel like posting xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol. man.. i wanna change my blogskin. but i'm so lazy -.-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok.. i will just change it. since i'm like. waiting for tuition and its soooo soooo soooo boring xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahahahaah. ok. update on  my life -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. i've been sending ALOT OF SMS. u dont wanna know who i sent it to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. i've been spamming ppl alot lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. bowling competition sucks but bowling rules still xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. i found a new friend called sausage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. i do not hate orange and i never did. just SOME people claim i do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. i like bowling more. n my seniors and my buddies and... my gummy and.... yeah. thats the point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. i'm tired so often&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. i've been sick for... 3 over weeks now. and i've been puking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. i've been usually talkin to yuching more. and complaining too =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. i think this is the last point&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. so u get the picture yeah? heh. ok. now i shall slowly.. slowly. SLOWLY. change my blogskin........ xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="5b4e522d"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-3858929675801431123?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3858929675801431123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=3858929675801431123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3858929675801431123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3858929675801431123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/08/update-update-update.html' title='UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8817486714502862830</id><published>2007-07-06T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:22:35.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUE TO HEAVY DEMANDS</title><content type='html'>as many ppl have been asking why i haven't been blogging, i shall onw officially announce the reason&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 AM LAZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it. =D and i'm gonna have quite a good record of not blogging for so long =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8817486714502862830?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8817486714502862830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=8817486714502862830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8817486714502862830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8817486714502862830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/07/due-to-heavy-demands.html' title='DUE TO HEAVY DEMANDS'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6662608516641893790</id><published>2007-06-17T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T14:14:42.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp + friday + weekend + nextweek</title><content type='html'>heh. ok so i know i haven't posted for ONE WEEK. *DING DING DING* *NEW RECORD MADE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i'm getting SO LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk. lets talk about camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. woke up early. smsed jean and nat bye. then went on the stupid ferry.. reached there. and had a msg by rev. chris c. sidwell. he's sucha good speaker. short but yet detailed. he gives us a walkthrough of the verses instead of reading it out. so good =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had lunch.. [the food for the few days weren't really nice.. really.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had free time till dinner. oh yeah. batam is one hour behind singapore. so yeah. then went bowlingg. was.. pretty fun larh. aunty py and.. um. josiah, timothy, theodore.. and i dunno. cant remember. were bowling in the lane next to us. then had dinner. and another message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had girl's dorm devotion.was fun.. we went to tabby's room. which was luckily next door to deborah's and mine. and rachel was opposite. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we sat there. then tabby tan and sara sat on the.. bed.. then tab was like "we're like. sitting on the bed. paiseh"... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk. i'd better continue otherwise will drag. o yeah. and we sang songsss... like &lt;em&gt;bow the knee, may the Lord find us faithful, not I but Christ&lt;/em&gt;.. all nice songs. ^^ and we sang bow the knee TWICE. because we found it too nice. too bad we didn't have accompaniment on the first night =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then woke up with deborah sneezing for ONE HOUR.... nice alarm clock right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went late for breakfast. then went for message. then my mum went back to singapore and came back the following day but thats another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the message was all so nice. oh yeah. my camp theme was "take time to be holy". and it was mostly about personal holiness. and i learnt alot from there. [thats a good thing incase you didn't know]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i suddenly remembered during the message that i'm playing for the children on the following day at night. blehhh. i'd miss the last message you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during free time went bowling AGAIN. and.. i think the other timothy and theodore were on the other lane. and ... hmmm.. those boy's came. uhs. joshua, jonathan and all those tall guys. then uncle chan yong came and took pictures. blehhh. ohoh.i think rachel, aaron n amos went bowling on monday... anywayyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had dinner after that.. hmmm. thennnn... went for message.. thenn.. went for dorm devotion again.. yayyaya. but this time we went to the marina 3. which is a room for the kids. and we took the smaller room. the guys got the bigger room... this time we had joanne to play the guitar while we sanggg. lalalalaalla. NICE SONGS. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the time we finished. we were all super tired. cuz today was supposed to have telematch and games. but deborah, my bro and i skipped it. we were all so tired from bowling. and my bro was because he was bored. so we stayed in the room and slacked =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once again woke up with the oh-so-wonderful alarm clock.. lalalala. then went for breakfast late AGAIN. mann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so practically the same things happened. this time during bowling. went with deborah, james and jamie. and rachel joined us after that. and uncle roger was taking videos of james and jamie bowl. so funny. especially james =P then jamie was like "i'm not gonna lose to my older brother". HAHAHA. oh. james is sec3. jamie is sec2 deborah is sec1. yeah.... and rachel is sec2 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... SO. then jamie threatened deborah. 'threatened' i mean.. not to pay. HAHAHAHA. but i knew that jamie would pay one larh. then deborah didn't believe.. so we went to her room and asked her.. luckily her room was just on the way to our room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then oh. we had BBQ DINNER. it was nice. and we had ICE CREAM. so funny. and u know who ate the MOST ICE CREAM that night? surprisingly. IT WAS MY MUM. LOL. my bro, deborah and i ate 3 each. heh.. and my bro ate the most sausages. 11.. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy. played for the message.. uncle c.h. gave me a piece i didn't practise. but uncle k.k. said it was okk larhhhhhh. hhheeehhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dorm devotion. this time the singing was with the guys. and joshua c. played the guitar. or was it gideon..  i dunno. they look the same. and they're.. i think... 17.. or 18. somethingggg.they're just one year difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we shared. and jamie had to leave halfway. sad. anyway.. then.. oh u know. the guys escort the girls back into their rooms everynight. HAHAHHAHA. then daniel [david's brother] sent the ppl on 4th floor back. which means. deborah and my floor. so yeahhh. and my mum went for women's fellowship. then my bro was fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man this day was FRUSTRATING. had to pack our bags to check out. then ate breakfast. had another message.. then had lunch. then.. checked out... SO. anyway... when i got back. smsed all the ppl who smsed me during the trip. and u know whattttt? jean was so nice. sms me everyday. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. [u know what. i know its long but too bad. i still got another 3 more days to describe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i came home and used the com.. and i had to practise the pieces for jws. blehhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okk. boring boring boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i practically did NOTHING. well. except slack at the com.. talk to fann for super long. spammed her on friendster as she requested.. yeah. then watched tv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okk. this day i really did nothing much. had tuition. played on com. and.. sms jean. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk. then today. i was playing for jws. then uncle rotha said he's chairing. and not uncle c.h. BLEH. then i sight readed 4 pieces. omggg. so scary larhh &gt;&lt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse off. charmaine, edelweiss and mabel went young lifers instead of staying in jws with me. and after the service they told me only 8 ppl went. i realised how ... poor thing. they are. and.. i was sitting with wan jing larh. she la. go gimme barley mints? ewwwwww.. contaminted my mouth. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk. so now i've finishe telling.. ONE ENTIRE WEEK WORTH OF MY LIFE. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its sucha small portion. OH. i forgot. on the.. second day went bowling with roselyn. and she did my homework. but no offence. she did most wrongly. ANYWAY. uncle charlie was bowling too. he bowled so well . FOR REAL. unlike uncle b.h. he bowl is fake professionalism. HAHAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkk. i'll stop. i know is super long. oh yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SIONG WOON =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JO, CHRISTINE C... CAN YOU GUYS MEET UP NEXT FRIDAY FOR HiM?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think thats all. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6662608516641893790?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6662608516641893790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6662608516641893790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6662608516641893790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6662608516641893790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/camp-friday-weekend-nextweek.html' title='camp + friday + weekend + nextweek'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6953745610598136754</id><published>2007-06-10T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:09:58.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD!</title><content type='html'>gahhhh. im going away.. tomorrow... T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb wants me to bring a bball for her? o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's gonna bring her ipod speakers.. YAY xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. went to church. charmaine SO IMPRESSIVE LARH. every song can playyy. summor she didn't practise for it. [i think]. SO COOL RIGHT =P GO CHARMAINE GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. then she was like. looking so sleepy as ever and still played so nicely. enjoyed it. heh.. deborah was jealous that i got email about church camp n jws and she didn't. SHE SO WANTS TO PLAY FOR JWS TOO. cuz the rest of us ALL play. well. sorta. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remember in p2.. when edelweiss, melissa, deborah and i were in church choir.. so funny. i got the solo part. then she was so jealous she was like WHYYY. then i told the teacher. then the teacher said NEXT TIME. HAHAHAHA. she so cant beat me in anything except netball -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then melissa didn't wanna give her shiny coin for offering. then deborah donated money to her. then we had a donation fight. until melissa got a total of an extra 90 cents. i know its ridiculous -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then i was playing piano and practising guitar. and i didn't know im playing for jws nxt week larhhh. until edelweiss told me but i didn't believe. -.- then suddenly uncle chow hock came and said "jemima ur playing nxt week right?". i was like.. uhhh. yeah think so.. LOL. SO SCARY LARH.. lalallallalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna miss training but i wanna go camp. u say how bad that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just now when i was so pissed at the stupid song cuz its so darn hard to play.. then jo sms me. WRONG TIMING. then i was so pissed ended up being so super sacarstic and evil.. haiz. STUPID SONG. and stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel like talking about best friends. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. NEVER. i repeat. NEVER. have a best friend.. why? you'll end up to regret it. TRUST ME. experience tells. time tells. its better to NOT have a best friend now then to get HURT by one.. stick with having just good friends. and being too honest or being too secretive can hurt. kaayyyy. i dunno whats wrong with me but yeah. its true okay... like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your best friend tells you that ur her 'bestest' friend in the &lt;em&gt;whole wide&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;world&lt;/em&gt;.. you THINK that its true. but then. eventually this fantasy would fade. conflicts come in. no matter how you resolve them they remain in your mind. so. you may be forgiving.. but does it work? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like. u know. when you fight.. bad things start blurting out. then you'll both get hurt. eventually? well. both of u say &lt;em&gt;oh its ok.&lt;/em&gt;. but. BUT.. you know. temptation comes. and you'll eventually lie to the person EVEN THOUGH publically you say thats your best friend. i mean. you'll never know!. i think. personally. that if you dont have a best friend.you wouldn't have to go through all that even though its necessary for some ppl to mature and GROW UP. [the song starts playingggg]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.. some ppl take forever to realise their mistakes whereas some would realise and change.. and there's this weird group of ppl who realise their mistake. and DONT change. now. thats a major problem and a high barrier in your life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO. I FEEL LIKE I JUST GAVE A MOTIVATIONAL SPEECH!! HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk. i've gone crazy. i know you're gonna miss me when ur bored..&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 know it....&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;BYE BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to thinkk...&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;about how long&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;you're gonna remain bored&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;without&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;me..&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;&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;TO ENTERTAIN YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6953745610598136754?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6953745610598136754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6953745610598136754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6953745610598136754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6953745610598136754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/sad.html' title='SAD!'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-714633909544813971</id><published>2007-06-09T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:32:13.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oopppppsss</title><content type='html'>heh.. i know i haven't been posting ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk. first. ummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night before slept super late.. then smsed jean when i woke up...went to the airport to get my dad. then jean sms me. saying she's back in singapore ^^ then she went to sleep so yeah.. then came home. then. i dunno. cant remember -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm. yesterday... i.. didn't do anything. WAIT. yesterday IS friday.. FORGET IT -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk.. so. rather. today.. hmmm. yeah. today i had tuition.. sorry for not replying like. the load of ppl. cuz i was like . yeah. having tuition.. so anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT. i dont know what to say... haiz.  so sad. going for church camp soon.. and im gonna miss training T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well.. i just feel like talking ..duh. im so bored. what else to do-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL POST TMR!. i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-714633909544813971?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/714633909544813971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=714633909544813971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/714633909544813971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/714633909544813971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/oopppppsss.html' title='oopppppsss'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-4945097930366429729</id><published>2007-06-07T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:12:42.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored bored boredd</title><content type='html'>lalalala. now OBVIOUSLY i'm bored. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sms jean again last night. HAHAHAHA. but was at about one. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy. today had bowling. i duno. i think i did baddddddddd. played 2 games. 111 and 114. GAH SO HORRIBLE. anyway.. i was super pissed larhs. well. particularly because of *ahem* i shall not mention names.. stupid lahhhhhhh. ugh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paid charlene and joanna back their $50 for the NAG.. yeah. then.. um.. i was reading the new paper larh. then i saw this article about closure of bowling alleys. OMG LARH.. i had the urge to sms everyone in bowling about it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.... yeah. then they said about relocating the training at kim seng to yishun?! OMG LARH. and they said that at least 4 to 6 bowling alleys in the central area is gonna closeeee... UGH. then i suddenly remembered about the CCA 'debate' i had with shanice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH LARH. BOWLING IS FUN AND ITS HARD TO PLAY OK. damn. I GOT SO FREAKING PISSED.. JUST BECAUSE YOU DONT DO WELL AT BOWLING DOESNT MEAN YOU HAVE TO CRITICIZE IT. NEITHER DO YOU HAVE TO SAY IT SUCKS. UR FREAKING ST JOHN IS GOOD TO YOU.. IT MEANS THAT BOWLING IS GOOD TO ME TOO. HELL YOU DONT MAKE FUN OF BOWLING. YOU THINK THAT UR ST JOHN IS OH-SO-GOOD. YEAH SO? TO YOU AND THOSE IN IT. BUT TO OTHERS IT ISN'T. SAME APPLIES TO BOWLING U MORON. HECK I CAN TELL YOU ONE MILLION TIMES THAT BOWLING IS FUN.GOOD.AND SPECIAL TO ME OKAY. IF YOU THINK BOWLING IS THAT EASY. COME BOWL WITH ME LARH! I KNOW YOU WON'T DARE TO. WHY? BECAUSE YOU SUCK AT IT AND YOU KNOW IM GONNA BEAT YOU. SO. DONT ASSUME BOWLING IS JUST THROWING A BALL DOWN THE LANE. IT NEEDS PROFESSIONALISM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. sry about that but im seriously getting pissed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LARH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i feel like telling the whole world off right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ifonlyyouunderstood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;iwouldnthavetotellyouoffthisway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i'll stop.. then i came home. talked to fann on the phone. for about what? 2 and a half hours?. dunno. was complaining about bowling &gt;&lt;  and she was telling me about her french horn. so yeah.. AT LEAST FANN CAN ACCEPT BOWLING UNLIKE YOU WHO JUST DOESNT APPRECIATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im going crazy any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally realised what geog worksheet it is .. gosh i thought i lost it or something. but apparently fann lied. but she told me its found in asknlearn. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. ok luhs.. I MISS JEANNNN. GAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. i so dont want to watch movies. so sick of it alr -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. IVE GOT CHURCH CAMP NXT WEEK AND IM GONNA MISS TRAINING BECAUSE OF THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sharing room with deborah for camp. lalalaa. wanted to share with charmaine too. but her parents didn't allow and aren't free. SO SADD T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. im so gonna bring my homework there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll get inspiration for my storybook. hmmm... maybe. just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. im GOING CRAZY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. no. i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. 1PE..REMEMBER TO BRING UR HYDROPONIC STUFF ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.. yeah ok i've gone mad.&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;ok i'll stop.. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-4945097930366429729?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4945097930366429729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=4945097930366429729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4945097930366429729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4945097930366429729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/bored-bored-boredd.html' title='bored bored boredd'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-5104945150122011499</id><published>2007-06-06T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T14:03:16.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies movies moviess</title><content type='html'>gahh. yuching smsed me and asked if it was tracey's bday today -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY/BIRTHDAY to RACHEL THNG AND TRACEY [nosurnametobeincudedotherwisedeathmayoccur].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah. and i'm so sick of movies. seriously -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night watced shrek3 with my mum and bro. so funny =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sms jean at 2am cuz was watching dvd. then contiued watching and didn't sleep. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday had guitar larhs. then went to food court to eat. then received a call frm *ahem* unknown. then a short while later receved a call frm jo while was talking to unknown. scary sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. nothing  much larhs. tmr gt bowling training. man its gonna be so weird -.-" as in. ah. nvmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;holdonifufeelikelettinggo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;holdonitsgetsbetterthanuknow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dontstoplooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you'reonestepclose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dntstopsearching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;itsnotover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whenithinkaboutmylife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iwonderifiwillsurviveto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;livetoseetill25&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;orwillifall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I think about my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder if I will survive to live to see in 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or will I just fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like all my friends, they just keep dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People 'round me always crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In this place that I like to call my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not everybody knows that everybody goes to a better place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not everybody knows that everyone could be living their last days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But the hard times will come, and we'll keep movin' on, we're movin' up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Keep movin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On without the things we've lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The things we've gained we'll take with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And all I've got are these two hands to make myself a better man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see the end of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With all this rain it just keeps falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On my head and now I'm calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Out to someone else to help me make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not everybody knows that everybody goes to a better place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not everybody knows that everyone could be living their last days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But the hard times will come, and we'll keep movin' on, we're movin' up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Keep movin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some friends become enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some friends become your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Make the best with what you're given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This ain't dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is living!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Said we're movin' on, and we got nothing to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'cause we'll get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We're movin' on and on and on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Keep movin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some friends become enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some friends become your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Make the best with what you're given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;his ain't dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is living!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-5104945150122011499?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5104945150122011499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=5104945150122011499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5104945150122011499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5104945150122011499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/movies-movies-moviess.html' title='movies movies moviess'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-845407706230705448</id><published>2007-06-05T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:34:32.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendly match</title><content type='html'>i know its late larhs. but arh.. i forgot to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friendly match was held at safra mt faber. then when i entered the bowling alley. WA LAO SO DAMN IT COLD.. then another thing i noted was. THE WHOLE PLACE WAS ORANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i just unlucky or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then played with jo's psp. lol. need for speed most wanted. MAN THAT ROCKS. and mine's better than hers. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during the match keejia was showing signs of obsession with michelle. LOL. so funny xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made a remarkable discovery [so says keejia].. which is. the ceiling of the bowling alley is super dirty. why? because it was all black and dotted. but. at the areas next to the aircon with the plastic strap thingg.. the ceiling was white there.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jo blowed into her chocolate milk packet. then all the milk splated out. lucky wasn't very wet.. then we were so cold so went to borrow jackets frm peiyi and mars. heh. then hwee ting was so.. like. sorta. sad the whole time larhs.. then i felt the urge to start talking alot of crap. but couldn't find anyone to talk crap to -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and keejia kept going to the toilett. she was like "i need to pee" every game .. LOL SO FUNNY xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd.. she kept trying to get herself depressed by looking at the score board. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. what else... oh yeah. then i had so many ppl smsing me / calling me. telling me that kim seng is gonna en bloc.. like YES I ALREADY KNOW THAT. then i came back and complained to the genie. bleh. now im under the genie's mercy .. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then charlene was telling me about how there were only 9 ppl durin training and that they were all sec1.. haha. oh yeahh. i went to great world for my lunch and justine, her sis and her mum walked past the car in the carpark and i was OUT of the car. -.-" amazing how she didn't see me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was playing that chinese song thingg. yeahh. then i thought of jean leavinggg T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nat and i just smsed her. hehh.. but she wont reply larhss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking hw im gonna play guitar later when my fingers hurt like crazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhh.. and i sound too obsessed with jean. but yeah. its one less person to complain to. one less person to talk to. one less person to talk to me. one less person to hear. one less person to care.. lalalalala. FINGER HURTS. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINGER HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU JEAN.&lt;br /&gt;NICE BLOGSKIN NAT.&lt;br /&gt;AS LONG AS YOU TRIED YOUR BEST CHARLENE.&lt;br /&gt;GO GET UR FREAKING MUSIC STAND AND STOP ROARING AT ME FANN.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO GENIE.&lt;br /&gt;MISSING SINGAPORE HANNAH?&lt;br /&gt;GUITAR CLASS STOPPED ME FROM GOING OUT WITH RACHEL Y. AND YUCHING AND BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A CLASS GATHERING!! [BOTH 6H AND 1PE]-[I KNOW IM DEMANDING]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll stop being so crazy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-845407706230705448?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/845407706230705448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=845407706230705448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/845407706230705448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/845407706230705448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/friendly-match.html' title='friendly match'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-3902215779593842060</id><published>2007-06-05T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:36:43.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadddd</title><content type='html'>sobbb... jean's gone.. T_T.. my middle and ring fingers on my left have internal bleeding. damnit pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised this is my 109 post alr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算没有明天&lt;br /&gt;-黄晓明 &amp; 孙俪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;俪：永远有多远　我心已疲倦&lt;br /&gt;　    只叹缘分太浅　梦不能圆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明：再拥抱一遍　哪怕是瞬间&lt;br /&gt;  　 停格的画面　能不能抵抗思念&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;俪：我们之间　会不会有明天&lt;br /&gt;　　炽热的缠绵能否重新上演&lt;br /&gt;　　就算天一边　沧海成桑田&lt;br /&gt;　　那些誓言　还在人世流连&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明：我们之间　就算没有明天&lt;br /&gt;　　回忆再明显　终究消散成云烟&lt;br /&gt;　　用青春容颜　去交换爱恋&lt;br /&gt;　　我也情愿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;俪：永远有多远　我心已疲倦&lt;br /&gt;　　只叹缘分太浅　梦不能圆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明：再拥抱一遍　哪怕是瞬间&lt;br /&gt;　　停格的画面　能不能抵抗思念&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;俪：我们之间　会不会有明天&lt;br /&gt;　　炽热的缠绵能否重新上演&lt;br /&gt;　　就算天一边　沧海成桑田&lt;br /&gt;　　那些誓言　还在人世流连&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明：我们之间　就算没有明天&lt;br /&gt;　　回忆再明显　终究消散成云烟&lt;br /&gt;　　用青春容颜　去交换爱恋&lt;br /&gt;　　我也情愿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;合：我们之间　会不会有明天&lt;br /&gt;　　炽热的缠绵能否重新上演&lt;br /&gt;　　就算天一边　沧海成桑田&lt;br /&gt;　　那些誓言　还在人世流连&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;合：我们之间　就算没有明天&lt;br /&gt;　　回忆再明显　终究消散成云烟&lt;br /&gt;　　用青春容颜　去交换爱恋&lt;br /&gt;　　我也情愿 (我也情愿) 无悔无怨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SONGGG.. AHHHH. its like. from a chinese show larhss. but its SO NICEEE T_T and i took so long to find the lyrics -.-". BUT EITHER WAYS. I LOVE THE SONGGG. and i'm so happy cuz i found the video on youtube. heh ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJUEz30jS9M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJUEz30jS9M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. yeahhh. SEE THE VIDEO. omg its so nice larhs.. i see the show then they played the song then.. i cried o_____o.. i know its so wrong but ITS SO NICEEEE &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. i'll stop ranting. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-3902215779593842060?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3902215779593842060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=3902215779593842060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3902215779593842060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3902215779593842060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/sadddd.html' title='sadddd'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-634347974484399460</id><published>2007-06-04T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:25:05.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>newww bloggskinn!</title><content type='html'>hahahahaha.. im sure u've noticed the BIG picture. and the NEW blogskin. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u had fun finding the navigations xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEAN'S GOING AWAY TMR. AHHHH.. NAT'S GOING AWAY FRM 18 - 22.. AHHHHHHHHHHH... CRAP IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's friendly match wasn't good.. haiz. for me. i go 90. then 106. then 139. T_T... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so many things to say but i dont wanna say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so many things bottled up inside and just cant be freed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. so bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-634347974484399460?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/634347974484399460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=634347974484399460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/634347974484399460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/634347974484399460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/newww-bloggskinn.html' title='newww bloggskinn!'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-4917721912425119882</id><published>2007-06-03T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:13:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jean i'll miss you!</title><content type='html'>heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSHUA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. its my bro's bday today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann. jean's going away... T___T.. IM GONNA MISS YA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh. likeee. when she comes back. a few days later i'm goingg for church camp. no. to be exact.. its just.. like... 1 day later!!GAHHHHHHHHHHHH... im not sure if nat knows.. i'll tell her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a blogskin for nat. giving to her tmr... GAHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mannn. im missing jean so badly. anddddddddddd.. ANDDDDDDDDD. nat's not going anywhere so its ok. LOL. no larhs. im so mean. aiyaaaaaa.. then after that when jean comes back she's going away again.. just because her mum wants to go somewhere and her dad wants to go somewhere else.. then she has to travel twice.. haiz.. so poor thing oneee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeee.. nat's gonna be so miserable when we're both away.. lol. she's so gonna miss us. O MAN... I DONT GET TO SEE YOU GUYS AGAIN UNTIL SCHOOL REOPENS!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!..lets meet up again&lt;size="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;beggedmenottodowhatiknewihadto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;becauseofthatonereason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;whichisbecaueiloveyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;onelasttime.pleasedontcry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;idontknowwrongfromright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;alliknowisthatiloveyoutonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;ohmylove.idontknowmuchatall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;justtonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-4917721912425119882?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4917721912425119882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=4917721912425119882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4917721912425119882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4917721912425119882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/jean-ill-miss-you.html' title='jean i&apos;ll miss you!'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-843625335742819130</id><published>2007-06-03T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T15:48:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODY VALENTINE!</title><content type='html'>lalallalalaaa. I HAVE OFFICIALLY GONE CRAZYYYYY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and arhs many of u been asking me if i'm in love.. YES I AM IN LOVE WITH THE SONG.GOT A PROBLEM?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALALLA. i've been crazyyy for the pastttt.. 4 days.no.. FIVE.. WOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll wash my bloody hands and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we'll start a new life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont know much at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont know wrong from right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all i know is that i love you tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hard days made me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hard nights shaped me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know they somehow save me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i know i'm making something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of this life they call nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i take what i want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i take what i need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you say it's wrong but it's right for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i won't look down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;won't say i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know that only God can judge me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and if i make it thru today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;will tomorrow be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;am i just running in place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if i stubble and i fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;should i get up and carry on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or will it all just be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know the happiest day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i swear the happiest day of my life is the day that i die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can you feel the cold tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it sets in but it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;darkness falls i'm letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all alone but i feel fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-843625335742819130?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/843625335742819130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=843625335742819130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/843625335742819130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/843625335742819130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/bloody-valentine.html' title='BLOODY VALENTINE!'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-4673059161058027467</id><published>2007-06-02T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:26:34.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing!</title><content type='html'>nothing much todayy. just at home doing NOTHING the whole day. bleh. last night slept at like 4.30 and woke up at about 8 with so many ppl smsing me for i-dont-know-what reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super tired. but yeah.. i'm in love with &lt;em&gt;my bloody valentine.. &lt;/em&gt;the song so nice larhss!. i shall post the lyrics AGAIN. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Bloody Valentine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;"&gt;Oh, my love, please don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ripped out his throat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And called you on the telephone to take off my disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just in time to hear you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you mourn the death of your bloody valentine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night he died&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You mourned the death of your bloody valentine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my love please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll start a new life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I know is that I love you tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Police and flashing lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rain came down so hard that night and the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Headlines read "a lover died"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No tell-tale heart was left to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you mourn the death of your bloody valentine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night he died&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You mourned the death of your bloody valentine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my love please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll start a new life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I know is that I love you tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He dropped you off I followed him home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I stood outside his bedroom window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing over him he begged me not to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I knew I had to do 'cause I'm so in love with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my love please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll start a new life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I know is that I love you tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight...&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/5325604269616353885-4673059161058027467?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4673059161058027467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=4673059161058027467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4673059161058027467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4673059161058027467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/nothing-much-todayy.html' title='nothing!'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8929933694328862610</id><published>2007-06-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:48:24.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>genie?</title><content type='html'>greeat..  JUST GREAT. i've got super-random-and-weird genie O_O.. NO JOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genie :  i grant you 3 wishes. wish wisely&lt;br /&gt;me : i wanna skip my guitar class on tues&lt;br /&gt;genie : granted. however, u will get scolded by ur mother. second wish.&lt;br /&gt;me : i wanna skip guitar lesson WITHOUT getting scolded by ANYONE&lt;br /&gt;genie : granted. ur mother will turn into an object and then she will scold you. so you will be scolded by a thing and she will pop back into a person. third wish.&lt;br /&gt;me : i wanna do well for the friendly match on monday.&lt;br /&gt;genie : u will do well. at least for my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW GREAT RIGHT? .. AMAZING GENIE THERE ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later one genie went *poof* then went offline. WONDERFUL. and suddenly came on and went haha... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8929933694328862610?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8929933694328862610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=8929933694328862610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8929933694328862610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8929933694328862610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/genie.html' title='genie?'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-3011075267722625817</id><published>2007-06-01T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:40:18.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freak</title><content type='html'>aiya. dun wanna go guitar nxt week lehs. scarely get scolded cuz didn't go this week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - friendly match&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - guitar lesson&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - going out&lt;br /&gt;thursday - training&lt;br /&gt;friday - [luckily] nothing&lt;br /&gt;saturday - not sure&lt;br /&gt;sunday - church&lt;br /&gt;monday - church camp&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - church camp&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - church camp&lt;br /&gt;thursday - church camp&lt;br /&gt;friday - nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.. who am i kidding? the holidays are so short.. and i still gotta do homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. jean's going away for abt 5 days. GAHHHH. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd. fann is going "roar" at me on msn right now. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. and also "dang it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. only did the intro for storybook.. still got a long way to go. finished maths. and still gotta file geog. think i lost some worksheets =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy... oh. i almost forgot about chinese. man i've gotta find that paper telling us what to do. and i cant find my hist wb.. BLEH. and HOW DO I DO MY HEALTH-IN-MOTION -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i'll find a way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-3011075267722625817?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3011075267722625817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=3011075267722625817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3011075267722625817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3011075267722625817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/freak.html' title='freak'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-351295786211962713</id><published>2007-06-01T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T16:02:46.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cip!</title><content type='html'>haha. i did cip with hannah again today.. did 4 hours.. and it was so fun we wanted to stay even longer. hahaha. the librarians r so nice!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. and just by doing cip, i already walked a total of 14720 steps. GREAT EH?.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy.. i finally managed to talk to jean on the phone. gosh. its been like FOREVER. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to yuching larhs. then jean said she was gonna call. then we talked.. then i was talking to.. wait. i cant remember.. who cares.. think it was nat. yeah. then i talked to fann. then i received an sms "are you free now?".. from shanice. like SHE DOES THAT EVERY NIGHT. and she very well knows we're gonna end up fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. and we were fighting about our cca's once again. gosh. i cant knock it into her head that bowling rocks!! she insists that st john is better larhs. and was showing off its "professionalism"... likee. AS IF BOWLING IS EASY LARH.. gosh. if it was easy then the whole world would be called pro bowlers and get perfect games.. ppl wanna learn bowling.. just that they dont have the chance to. and i bet she probably was just jealous that i bowl so much better than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was saying that she prefers queensway to rgps. WTH LARH..and to think she complains more.. haiz.and she said that scgs sucks and is worse in EVERYWAY and would lose in EVERYTHING to queensway? WTH LAR. THATS PLAIN CRAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we 'debated' for about.. 2 hours i think. or one and a half. man it was tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LARH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm i'll stop. and and and. YOU MUST LISTEN TO MY BLOODY VALENTINE! its so nice larhs xD.. yaayaaya. GOOD CHARLOTTE ROCKS!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. yeah yeah yeah. man. i'm so bored now.. maths.gosh. so many worksheets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bro's bday is coming up. gonna have a feast of junk food?.. well. no money for some restaurant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. anywayyy. i shall start on my storybook today.. otherwise i'm gonna suffer later &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCHING.. I AM NOT A GUAIKIA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-351295786211962713?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/351295786211962713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=351295786211962713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/351295786211962713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/351295786211962713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/06/cip.html' title='cip!'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-7898403208472713830</id><published>2007-05-31T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:43:21.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry about all the lyrics and all. but really larhs. ITS NICE OKAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-7898403208472713830?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7898403208472713830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=7898403208472713830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7898403208472713830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7898403208472713830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/sorry-about-all-lyrics-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-1754090717361020228</id><published>2007-05-31T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:42:08.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say anything</title><content type='html'>Here I am on&lt;br /&gt;The phone again, and&lt;br /&gt;Awkward silence is&lt;br /&gt;On the other end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to know the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of a smile in your voice&lt;br /&gt;But right now (right now)&lt;br /&gt;All I feel (All I feel)&lt;br /&gt;Is the pain of the fighting&lt;br /&gt;Starting up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things we talk about&lt;br /&gt;You know they stay on my mind&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things we laugh about&lt;br /&gt;They'll bring us through it every time&lt;br /&gt;After time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that&lt;br /&gt;Time changes&lt;br /&gt;Best friends can&lt;br /&gt;Become strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want that&lt;br /&gt;No, not for you&lt;br /&gt;If you just stay with me, we can make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again&lt;br /&gt;The same old argument&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm wonderin'&lt;br /&gt;If things'll ever change, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you laugh again?&lt;br /&gt;Laugh like you did back when&lt;br /&gt;We'd make noise til 3 AM and the neighbors would complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things we talk about&lt;br /&gt;You know they stay on my mind&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things we laugh about&lt;br /&gt;They'll bring us through it every time&lt;br /&gt;After time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;If you'll just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word (Please don't leave)&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away (Please don't leave)&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-1754090717361020228?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1754090717361020228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=1754090717361020228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1754090717361020228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1754090717361020228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/say-anything.html' title='say anything'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6590646328725827247</id><published>2007-05-31T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:37:01.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold on</title><content type='html'>This world&lt;br /&gt;This world is cold&lt;br /&gt;But you don't&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely, and no one seems to care&lt;br /&gt;Your mother's gone and your father hits you&lt;br /&gt;This pain you cannot bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all bleed the same way as you do&lt;br /&gt;And we all have the same things to go through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your days&lt;br /&gt;You say they're way too long&lt;br /&gt;And your nights&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep at all&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're not sure what you're waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;but you don't want to know more&lt;br /&gt;And you're not sure what you're looking for,&lt;br /&gt;but you don't want to know more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all bleed the same way as you do&lt;br /&gt;And we all have the same things to go through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop looking, you're one step closer&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop searching, it's not over&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you're doing to me?&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead...&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop looking, you're one step closer&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop searching, it's not over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6590646328725827247?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6590646328725827247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6590646328725827247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6590646328725827247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6590646328725827247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/hold-on.html' title='hold on'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-5333981070818143230</id><published>2007-05-31T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:33:21.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bloody valentine</title><content type='html'>Oh, my love&lt;br /&gt;Please don't cryI&lt;br /&gt;'ll wash my bloody hands and&lt;br /&gt;We'll start a new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ripped out&lt;br /&gt;His throat&lt;br /&gt;And called you on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;To take off&lt;br /&gt;My disguise&lt;br /&gt;Just in time to hear you cry when you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mourn the death of your bloody valentine&lt;br /&gt;The night he died&lt;br /&gt;You mourn the death of your bloody valentine&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love&lt;br /&gt;Please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll wash my bloody hands and&lt;br /&gt;We'll start a new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much at all&lt;br /&gt;I don't know wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I love you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was&lt;br /&gt;Police and&lt;br /&gt;Flashing lights&lt;br /&gt;The rain came down so hard that night and the&lt;br /&gt;Headlines read&lt;br /&gt;A lover died&lt;br /&gt;No tell-tale heart was left to find when you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mourn the death of your bloody valentine&lt;br /&gt;The night he died&lt;br /&gt;You mourn the death of your bloody valentine&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin'...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love&lt;br /&gt;Please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll wash my bloody hands and&lt;br /&gt;We'll start a new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much at all&lt;br /&gt;I don't know wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I love you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped you off, I followed him home&lt;br /&gt;Then I, I stood outside his bedroom window&lt;br /&gt;Standing over him, he begged me not to do&lt;br /&gt;What I knew I had to do cause I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love&lt;br /&gt;Please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll wash my bloody hands and&lt;br /&gt;We'll start a new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much at allI&lt;br /&gt; don't know wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I love you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-5333981070818143230?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5333981070818143230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=5333981070818143230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5333981070818143230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5333981070818143230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-bloody-valentine.html' title='my bloody valentine'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-370031102111141071</id><published>2007-05-31T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:29:42.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of my old man</title><content type='html'>I don't know too much about too much of my old man&lt;br /&gt;I know he walked right out the door, we never saw him again&lt;br /&gt;Last I heard he was at the bar, doin' himself in&lt;br /&gt;I know I got that same disease, I guess I got that from him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of my old man&lt;br /&gt;Just like his father before him&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you, do anything you can&lt;br /&gt;So you don't end up just like them&lt;br /&gt;Like them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday he woke up and hated life&lt;br /&gt;Drank until Wednesday and left his wife&lt;br /&gt;Thursday through Saturday he lost everything&lt;br /&gt;Woke up on Sunday, miserable again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember baseball games and workin' on the car&lt;br /&gt;Told me that he loved me and that I would go far&lt;br /&gt;Showed me how to work hard and stick up for myself&lt;br /&gt;I wish he wasn't too hard to listen to himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of my old man&lt;br /&gt;Just like his father before him&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you, do anything you can&lt;br /&gt;So you don't end up just like them&lt;br /&gt;Like them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday he woke up and hated life&lt;br /&gt;Drank until Wednesday and left his wife&lt;br /&gt;Thursday through Saturday he lost everything&lt;br /&gt;Woke up on Sunday, miserable again&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday he'll wish that he made things right (made things right)&lt;br /&gt;Long for his family and miss his wife (miss his wife)&lt;br /&gt;Remember the days he had everything (everything)&lt;br /&gt;Now he's alone and miserable again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-370031102111141071?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/370031102111141071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=370031102111141071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/370031102111141071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/370031102111141071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/story-of-my-old-man.html' title='the story of my old man'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-2434319250772326217</id><published>2007-05-31T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:26:24.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wondering</title><content type='html'>If you want me to wait&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me to stay&lt;br /&gt;I would stay right through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a young man&lt;br /&gt;I never was a fun man&lt;br /&gt;I never had a plan and no security&lt;br /&gt;Then ever since i met you&lt;br /&gt;I never could forget you&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna get you right here next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody&lt;br /&gt;Needs someone that they can trust and&lt;br /&gt;You're somebody&lt;br /&gt;That I found just in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to wait&lt;br /&gt;I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me to stay&lt;br /&gt;I would stay right through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my life is changing&lt;br /&gt;It's always rearranging&lt;br /&gt;It's always getting stranger than I thought it ever could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I found you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be around you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get down to the point that I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody&lt;br /&gt;Needs someone that they can trust and&lt;br /&gt;You're somebody&lt;br /&gt;That I found just in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to wait&lt;br /&gt;I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me to stay&lt;br /&gt;I would stay right through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;The bad news&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me anything at all&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me&lt;br /&gt;That you need me&lt;br /&gt;And stay right here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to wait&lt;br /&gt;I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me to stay&lt;br /&gt;I would stay right through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to wait&lt;br /&gt;I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me to stay&lt;br /&gt;I would stay right through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy wondering&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-2434319250772326217?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2434319250772326217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=2434319250772326217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/2434319250772326217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/2434319250772326217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/wondering.html' title='wondering'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8728977413730407649</id><published>2007-05-31T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:21:26.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movin' on</title><content type='html'>When I think about my life I wonder if I will survive&lt;br /&gt;To live to see 25 or will I just fall?&lt;br /&gt;Like all my friends, they just keep dying.&lt;br /&gt;People round me, always crying.&lt;br /&gt;In this place that I like to call my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody knows that everybody goes to a better place&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody knows that everybody could be living their last days&lt;br /&gt;But the hard times will come, and we'll keep moving on.&lt;br /&gt;We're moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving on Life.&lt;br /&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;Truth.&lt;br /&gt;Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Pride.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Lust.&lt;br /&gt;On without the things we've lost but things we've gained we'll take with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I've got are these two hands to make myself a better man&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see the end of this&lt;br /&gt;With all this rain it just keeps falling&lt;br /&gt;On my head and now I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Out to someone else to help me make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody knows that everybody goes to a better place&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody knows that everybody could be living their last days&lt;br /&gt;But the hard times will come, and we'll keep moving on.&lt;br /&gt;We're moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving on&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;Truth.&lt;br /&gt;Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Pride.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Lust.&lt;br /&gt;Pain.&lt;br /&gt;Hate.&lt;br /&gt;Lies.&lt;br /&gt;Guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Cry.&lt;br /&gt;Live.&lt;br /&gt;Die.&lt;br /&gt;Some friends become enemies some friends become your family&lt;br /&gt;Make the best with what you're givin&lt;br /&gt;This ain't dying this is livin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said were movin on and we've got nothin to prove&lt;br /&gt;To anyone&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Were movin on and on and on and on and on and on and on....&lt;br /&gt;Keep movin on&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;Truth.&lt;br /&gt;Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Pride.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Lust.&lt;br /&gt;Pain.&lt;br /&gt;Hate.&lt;br /&gt;Lies.&lt;br /&gt;Guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Cry.&lt;br /&gt;Live.&lt;br /&gt;Die.&lt;br /&gt;Some friends become enemies some friends become your family&lt;br /&gt;Make the best with what you're givin&lt;br /&gt;This ain't dying! this is livin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8728977413730407649?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-685537872181752742</id><published>2007-05-31T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:16:17.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifestyles of the rich and famous</title><content type='html'>Always see it on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;Or read it in the magazines&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities who want sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they do is piss and moan&lt;br /&gt;Inside the rolling stone&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' about how hard life can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see them spend a week&lt;br /&gt;Livin' life out on the street&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they would survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they could spend a day or two&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' in someone else's shoes&lt;br /&gt;I think they'd stumble and they'd fall&lt;br /&gt;They would fall... (fall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyles of the rich and the famous&lt;br /&gt;They're always complainin'&lt;br /&gt;Always complainin'...&lt;br /&gt;If money is such a problem&lt;br /&gt;Well they've got mansions&lt;br /&gt;Think we should rob them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well did you know when you were famous you could kill your wife&lt;br /&gt;And there's no such thing as 25 to life&lt;br /&gt;As long as you've got the cash, to pay for Cochran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know if you were caught and you were smokin' crack&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds wouldn't even wanna take you back&lt;br /&gt;You could always just run for mayor of D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see them spend a week&lt;br /&gt;Livin' life out on the street&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they would survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they could spend a day or two&lt;br /&gt;Walking in someone else's shoes&lt;br /&gt;I think they'd stumble and they'd fall&lt;br /&gt;they would fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyles of the rich and the famous&lt;br /&gt;They're always complainin'&lt;br /&gt;Always complainin'...&lt;br /&gt;If money is such a problem&lt;br /&gt;Well they've got mansions&lt;br /&gt;Think we should rob them(Fall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyles of the rich and the famous&lt;br /&gt;They're always complainin'&lt;br /&gt;Always complainin'...&lt;br /&gt;If money is such a problem&lt;br /&gt;They've got so many problems&lt;br /&gt;Think I could solve them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyles of the rich and famous&lt;br /&gt;We'll take your clothes, cash, cars and homes just stop complainin'&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyles of the rich and famous...&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyles of the rich and famous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyles of the rich and famous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-685537872181752742?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/685537872181752742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=685537872181752742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/685537872181752742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/685537872181752742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/lifestyles-of-rich-and-famous.html' title='lifestyles of the rich and famous'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8189103972121301350</id><published>2007-05-31T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:13:33.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day that i die</title><content type='html'>One day I woke up'&lt;br /&gt;I woke up knowing&lt;br /&gt;Today is the dayI will die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashdogg was barking&lt;br /&gt;Went to the park and enjoyed it one last time&lt;br /&gt;I called my mother, told her I loved her&lt;br /&gt;And I begged her not to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a letter&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd miss her&lt;br /&gt;And I signed that Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the happiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;I swear the happiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Is the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the cold tonight (the day that I die)&lt;br /&gt;It sets in, but it's alright (the day that I die)&lt;br /&gt;Darkness falls, I'm letting go (the day that I die)&lt;br /&gt;All alone but I feel fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a drive and we drove through D.C.&lt;br /&gt;To see the places we lived, long conversations&lt;br /&gt;We talked of old friends and all the things that we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer nights&lt;br /&gt;Drunken fights&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes we made&lt;br /&gt;Did we live it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the happiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;I swear the happiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Is the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the cold tonight? (the day that I die)&lt;br /&gt;It sets in, but it's alright (the day that I die)&lt;br /&gt;Darkness falls, I'm letting go (the day that I die)&lt;br /&gt;All alone but I feel just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the happiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;I know the happiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;I swear the happiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Is the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the cold tonight? (the day that I die)&lt;br /&gt;It sets in, but it's alright (the day that I die)&lt;br /&gt;Darkness falls, I'm letting go (the day that I die)&lt;br /&gt;All alone but I feel fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I live it right,&lt;br /&gt;I hope I lived it right, (the day that I die)&lt;br /&gt;Did I live it right? (the day that I die)&lt;br /&gt;Did I live it right,&lt;br /&gt;I hope I lived it right, (the day that I die)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I lived it right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8189103972121301350?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8189103972121301350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=8189103972121301350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8189103972121301350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8189103972121301350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-that-i-die.html' title='the day that i die'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-4304750536105458650</id><published>2007-05-31T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:09:41.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the young and the hopeless</title><content type='html'>Hard days made me&lt;br /&gt;Hard nights shaped me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know they somehow saved me&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm making something out of this life they call nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take what I want&lt;br /&gt;take what I need&lt;br /&gt;they say it's wrong, but it's right for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't look down&lt;br /&gt;Won't say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I know that only God can judge me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I make it through today&lt;br /&gt;Will tomorrow be the same&lt;br /&gt;Am I just running in place&lt;br /&gt;And if I stumble and I fall&lt;br /&gt;Should I get up and carry on&lt;br /&gt;Will it all just be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm young and I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and I know this&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nowhere fast that's what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm troublesome I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry at my father&lt;br /&gt;it's me against this world and I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one in this industry&lt;br /&gt;understands the life I lead&lt;br /&gt;when I sing about my past&lt;br /&gt;it's not a gimmick, not an act&lt;br /&gt;These critics, and these trust fund kids&lt;br /&gt;try to tell me what punk is&lt;br /&gt;but when I see them on the street they got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I make it through today&lt;br /&gt;Will tomorrow be the same&lt;br /&gt;Am I just running in place&lt;br /&gt;And if I stumble and I fall&lt;br /&gt;Should I get up and carry on&lt;br /&gt;Will it all just be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm young and I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and I know this&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nowhere fast that's what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm troublesome I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry at my father&lt;br /&gt;it's me against this world and I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I don't care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm young and I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and I know this&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nowhere fast that's what they say&lt;br /&gt;that I'm troublesome I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry at my father&lt;br /&gt;it's me against this world and&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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hopeless'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-3610310833529085386</id><published>2007-05-31T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:37:11.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>opps</title><content type='html'>hehs. i know i haven't been posting.. i'm just LAZY... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had science. and mr sim made me in charge of hydroponics?.... then jean followed me home. and nat came after that. then we took a cab to newton mrt station thinking sam was there waiting for us.but who knew she was supposed to go to school?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to cineleisure. and met nat's  mum.. heh. then went to buy movie tickets for potc3. i know i had already watched it but doesn't matter =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we came down and waited for sam. she came in her sch uni. jean too. but i changed. then..we went to eat at pasta mania. oh. i forgot to mention that we saw wenn er . we were like. WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. the lunch was just.. lets just say.. weird. jean nat and i ate the same thing.. including drinks. and the drink was mocha iced. EW LARH. it had mashed coffee beans inside. but it tasted like pepper to me -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jean spilled her pasta over her uni so i followed her to the toilet to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to take neoprint. was fun larhss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to watch the movie. jean kept telling me she wanna sleep.. and nat was so engrossed.. and we kept passing the popcorn going left and right. haha. oh yeah. we sat at the back.. and in the center. so had a nice view.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat in this order from left to right : sam, jean, me, nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. then we waited for the credits to end to watch that small part more... i was super late for my guitar lesson by then so i didn't go ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to heeren. gahs. took neoprints. TWICE. lol.. then we walked about. OH YEAH. before we left cineleisure .. bought famous amos cookies.. NICE NICE NICE. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.then by the time we went to the mrt station at wisma.. it was alr 6+ larhss!.. jean and i got off at newton then took 171 home together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i think thats all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i did cip at marina parade. that library. wtv its called. i did with hannah.. the night before she asked me if i was free and wanted to do with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went there. was fun larhs .. the librarians were nice and showed us how to shelve the books and stuff.. i love shelving the magazines. WAS SO EASY. unlike the children's books -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy. then we saw the dewy decimal system being used for the fiction books. lol...and the information books too.. apparently mrs quek was right about the skill being important.. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then i came home. and went out for dinner.. like. yeah. cuz my mum's going overseas. so had a HUGE DINNER. man i felt like exploding =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today.. hmm. nothing much YET. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro's bday is coming up soon.. gotta get him something. and yuching IM NOT A GUAIKIA OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fann's avg number of steps for a week is 8070.1. mine's 14171.1. thats because i've been going out lately while fann stays at home more yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehs. OK I'LL STOP. no wait. u know i  FINALLY got hold of young and hopeless by good charlotte. GOSH. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPY. but BORED -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-3610310833529085386?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3610310833529085386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=3610310833529085386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3610310833529085386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3610310833529085386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/opps.html' title='opps'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8343812044038735872</id><published>2007-05-28T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:23:32.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bowling</title><content type='html'>had bowling training in the morning... and like. about9.10.. charlene called me using fishy's hp. told me i'm late. YEAH RIGHT. it starts at 9.30.. and i pranked them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sent an sms. "i am at great world now".. to fishy.. and "with my mum.MUAHAHAHHA" to charlene.. well. charlene got creeped out cuz she's scared of my mum. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. training ROCKED TODAY!! YEAH IT DID. i played 3 games.. 2 of which was because i stayed back. scores are as follows : 140, 149, 123..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I KNOW ITS GOOD. STOP PRAISING ME!... hahaha kidding.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. i've to report to safra mt faber by 9 nxt mon for the friendly match against acjc.. blehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and charlene was so high today larhs.. like literally siao.. and shanice kept saying hi to me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd.. i kept saying hi to peiyi. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd.... i dunno larhs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well.. i'll help... help someone vent anger on someone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know that you're wrong but yet you still do it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know that no matter what u do u cant compensate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you copied everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you thought it was cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too bad for u.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because everyone knows what u've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you just thought it was all ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you thought it doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but too bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone knows it... you cant hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even those above you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even those just next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even those far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.. they all know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you chose this path of condemnation yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone doesn't like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;including your attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;change it. it may be for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but watch what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because everyone knows that you'v just been copying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thinking that you're oh-so-smart when you're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know its direct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know you know who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but too bad for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as said before.. everyone knows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why did you still do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you know that everyone hates you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you know nothing is going to come out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why are you wasting your time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;copying others.. cheating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why are you walking the wrong path?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm sure you did it deliberately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you cant tell me you didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;proof lies everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you know it too. its next to you. you can see it. you know what you've done. but no you won't admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8343812044038735872?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8343812044038735872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=8343812044038735872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8343812044038735872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8343812044038735872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/bowling.html' title='bowling'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-9122649784444247364</id><published>2007-05-27T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:05:11.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how i disappear</title><content type='html'>To un-explain the unforgivable,&lt;br /&gt;Drain all the blood and give the kids a show.&lt;br /&gt;By streetlight this dark night,&lt;br /&gt;A seance down below.&lt;br /&gt;There're things that I have done,&lt;br /&gt;You never should ever know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without you is how I disappear,&lt;br /&gt;And live my life alone forever now.&lt;br /&gt;And without you is how I disappear,&lt;br /&gt;And live my life alone forever now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who walks among the famous living dead,&lt;br /&gt;Drowns all the boys and girls inside your bed.&lt;br /&gt;And if you could talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if it's so,&lt;br /&gt;That all the good girls go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Well, heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That without you is how I disappear,&lt;br /&gt;And live my life alone forever now.&lt;br /&gt;And without you is how I disappear,&lt;br /&gt;And live my life alone forever now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me cry out to you?&lt;br /&gt;Words I thought I'd choke on figure out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not so with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a ghost,&lt;br /&gt;So I can't hurt you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't hurt you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, you wanna see how far down I can sink?&lt;br /&gt;Let me go, ****!&lt;br /&gt;So, you can, well now so, you can&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far away from you.&lt;br /&gt;Well now so, you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without you is how I disappear,&lt;br /&gt;And without you is how I disappear,&lt;br /&gt;(And without you is how I disappear)&lt;br /&gt;(And without you... is how.. is how)&lt;br /&gt;Forever, forever now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-9122649784444247364?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/9122649784444247364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=9122649784444247364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/9122649784444247364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/9122649784444247364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-how-i-disappear.html' title='this is how i disappear'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-3115910725465325430</id><published>2007-05-27T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:02:06.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't love you</title><content type='html'>Well, when you go&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever think&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you try to stay&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when you get back&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to find another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time that you still owe&lt;br /&gt; You're still the good-for-nothing&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;So take your gloves and get out&lt;br /&gt;Better get out&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you like I did yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired of all the needless beating&lt;br /&gt;But baby when they knock you&lt;br /&gt;Down and out&lt;br /&gt;It's where you oughta stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the blood that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;Another dollar's just another blow&lt;br /&gt;So fix your eyes and get up&lt;br /&gt;Better get up&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you like I did yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you have the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you like I loved you yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-3115910725465325430?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3115910725465325430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=3115910725465325430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3115910725465325430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3115910725465325430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-love-you.html' title='i don&apos;t love you'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-1475485254284883281</id><published>2007-05-27T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T17:55:16.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all back</title><content type='html'>Take a look at my life, all black&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my clothes, all black&lt;br /&gt;Like Johnny Cash, all black&lt;br /&gt;Like the Rolling Stones wanna paint it black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night we met, all black&lt;br /&gt;The colour of your dress, all black&lt;br /&gt;The seats in my Cadillac, all black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I could remember I dreamed in black and white&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up and the sun went down I never felt more alright&lt;br /&gt;My mother she use to tell me...Son you better get to church&lt;br /&gt;And its a dark world and the people out there and you know its only getting worse&lt;br /&gt;Never been much for weddings or anniversaries but I go to a funeral if I'm invited any day of the week&lt;br /&gt;Some people say I sound strange some say I'm not right&lt;br /&gt;But I find beauty in this world every single night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my life, all black&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my clothes, all black&lt;br /&gt;Like Johnny Cash, all black&lt;br /&gt;Like the Rolling Stones wanna paint it black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night we met, all black&lt;br /&gt;The colour of your dress, all black&lt;br /&gt;The seats in my Cadillac, all black&lt;br /&gt;I used to see red, but now just all black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down at her table at the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;She was having black coffee and a cigarette, she wasn't wearing white&lt;br /&gt;She said, people tell me that I am strange that I am not right&lt;br /&gt; The only time I feel alright is in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;I think I found the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my life, all black&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my clothes, all black&lt;br /&gt;Like Johnny Cash, all black&lt;br /&gt;Like the Rolling Stones wanna paint it black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night we met, all black&lt;br /&gt;The colour of your dress, all black&lt;br /&gt;The seats in my Cadillac, all black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember feeling so alive&lt;br /&gt;The night I look into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-1475485254284883281?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1475485254284883281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=1475485254284883281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1475485254284883281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1475485254284883281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-back.html' title='all back'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-7755185991412717319</id><published>2007-05-27T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T17:48:22.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooppss</title><content type='html'>hehs. i forgot and accidentally published the post. but nvm.. i'm too lazy to edit it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo... yesterday.. i watched pirates of the carribean.. gah. sorry shanice. sorry nat. i can always watch again and again with u guys. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. yesterday arhs... hmmm... nothing much larhs.. had tuition. then was fixing a 2k piece puzzle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. oh yeahs. i know i'm SUPER LATE TO SAY THIS. but who cares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE MS CHEONG! I'LL MISS UR FUN HISTORY LESSONS.. AND I'LL MISS YOU TOO! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[omggg. i typed so much and blogger said it cant be posted. OMG LARH SO PISSED NOW]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... and i saw ms lin on friday. LALALLA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday was boring larhs. didn't do much. had tuition. was fixing this 2k piece jigsaw ... super hard... then watched movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today went to church. melissa didn't comee. forgot why..but only remembered she cant come... and deborah was like "what? how can you remember?".. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then edelweiss was playing today.. but the last piece wasn't really .... yeah..then charmaine went to help her. deborah was like "i'm so embarrassed for her!".. LOL LARHS. SO EVIL RIGHT?!.. deborah cant even play properly lorss!!. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. then realised charmaine cant go for camp... so sad.... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyas. then after that went for art... i realised i had lost my wonderful earpiece larhs.. SO SAD. and nat sms me and said "u lost ur earpiece? so sad. i lost mine.now its ur turn". GAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... andd... it was samantha's last lesson.. sad righttt??.. i intend to go out with jean, sam and nat on tues after science.. but like.. jean said she only MIGHT go.. whyy? because she said "if i'm not going out with anyone then i'll go".. WHATTTT DOES SHE MEAN BY THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think sam said "jean said that we're closer to her than her classmates".. GAHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loll.... i got really pissed during art todayy.. like.. i was also pissed with the 3 of them... partially because i was like. tired.. and because i was sad cuz i lost my earpiece... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... before class started.. i went to visit my new classroom... i realised that.. WE FINALLY HAVE PROPER TABLES AND CHAIRS!!!! YAYYY!!.. then sam... was like.. "u guys must go early n get nice seats..".. SO SAD RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy. IVE GOT BOWLING TMRRR.. YAY.i dunno. maybe i should go eat breakfast at kim seng. but like.. its SO EARLY. but otherwise i dont hafta eattt.. gahhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but see how... if i wanna wake up.. then i will!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. and deborah.. u wanna go out too??. hehs. but this time no calculator crap kayss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really wanna go out with nat larhs. like.. she told me lets go out like. 3 years ago... OMGGGG.. ITS 3 YEARS ALREADYYY!!.. i dont care. i MUST go out with her during the holidays.. she suggested we go bowling. and i wanna bring jean and sam along.. and.. maybe i should bring fann.. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno larhss. i just GOTTA GO OUT WITH NAT!. hmm.. nat. lets go jean's house too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. ok i'll stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-7755185991412717319?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7755185991412717319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=7755185991412717319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7755185991412717319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7755185991412717319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/ooppss.html' title='ooppss'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-3436019723825993441</id><published>2007-05-27T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:50:24.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm. i know im real lazy.. thats why i'm not posting as often.. or as long.. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u know. i came online and checked my email as usual.. then i saw queenofsarcasm. i was like.. whattt?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. yeahs.. anyway.. i realised something again!! i cant go for training on the 4th!! ARGHHH. n why? well. because .. wait. rephrase. some seniors, jo and i are having a friendly match against acjc. so yeahhhhh.. but i wanna go training T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAN TRAINING. I DONT WANNA MISS ANY MOREEEEE .. GAHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. nvm. i'll stop being so crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-3436019723825993441?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3436019723825993441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=3436019723825993441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3436019723825993441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3436019723825993441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-735954709178150223</id><published>2007-05-25T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:50:53.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooooo</title><content type='html'>i can officially announce that today i have walked a total of 28,957 steps so far!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..... aiya. i'm soo super lazy to relate what happened !!! ... ok... easiest way. go to fann's blog and read.. and btw. when she left me alone. i was listening to someone go ON AND ON and it seemed like FOREVER... and that was after sch incase u didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. so... today bugged nat A WHOLE LOT. hehs. like its so funny. but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog finished.. then... its like last day of sch.. but then no. still gotta go back to sch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. well. yeah.. nothing much to say. or rather too lazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. if i bother then i wil say tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-735954709178150223?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8260247510060538757</id><published>2007-05-24T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:47:19.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>乌云在我们心里搁下一块阴影&lt;br /&gt;我聆听沉寂已久的心情&lt;br /&gt;清晰透明&lt;br /&gt;就像美丽的风景&lt;br /&gt;总在回忆里才看的清&lt;br /&gt;被伤透的心能不能够继续爱我&lt;br /&gt;我用力牵起没温度的双手&lt;br /&gt;过往温柔&lt;br /&gt;已经被时间上锁&lt;br /&gt;只剩挥散不去的难过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;缓缓飘落的枫叶像思念&lt;br /&gt;我点燃烛光温暖岁末的秋天&lt;br /&gt;极光掠夺天边&lt;br /&gt;北风掠过想你的容颜&lt;br /&gt;我把爱想成了落叶&lt;br /&gt;却换不回熟悉的那张脸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;缓缓飘落的枫叶像思念&lt;br /&gt;为何挽回要赶在冬天来之前&lt;br /&gt;爱你穿越时间&lt;br /&gt;两行来自秋末的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;让爱渗透了地面&lt;br /&gt;我要的只是你在我身边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被伤透的心能不能够继续爱我&lt;br /&gt;我用力牵起没温度的双手&lt;br /&gt;过往温柔&lt;br /&gt;已经被时间上锁&lt;br /&gt;只剩挥散不去的难过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在山腰间飘逸的红雨&lt;br /&gt;随著北风凋零&lt;br /&gt;我轻轻摇曳风铃&lt;br /&gt;想唤醒被遗弃的爱情&lt;br /&gt;雪花已铺满了地&lt;br /&gt;深怕窗外枫叶已结成冰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;海平面远方开始掩埋&lt;br /&gt;悲伤要怎么平静纯白&lt;br /&gt;我的脸上始终夹带&lt;br /&gt;淹没浅浅的无奈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你用唇语说你要离开 [情不在]&lt;br /&gt;他难过无声的留下来&lt;br /&gt;汹涌潮水&lt;br /&gt;一定明白&lt;br /&gt;不是浪而是泪海&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;转身离开&lt;br /&gt;认真说不出来 [你有话说不出来]&lt;br /&gt;海鸟跟鱼相爱&lt;br /&gt;只是一场意外&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱&lt;br /&gt;争议一直存在&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱一直存在 [回不来]&lt;br /&gt;永久真爱 竟累积成伤害&lt;br /&gt;等待经历几次伤害&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;转身离开&lt;br /&gt;认真说不出来 [你有话说不出来]&lt;br /&gt;蔚蓝的珊瑚海&lt;br /&gt;错过瞬间苍白&lt;br /&gt;当初彼此 [不够成熟坦白]&lt;br /&gt;你有我的 [不够成熟坦白]&lt;br /&gt;不应该&lt;br /&gt;热情不改 笑容隐藏不来&lt;br /&gt;爱深埋珊瑚海&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毁坏的沙碉如何重来&lt;br /&gt;有裂痕的爱怎么重盖&lt;br /&gt;只是一切&lt;br /&gt;结束太快&lt;br /&gt;你说你无法释怀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;贝壳里隐藏着什么期待&lt;br /&gt;等花儿开&lt;br /&gt;我们也已经无心再猜&lt;br /&gt;脸上海风，咸咸的爱，沉不出还有未来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;转身离开&lt;br /&gt;认真说不出来 [你有话说不出来]&lt;br /&gt;海鸟跟鱼相爱&lt;br /&gt;只是一场意外&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱&lt;br /&gt;争议一直存在&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱一直存在 [回不来]&lt;br /&gt;永久真爱 竟累积成伤害&lt;br /&gt;等待经历几次伤害&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;转身离开&lt;br /&gt;认真说不出来 [你有话说不出来]&lt;br /&gt;蔚蓝的珊瑚海&lt;br /&gt;错过瞬间苍白&lt;br /&gt;当初彼此 [不够成熟坦白]&lt;br /&gt;你有我的 [不够成熟坦白]&lt;br /&gt;不应该&lt;br /&gt;热情不改 笑容隐藏不来&lt;br /&gt;爱深埋珊瑚海&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok larhs. i know i dont like chinese and all.. but yeahh THE SONG IS NICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8260247510060538757?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8260247510060538757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=8260247510060538757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8260247510060538757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8260247510060538757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-larhs.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-1281191911812422404</id><published>2007-05-24T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:28:17.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>me? i've been doing nothing. well. kinda.. ok. highlights of MY day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;got to see some entertaining pictures..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;received another thick stack of notes n worksheets during elective module&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;managed to find a nice skin which i'm editing and i want to make that quick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thinking how to do my homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;realised that i cant go for 2 training sessions because of church camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;realised i've gotta play for children during church camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think thats about it larhs.. really boring day.. i dun wanna go to sch tmr!! u know everytime i enter the room.. i'll feel cold.. brrrggghhhh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh. anywayy... oh. i dont think i've mentioned it. but joanna and i are representing the class for that interclass chess competition thing. yeah.. well. only volunteered because of CERTAIN circumstances.. yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o yeahhh. i managed to put in minutes to midnight into my phone just now.. and... uhhh... i dunno. i cant remember!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm sure most of u know that i've got short term memory loss [STML]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... okkkk... memory isn't getting any better... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm.. noooo i cant think!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;u know what. i'll stop thinking before my mind cracks up -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-1281191911812422404?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1281191911812422404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=1281191911812422404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1281191911812422404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1281191911812422404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-3062826158213111939</id><published>2007-05-23T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:15:37.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>man. i'm so pissed. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH dont bother asking why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my fellow bowling mates. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PATRONIZE THE BOWLING BLOG ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. my supposingly-nice classmates.. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TYPE OUT UR NAME OR AT LEAST INITIALS SO WE CAN IDENTIFY WHO YOU ARE. OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE TO BAN YOU FROM TAGGING THE CLASS BLOG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. PISSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-3062826158213111939?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3062826158213111939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=3062826158213111939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3062826158213111939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3062826158213111939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/pissed_23.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-2467647152063781771</id><published>2007-05-23T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:20:25.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i've done</title><content type='html'>In this farewell&lt;br /&gt;There's no blood&lt;br /&gt;There's no alibi&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've drawn regret&lt;br /&gt;From the truth of a thousand lies&lt;br /&gt;So let mercy come and wash away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I've done &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll face myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To cross out what I've become &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erase myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let go of what I've done &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put to rest&lt;br /&gt;What you thought of me&lt;br /&gt;While I clean this slate&lt;br /&gt;With the hands of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;So let mercy come and wash away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I've done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I'll face myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To cross out what I've become &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erase myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let go of what I've done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what I've done&lt;br /&gt;I start again&lt;br /&gt;And whatever pain may come&lt;br /&gt;Today this ends&lt;br /&gt;I'm forgiving what I've done&lt;br /&gt;I'll face myself&lt;br /&gt;To cross out what I've become&lt;br /&gt;Erase myself&lt;br /&gt;And let go of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving what I've done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-2467647152063781771?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2467647152063781771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=2467647152063781771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/2467647152063781771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/2467647152063781771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-ive-done.html' title='What i&apos;ve done'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6762862738892927309</id><published>2007-05-23T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:07:58.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired!</title><content type='html'>i'm super super super tired nowww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished the first day of elective module.. spent 6 hours in the com lab looking at maps.. T_T.. MY EYES HURT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh. but it was kinda.. 'fun' and all. but really straining on the eyes... and it was super cold.. once jo and i came out we were like standing under the sun because we were so cold larhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. our recess was supposed to be at 12 - 1 but we all finished early so had extra ten minutes.. so started at 11.50 instead.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of u who dont know yet.. access the bowling blog by clicking &lt;a href="http://scbowling.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry about the class blog but i seriously dont know much. just that most of the datelines are friday.. like geog photography proj.. current affairs journal.. history test retake.. and vocab book. and also.. uhs... cant remember. but yeah u get the point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess played badminton. then played that rugrat theme song with jo. damn funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah u get the point larhs but seriously. my eyes hurt SO BADLY!! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. i still haven't complained about yesteday during art lesson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't have art. and we were trying to find a lesson for science practical because our class is behind schedule. and for home econs too but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hannah and shen-nen were trying to get the class attention then fann and i were shouting like crazy but no one bothered. and they just continued talking as tho no one was there.. ignoring us. ARGHHH. then i got so pissed i wanted to sleep. but then jean..rebecca koh.. yi an and cheryl kept talking so freaking loudly and talking crap summor. and i could hear felicia talking. goshhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i'll stop. getting pissed already -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i see u online.. be prepared for me to ask u how was ur elective module..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i bought minutes to midnight by linkin park yesterday after guitar lesson. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. kays. i'll stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6762862738892927309?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6762862738892927309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6762862738892927309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6762862738892927309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6762862738892927309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/tired.html' title='tired!'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-1418156934310880909</id><published>2007-05-22T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:16:12.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayayyayaya.. i'm having music now.. in imac lab.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just tagged yuxian's tagboard .. NICELY I HOPE... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and arhs. just now just had pe.. then fann saw her... some major... yeah... then ALMOST. i said almost .. sabo-ed her.. and she's like.. pulling my head off right now. i wouldn't say. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. she's blogging too. probably gonna say something REALLY NICE.. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. christine is drawing some stuff next to me. and teenzhen is watching some "we live in singapore" thing on youtube.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.. hmm. gonna be recess later. i wonder what i'm gonna do... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah.. i'm just super .. BORED. LOL. BORED BORED BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. just went to see what fann was doing. and ruijia tagged at her tagboard. saying how much memories she has. its archives in case you didn't know... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. i'm feeling evil...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-1418156934310880909?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1418156934310880909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=1418156934310880909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1418156934310880909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1418156934310880909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/yayayyayaya.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-4715374292128149514</id><published>2007-05-21T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:31:53.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was super.. i dunno... sad maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed my history horribly. and my partner got so much way higher than i did.. i'm so pathetic right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today lessons pretty slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowling was boring really. was real tired and all. sent charlene n natasha home.. talked crap in the car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got my bowling training schedule. its every week in the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now just really pissed and depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-4715374292128149514?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4715374292128149514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=4715374292128149514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4715374292128149514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4715374292128149514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-super.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8385512905557954052</id><published>2007-05-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:35:06.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Me to Life</title><content type='html'>how can you see into my eyes like open doors&lt;br /&gt;leading you down into my core&lt;br /&gt;where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold&lt;br /&gt;until you find it there and lead it back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Save me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call my name and save me from the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Save me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me from the nothing I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that I know what I’m without&lt;br /&gt;you can't just leave me&lt;br /&gt;breathe into me and make me&lt;strong&gt; real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Save me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call my name and save me from the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Save me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me from the nothing I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frozen inside without your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;without your love darling&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only you are the life among the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this time I can't believe I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;kept in the dark but you were there in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems&lt;br /&gt;got to open my eyes to everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;without a thought &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;without a voice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;without a soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let me die here&lt;br /&gt;there must be something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;call my name and save me from the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Save me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;save me from the nothing I’ve become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bring me to life)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bring me to life) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8385512905557954052?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8385512905557954052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=8385512905557954052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8385512905557954052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8385512905557954052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/bring-me-to-life.html' title='Bring Me to Life'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-7205673393907012869</id><published>2007-05-21T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:35:45.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vindicated</title><content type='html'>Hope dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;Like slow spinning redemption&lt;br /&gt;Winding in and winding out&lt;br /&gt;The shine of it has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And roped me in&lt;br /&gt;So, mesmerizing, so hypnotizing,&lt;br /&gt;I am captivated, I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vindicated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am selfish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I am right&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;swear&lt;/s&gt; I'm right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Swear&lt;/s&gt; I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;And I am &lt;em&gt;flawed&lt;/em&gt;, but I am cleaning up so well&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dangles on a string&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like slow spinning redemption...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-7205673393907012869?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7205673393907012869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=7205673393907012869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7205673393907012869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7205673393907012869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/vindicated.html' title='Vindicated'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-5637998221092723476</id><published>2007-05-21T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:36:37.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;and sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;everything's made to be broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-5637998221092723476?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5637998221092723476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=5637998221092723476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5637998221092723476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5637998221092723476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/iris.html' title='Iris'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-167057263288475223</id><published>2007-05-20T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:31:08.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>continue</title><content type='html'>.  cant remember where i left off. but anyway.. bowling had no one visiting!!!.. partly because of the location..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. yeah. so we watch many ppl get dunked.. and.. walked around giving slips of paper.. asking ppl to visit.. so after a while we started to slack.. then played badminton with charlene, joanna and natasha. so yeah. was funny.. then played frisbee. that.. was fun. .. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. hmmm... i think thats about it... then the jellyhearts melted.. it was.. so.. disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to clean it up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went bowling with joanna.. walked almost 1.4km from a bus stop outside singapore island country club and walked up a slope all the way in?! IT WAS SO TIRING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then by the time we reached we were dead. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. so i realised. out of the 12 hours i spent out of the house.. generally spent about.. uh.. 4+ hours with peiyi. spent.. 4+ hours with nat. and ... about... the rest of the time with jo.. which is about.. 2+ hours larhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. so today went to church.. deborah melissa and i went for jws. while evelyn charmaine edelweiss mabel.. and the rest of them went young teens.. gahhh.. so after that went for art. and met jean samantha and natalie. wanted to pon larhs. but then jean too guai liao.. haiz. and lao shi was crapping about how sad he'll be.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. then i went to watch dvd and lost track of time. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i've gotta do the geog photography thing... and history performance task. and apparently everyone doesn't know how to do it.. hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm. i better stop and do my homework..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. nataliee!! thanks for the songs. i wan summor next week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fann i know ur gonna get ur cip hours. LOL =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-167057263288475223?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/167057263288475223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=167057263288475223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/167057263288475223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/167057263288475223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/continue.html' title='continue'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-51469474061351029</id><published>2007-05-19T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:18:28.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open house</title><content type='html'>open house.. where should i start?.. hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. last night i slept atlike. 1+.. tired larhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so i woke up. and fann sent me a sms asking me to watch band perform.. so i was like.. ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to school.. then i saw my seniors. they asked me to help them carry tables. then we walked somemore and saw teenzhen. so yeah. then i carried 6 chairs ok! pain -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then anyway.. i helped to set up the stall. lol. then kept playing with the pins. lol... hmm. yeah. then i had probably almost 10 missed calls from nat. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway... the banner was.. fury.. and hard.. and.. weird.. i dont know how to describe it.. lol. then it was first shift. i wasn't on duty. so i got peiyi to follow me to the khoo auditorium to watch band perform.. but then christine followed as well. so anyway.. it was christine's shift but she wanted to watch and be late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to what i hear.. band played something.. madrigalum and el bimbo.. haha. fann said they played phantom of the opera.. dunno arhs.. but anyway. el bimbo is super nice... and band plays nice too.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... after hearing. went down to help out a bit. then went to the canteen.. and wandered around... no wait. i played monkey with kritika, clara, magdelene and hwee ting.. yeah. and i was the monkey most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to the science lab.. and helped out. super funny. peiyi, jo and i were helping out at the lava lamp thing. haha. i did so many. and my hands were all oily.. blehs.. then went for shift with peiyi. then we went down. then i tried calling charlene and nat and .. yeah... then charlene came. then nat came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then i collected the jellyhearts and left them there.. so after that... uhhh. dunno.. i wanted to watch band perform again. but then peiyi was like "who was the one who said cannot slack?".. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... i cant remember what i did... hmmm.. anyway. i bought yoghurt from natalie. my peer leader.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and helped adeline and elisa sell cards. and visited ruijia in the hall and stole sweets.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i remembered that yuching sms me -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... BOWLING IS SO FUN. BAND IS SO COOL. omg larhs.. i wanna join band. well. after much influence from my mum... but since band clashes with bowling. then no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway........ enough with the crap.. bowling had barely anyone going larhs!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too tired to type this finish.. would continue later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-51469474061351029?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/51469474061351029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/51469474061351029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/open-house.html' title='open house'/><author><name>_yourstruly</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-5325604269616353885.post-567504067903295850</id><published>2007-05-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:15:45.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>compound or mixture?</title><content type='html'>if i said i was happy, angry, pissed and sad at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would u say that its a compound.. which creates a reaction when mixed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or would u say that its a mixture? which just mixes together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. right now. i know people say its a mix of feelings but is it really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe its happening.. thats maybe why i'm asking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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mixture?'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6316243359392658487</id><published>2007-05-18T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:48:01.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you lied&lt;br /&gt;to me and yourself&lt;br /&gt;you thought everyone believed&lt;br /&gt;you pretended to be someone you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tried to fool people&lt;br /&gt;you tried many ways&lt;br /&gt;you pretended to be nice&lt;br /&gt;but then 'saved' the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were just self deceiving&lt;br /&gt;in deep remourse&lt;br /&gt;because you know that&lt;br /&gt;what you did was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were telling me&lt;br /&gt;how good you are&lt;br /&gt;and just how much&lt;br /&gt;i should praise and be thankful for who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think you should think twice&lt;br /&gt;because everyone knows that you're living a lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that you just want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;i know you just want that fame&lt;br /&gt;but then again i say&lt;br /&gt;dont lie before its too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words were meant to be said and spoke&lt;br /&gt;not to be used&lt;br /&gt;for despicable routes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think that you're 'all that'&lt;br /&gt;but you know that you're just nothing&lt;br /&gt;and still boasting in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the truth&lt;br /&gt;but why hide it away?&lt;br /&gt;when you could just show it&lt;br /&gt;and improve in some way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to hate you&lt;br /&gt;i really do&lt;br /&gt;but it was by reluctance&lt;br /&gt;that i still forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just tell you&lt;br /&gt;that i dont want to be&lt;br /&gt;a friend of someone&lt;br /&gt;who is lying to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm saying it&lt;br /&gt;indirectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever read this&lt;br /&gt;understand one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll hate you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless you change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6316243359392658487?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6316243359392658487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6316243359392658487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;To I never knew, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;I needed you so bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought i need you back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You need to let things go, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you told me so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been through hell, to break the spell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did I ever let you slip away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't stand another day without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without the feeling, I once knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry silently, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry inside of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry hopelessly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause i know i'll never forgive you ever again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry, cause you're not here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm lonely as can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause i know u'll never need myself again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could see me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would know just how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How hard I try, not to wonder why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wish I could&lt;/u&gt; believe in something new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, please somebody tell me it's not true &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never be over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did I ever let you slip away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't stand another day without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without the feeling, I once knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry silently,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry inside of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry hopelessly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i know you'll never be there ever again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry, cause you're not here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm lonely as can be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause i know that nothing changes the world again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could have you back tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could lose the pain and sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would do just anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make you see, you still &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; me&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; you just hate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry silently, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry inside of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry hopelessly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;once again i say the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry, cause you're not here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm lonely as can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and another time because you don't understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just another reminder...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry silently, I cry inside of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry hopelessly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cause I never no no never breathe your love again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and one more time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry, cause you're not here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm lonely as can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Know I'll never breathe your love again…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is just the last straw that i can stand and resist...&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/5325604269616353885-4569518547900209712?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4569518547900209712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=4569518547900209712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4569518547900209712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4569518547900209712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-said-goodbye-i-fell-apart-i-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-4390993114717904273</id><published>2007-05-18T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:07:19.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>man. i'm super super super pissed.. no not at anyone. just at. the banner. the banner that was supposed to be done yesterday. the one which left me all covered in paint. the one which is meant for bowling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. nvm. i'll just. start about today. had chinese. and we finally finished all the chapters required for first semester... then had pe. played frisbee, basketball and tug of war. most fun was frisbee and tug of war.. frisbee saw fann running about catching it and elisa throwing it far.. and me throwing it until everyone kept running about.. HAHAHAH. tug of war. we uhs.... oh yeah. it was 4 on 4. and it was funny. LOL. but the rope hurt a lot -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after that was break. dont remember doing anything then. then went science lab. tested out the 15 wtv wtv and blah blah blah. so anyway. after science was recess. then. uhh. lemme see. oh yeah. went to canteen only to do nothing. and then went for bowling meeting about our shifts. so yeah.. and peiyi was going "u know i'm the only sec2 in the second shift and all the ppl are the talkative ones?" LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that had .. uh. i cant remember.. oh. i think it was.. geog? or math? cant rmb.. oh wait. MATH. yeah. ms chan allowed us to do the cards for open house... then after that was geog.. and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. followed jo and fann to the lab because they're helping out the science thing.. yeah. then i left with the spray paint that jo's aunt brought and the banner and went down to find ppl to help me. so i tried calling teenzhen.. called charlene.. called justine.. then called nat. and u know. when i called her. she was like "oh i'm in the bus.. why?" .... "no. because im trying to find ppl to help me do the banner" .... "oh. too bad then... ".... beep.. beepp.. beeeeeppppp!!!.. UGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. ended up doing it with teenzhen and jo. then we couldn't do it in sch because they had malay. so i followed them to the.. the.. the.... the... bus and blah. we took 66. which means i could've gone home.. then i was like. doing the banner.. all alone.. and it was freaking hot. directly under the sun.. the tables and chairs were made of metal. so yeah... then i called charlene. and i sent her a picture of the banner.she was like "oh my god! its so ugly!".. WTHHHHH... HELLOOOO. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i did it for about one and a half hours.. before the security guard came and asked me to stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i sat.. on the stupid burning chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yeah. about it.. and today. fann was super sad cuz of her french horn. i wouldn't say anymore than that. but yeah.. and now i'm left to do the geog project. and sherine didn't give me her work!! UGH... and i've gotta do cards.. and... i've gotta bring my bowling ball and bag to sch.. and i'm responsible for making all the sec1's in second shift be punctual.. and i'm accountable to peiyi.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw man.. i'm still feeling super pissed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-4390993114717904273?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4390993114717904273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=4390993114717904273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4390993114717904273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4390993114717904273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-2100855711152330109</id><published>2007-05-17T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:06:38.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super bored and tired..</title><content type='html'>ok.. first. i managed to give charlene her turtle.. i got back my scissors.. OH WAIT. i stil dont have my cd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. ok. lets start from .. lets see.. nooo. i cant remember ANYTHING.. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. last night.. found out a sad/scary/freaky truth.. which was. that.. i was.. from the same. kindegarten.. a.... as...... ......... e. i dont dare say it. no hold on. i'm typing it. so fine.. same kindergarten as nat saw. AHHHHHH.ok.. i'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. its freaky ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. yeah. after that... after that SHOCKING PIECE OF NEWS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in my room. lol. no. kidding. i'll talk about.. today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly came early.. and gave charlene her turtle.. got my cd.. talked to seniors. realised another freaky thing. i was in the same class as nat just that she was in the morning session and i was in the afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. had art of speech. got scolded about the script book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was uh... english. i think.. yeah. we did.. uhh. the summary of the comprehension. then after that was break. didn't really do anything. OH WAIT. I REMEMBER! cuz we were released early for break. so jo and i brought the cloth meant for the banner and went to the gallery.. waiting in ambush to 'capture' nat. AHAHAHAHA. super funny. then we chased her about. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had music.. haiz. had to re-do our powerpoint cuz someone deleted it for us. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. went down to canteen.. and blah blah blah. was pretty boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uhs.. had.. science... then.. had lit and ce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch stayed at the spiral staircase to do banner. then jo n nat were running around with the cloth.. claimed to be testing its 'durability' .. 'strength'.. 'flexibility' and all those physical properties.. lol.. dumb larhs then i ended u helping seniors do the noticeboard.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the car. nat was in denial. too lazy to tell the whole story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we reached there. i got super thirsty. and. oh yeah. forgot to mention that i pack some stuff under my desk into my bowling bag.. so jo tortured me and took the stairs so 3 of us carried the bag down. and mind you my bag was heavy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so training we made lesser noise.. yeah.. and. thats about it. and nat, teenzhen, jo and i were talking language. nat was talking french. well. she was studying for her french test tmr. jo and teenzhen were talking malay. n i was talking english/chinese/malay/japanese ? LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sang that frog song we learnt during the japan trip last year.. that one in jap.. a cannon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then in the car it continued. and we played who what huh.. LOL. damn funny larhs... then. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think thats all. i'm just so lazy to type everything out. ugh.. ok. bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-2100855711152330109?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2100855711152330109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=2100855711152330109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/2100855711152330109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/2100855711152330109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/super-bored-and-tired.html' title='super bored and tired..'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6478007056051616164</id><published>2007-05-16T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:35:03.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long day</title><content type='html'>man. today was a really really long day... well.. at least it felt like it was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. first.. uhs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. sorry charlene! i HAD to carry the newspapers!! =X promise i'll bring it tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. after flag raising.. mrs quek announced that we've gotta clear our stuff under our desks..! i freaked because i've got LOADS of stuff underneath.. and its gonna be REAL heavy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after that had math.. number patterns again. sherine performed for us. was super super super super super lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh u know. i know its probably irrelavent to u but i just have gotta tell u.. u know. lately... well since the last time i ever mentioned. i've still been seeing nat coincidentally.. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after math was... uhh... I CANT REMEMBER.. oh wait. i remember now. gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to do forward roll.. HORRIBLE I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was repeating and repeating just because i couldn't see where i was rolling because i took off my specs.. yes i have horrible eyesight. whats worse? i saw.. or at least knew and heard that.. my senior, magdelene.. SAW.. as in. saw me. and NOT nat saw to clear your thought jo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that was break.. which we didn't really have. then it was history. by then i was seriously feeling tired already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was recess.. planned the banner for bowling.. yeah. then realised that the pictures for our bowling ball has to be both sides... haiz. so anyway... realised that i .. 'killed' nat's pen and she 'killed' mine.. same type of pen. diff colour. mine's black her's blue. no dont think i mean blue black ok!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was super broke today larhs. i spent the money from charity thing. so now i gotta pay back. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy!! ugh. after that was CE.. we did that study reflection and blah.. then had english.. did a compre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in between.. went to carry newspapers with fann.. and saw magdelene again.. writing something. dont know what larhs... and i wanted to borrow a pen... this is how it went :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : hiya! you're so nice.. lend me your pen to write down my class on the newspapers..&lt;br /&gt;magdelene : no&lt;br /&gt;her friend : i'll lend u mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started to walk away with fann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her friend : hold on! it doesn't have ink.&lt;br /&gt;me : WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;magdelene : ok la. i'll lend you mine.. but i only give you one minute..&lt;br /&gt;her friend : wah. one minute? so long!&lt;br /&gt;magdelene : nvm la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to write.. and i ended up drawing all over the newspapers.. =X.. then fann and i went back to class.. on the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fann : omg. i just realised that. ur senior was the person who was evil to me in primary school!&lt;br /&gt;me : serious?&lt;br /&gt;fann : YES. i recognise her!&lt;br /&gt;me : wahhhh! she's evil right? *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;fann : yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that... oh wait. school ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed back for the... sewing of the pencil case for home ec.. i un-did mine like.. 7 times in total! ughhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i managed to finish mine. so i bought a subway cookie from elisa again. haha... i was supposed to help fann carry somemore newspapers.. but i didn't sew it right. and was helping teen zhen also. but hers was still.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i helped ms lin clean up the place while amber and teen zhen were still doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that. fann came back up.. when i was about to wash the bleech off the bowl.. fann came back up.. and i realised that the bleech belonged to fann.. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. fann started chasing me around for my cookie.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i followed her up.. to 4th floor. cuz she has maths olympiad.. then she started telling me how 5 of her friends and her used to play catching, freeze and melt.. or something like that. then they ran away and always got scolding from the higher chinese teacher or SOMETHING LIKE THAT.. then she wanted me to follow her and attend maths olympiad with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she was like... "adeline. hold jemima captive for me while i go ask the teacher.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she went in. and adeline followed. so i just went off. then i sms her. and after her maths olympiad ended at about 5+.she sms me and told me that the teacher allowed. and i had to explain. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. at about 4.15. received a call from nat.. she was hoping.. HOPING that i was still in school and would deliver her science workbook to her?.. how wonderful eh?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then her computer was screwed. and she told me the process of making her computer work. its probably underage for most of you as its too violent to be mentioned here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. yeah. then i went out. and missed MANY calls.. bleh... sorryy! my phone was on silent and didn't hear or feel it vibrate.. SORRY O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i dunno but today felt really really really long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seniors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we mean it. we're sorry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6478007056051616164?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6478007056051616164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6478007056051616164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6478007056051616164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6478007056051616164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-day.html' title='long day'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-679169059357703142</id><published>2007-05-15T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:00:44.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed once again</title><content type='html'>well.. i'm screwed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it isn't really the ideal way to start a post but yeah. i'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to clear something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STOP ASKING ME TO TREAT YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYMORE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U CAN BORROW BUT NOT TAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY POCKET MONEY HAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALREADY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEEN CUT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DONT WANT TO POINT OUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT IM SURE U KNOW WHO YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughs. if you didn't understand that. tell me.. i'll explain every single word slowly.. and clearly.. an loudly.. until you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'll stop.. and start.. talking about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today brought my guitar to school.. initially wanted to stay back to do geog with fann then go for guitar. but the chinese opera thing was taking time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. first lesson was chinese. i forgot to bring my chinese textbook!!!!! ughs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then second lesson was... CE.. went to LT for it.. "find the extraodinary out of the ordinary"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then after that was geog... got back the test papers.. charlene.. i got higher than u.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after that. was health check up..jo and i went ahead of the class because of the bowling meeting. so after we went canteen.. and we saw shanice, peiyi and mars.. so shanice was like "you guys have only one minute left to eat".. i was like WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah u get the point. now. the depressing part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u dont agree with what i'm saying then too bad. but i'm just saying because its just what i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i know that us, the sec1 bowlers, are really really really noisy. i dont object to that. and i know that it isn't just yuxian and stephanie. i know that i also contributed. but generally.. yuxian and stephanie. u guys are the ones who start talking and make everyone talk... and i know that we have been horrible distractions to our own selves and our seniors.. even our coaches and teachers. i agree.. u know sometimes i see the teachers staring and looking because we're creating too much noise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its hard to not talk and all.. but.. we will try to at least talk softly... ... i know that we say our seniors are strict. but i agree that other cca's have seniors who are way more strict...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.. that.. well. we should like... maybe find some OTHER time to bond. not during training and create a din all over the bowling alley... u know when we train. other ppl would stare at us. because of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. our noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not trying to depress anyone or anything. but u know. i think we need to change.. its all for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not all of u know. but primary sch bowling was so much more slack.. and in sec sch is just so much more diff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. i dont want bowling to disappear. i dont want them to cancel it.. i want it to remain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care. all of u sec1s. including myself. we will all train harder and do the school proud for c divs!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if bowling extinguishes.. i'm going to have to find a new cca. WHICH I DO NOT WANT TO!. and i might have to end up joining band. no. i dont want drills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be forced to get a new cca!.. but then again. if i didn't join bowling in the first place. i wouldn't have to know this. and go through this time. where i have to think. either i try better. or i get a new cca.. of course getting a new cca is easier.. but i want to try better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want EVERYONE TO KNOW. THAT BOWLING ISNT JUST THROWING A BALL DOWN A LANE AND HITTING PINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all of u would know. but incase u didn't realise. whenever u join a cca. you'll feel attached to it. u wouldn't want to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe some of u may find this familiar.. but i find this statement true. BOWLING IS A PASSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like.. bowling is.. it is exaggeration. but BOWLING IS MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!! fann. wouldnt u say u love band?!.. LIKE HELLO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U DONT NEED ME TO KNOCK IT INTO UR HEAD THAT I LOVE BOWLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. I DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE BOWLING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND YOU CANT STOP ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though.. i've been in sc bowling for about like. almost 5 months now. it just. seems so close to me. and i dont want our team to break up just like that. just because we're noisy. just because we dont concentrate. because we dont care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i just. want to apologise to EVERYONE. especially seniors, teachers and coaches... about our bad behaviour. about how horrible we are.. i cant promise that EVERYONE OF US would change.but i know we'll try. and i know i will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SORRY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SORRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYTHING WE'VE DONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. if u want to hurl all ur insults. go ahead. i dont mind. like.. all of us did wrong and. i cant say no i'm not part of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if you found that irrelavent because u dont care but i have the urge to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me continue.. after recess.. was science. then had eng. then the opera thing.. sorry. no mood to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me just. say this. one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190%;"&gt;IM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190%;"&gt;SORRY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did i even take the time. to bother..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no one cares anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;doubt so at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish nothing of this had happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i never knew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did we have to be so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did we not learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why didn't we even TRY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but its just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-679169059357703142?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/679169059357703142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=679169059357703142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/679169059357703142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/679169059357703142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/screwed-once-again.html' title='screwed once again'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-757842573843920484</id><published>2007-05-14T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:01:50.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality</title><content type='html'>i realised how much i've changed&lt;br /&gt;even through out this short time&lt;br /&gt;realised how much i neglect things&lt;br /&gt;and wasted my time on rubbish&lt;br /&gt;i know what i need to do&lt;br /&gt;i need to change again&lt;br /&gt;to become someone&lt;br /&gt;who isn't so lost and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i'm just&lt;br /&gt;being too nice and doing unnecessary things&lt;br /&gt;i know that i'm spending too much time&lt;br /&gt;wasted on friends and things&lt;br /&gt;i need to change and not spend&lt;br /&gt;so much time wasted online doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop talking so much crap&lt;br /&gt;because my grades are going to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant spend too much time on bowling&lt;br /&gt;because it wont be my career&lt;br /&gt;i know this maybe more crap&lt;br /&gt;but i know its worth while&lt;br /&gt;understanding what i should do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still know my priorities&lt;br /&gt;but no i wont have any more best friends ever&lt;br /&gt;not now. not in future.&lt;br /&gt;why you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;because of a bad experience&lt;br /&gt;a bad experience that caused this to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too afraid to get hurt because&lt;br /&gt;of best friends.&lt;br /&gt;maybe good friends?&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;the phobia remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many things happened before&lt;br /&gt;but now i can change myself in this new school&lt;br /&gt;but then the memories wouldn't fade&lt;br /&gt;because the sad and happy times&lt;br /&gt;would always be remembered by name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could forget everything&lt;br /&gt;and start anew&lt;br /&gt;but then&lt;br /&gt;i have friends back there still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say "i dont know you"&lt;br /&gt;and say that i hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im confused&lt;br /&gt;im lost between two sides&lt;br /&gt;im losing grip&lt;br /&gt;of this reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just need time&lt;br /&gt;but too long isn't good&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just need to realise&lt;br /&gt;that yes i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly remembered&lt;br /&gt;all the times from p3 to p4&lt;br /&gt;when i had all the time in the world&lt;br /&gt;to play around and have fun&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the times&lt;br /&gt;in p5 and p6&lt;br /&gt;when i was couldn't study&lt;br /&gt;and many of you pushed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember being in japan&lt;br /&gt;and enjoying the company of close friends&lt;br /&gt;i remember getting into trouble&lt;br /&gt;because of bubble gum&lt;br /&gt;and my classmates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember being mischievous all along&lt;br /&gt;knowing that even though its wrong&lt;br /&gt;i still do it because it was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i had 'best' friends&lt;br /&gt;and that they dont last.&lt;br /&gt;maybe this school could be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that not everyone remains the same&lt;br /&gt;in fact&lt;br /&gt;most of us change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was still in p6&lt;br /&gt;i would say&lt;br /&gt;i wanna stay here forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now&lt;br /&gt;i might say&lt;br /&gt;i wanna stay in sec1 forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll change&lt;br /&gt;everyone does&lt;br /&gt;but still&lt;br /&gt;i need to have&lt;br /&gt;a reality check&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-757842573843920484?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/757842573843920484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=757842573843920484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/757842573843920484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/757842573843920484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/reality.html' title='reality'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6514775969586112879</id><published>2007-05-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:37:00.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again</title><content type='html'>today failed my 2.4 again. ugh.. i actually only ran 2.2.. then it was already 18.55.. whereas the previous time i did 2.4 in 18.55? haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. aside the failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that had the double period lit 'test'. it really wasn't much of a test. a lot of sharing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after lit was science. but mr sim wasn't in. and ms cheong came in by accident! haha.. so mr sim came in and we had science. pretty obvious eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. after science was recess.. initially wanted to carry out our health in motion plan.. but fann had drills. and so. we still cant do it. and jo and i saw that fann was slacking? but she did drills at the end of recess... .. also. during recess. shanice scared us. she said "tmr dont eat. come straight to amphi for something". then jo and i were creeped out. then jo was like 'maybe we'll do drills!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after recess was... uhhhhh... maths! yeahs. learnt number patterns. anyway.. cuz ms chan asked for our socks.. then a lot of us raised up our hands to show that we didn't bring. then ms chan was like "hohoho" then genevieve was like. MERRY CHRISTMAS!.. FUNNY LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after maths was lit. we did the question thing.. yeahs. then after that was history. man. i got so pissed during history. my group was doing hinduism.. and when we were presenting.. no one was listening. now i know how frustrated teachers get when pupils dont listen. i got especially pissed with jean and rebecca koh. the two of them were like. TALK TALK TALK TALK . worse off. rebecca had her back faced to me.. SUPER PISSED OK. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had assembly. was writing the 101 ways to get rid of nessy from the lane.. HAHAHA. then jo and i were like.. being evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that had bowling. today.. only played ONE game.. my score. wasn't.. TOO BAD.... 109.. lol... then stayed back with charlene and nat for one more game.. and charlene was listening to her ipod and kept dancing on the spot like some crazy weirdo. and she kept dropping her ipod out of her pocket then when she picked it up. her bowling ball rolled away.. HAHAHAHAHA. then after that went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the car... nat and i were talking about the report book and results.. then charlene suddenly popped up another topic - "today the game very lan. must be the lanes fault".. lol? completely out of the picture. then was talking about the counting system for o levels. yeahs. complicating. lol. then yeah. nat was super sleepy. lol. and she walks fast larhs. u know she left my house then walked out.. then i just like. went up the stairs. then i looked out the window. and saw that she was already like.. reaching the main road? SUPER FAST. nahs maybe i was just slow. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahs. thats about it. today was pretty boring.. so yeah... and fann was like. ' i need to bring my lao gong up to the LT...... i need to take care of him'.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u get the point. o btw. dun be mistaken. her lao gong is the french horn. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkz. thats.. about it i guess?.. yeah it should be. and i need to buy the cloth for the banner for bowling for open house! and i haven't finished the cards for open house... so dead..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6514775969586112879?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6514775969586112879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6514775969586112879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6514775969586112879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6514775969586112879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/again.html' title='again'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-4454987450052822661</id><published>2007-05-12T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T19:52:14.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ptd</title><content type='html'>went for parent teacher dialogue today.. was pretty horrible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u wanna know my marks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i wont be so dumb as to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure u've got ur own ways of finding out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ptd was just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. i'm not saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyy.... went to my cousin's wedding today. and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song they played at the intro was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACHELBEL'S CANNON IN D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing like crazy when i heard it. well .. but not aloud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry charlene! i really couldn't get it today.. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd.. yeahs. i cant rmb what else happened today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boring right?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-4454987450052822661?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4454987450052822661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=4454987450052822661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4454987450052822661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/4454987450052822661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/ptd.html' title='ptd'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-7829331137273183025</id><published>2007-05-11T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:49:42.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after listening to basket case so many times. i'm feeling hyper. i know its just odd and random. but i'm telling you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I FEEL HYPER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-7829331137273183025?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7829331137273183025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=7829331137273183025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7829331137273183025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7829331137273183025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-listening-to-basket-case-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-3625124822186220662</id><published>2007-05-11T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:23:30.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's getting a lil better now. jean just apologised. and also on behalf of rebecca n yian. of cuz i woudn't know if the other 2 of them mean it.. but i trust jean isn't lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just promised to get something for charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yuching is asking for bio tuition?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-3625124822186220662?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3625124822186220662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=3625124822186220662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3625124822186220662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/3625124822186220662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/lifes-getting-lil-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8995867797100107811</id><published>2007-05-11T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:53:40.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed</title><content type='html'>i just realised how screwed i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to ppl complain.. when i myself have something to complain about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to music which i dont even understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing things which i dont even know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that isnt all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm FREAKING SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO ALL THOSE PPL WHO PARTICIPATED IN THE "LETS SCREW UP JEMIMA" COMPEITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BY THE WAY. THOSE PPL WHO PARTICIPATED. IM GLAD TO TELL YOU THAT YOU'VE WON.. YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY WON THE COMPETITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO STOP IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP SCREWING ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SCREWED ENOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HEARD ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;beingscrewedisenough.noneedyoutopushmefurther.i'mreachingthelimitasfarasiknow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. tmr got my cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubt i can go bowling at night cuz everyone's busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll just stay home and sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i've got nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my life is so screwed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8995867797100107811?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8995867797100107811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=8995867797100107811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8995867797100107811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8995867797100107811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/screwed.html' title='screwed'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-7425638841709184528</id><published>2007-05-11T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:30:30.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap it</title><content type='html'>suddenly i'm thinking about 2.4 again. well partly cuz i'm aching all over now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid la.i mean like. i failed.. TWICE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.55 and 18.55. hmms. the second attempt was obviously better larhs. but if i ran this morning. its either the worst or the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst - too tired&lt;br /&gt;best - running all week n got used to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame the rain&lt;br /&gt;blame it for raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blehs. now i've gotta wait till monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd probably be slacking throughout the weekend ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably fail it the third time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm. i'll take it again until i pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-7425638841709184528?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8836956719947723393</id><published>2007-05-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:09:19.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basket case</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do you have the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To listen to me whine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About nothing and everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All at once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am one of those&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melodramatic fools&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neurotic to the bone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No doubt about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I give myself the creeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all keeps adding up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm cracking up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I just paranoid?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just stoned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grasping to control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you better hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8836956719947723393?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8836956719947723393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=8836956719947723393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8836956719947723393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8836956719947723393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/basket-case.html' title='basket case'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-2658369633297299862</id><published>2007-05-11T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T16:15:22.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>i just realised.. that i've gotta play piano for junior worship service on the 20th this month!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't practised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't even looked at what the songs are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna screw up. but yeahs i'm too lazy to practise.. ok. nvm i'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go watch these 2 videos on youtube.. super funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-K2Yi_y7Y4w&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;some song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Pachelbel's rant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. go watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also go watch stewie.. LOL. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today. chinese did compo. and i finally did a compo thats more than 2 pages.. LOL. i know i'm pathetic. no need for ya to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after chinese was... uhs.. ARGH I CANT REMEMBER?. o wait. that because chinese was double period. ok. so that means.. it was break then science. yeahs. oh yeah . during break.. joanna and charlene were slapping each other... then they were like complaining and blah. then i ended up getting slapped alternately by them ? ... dumb i know. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway then had science. yeah..  didn't screw up this time... and joanna and felicia put 7 test tubes n put in diff amounts of water and started blowing.. which made 'music' .. then fann was like. LETS DO IT. then i was like okk.. then we onli did 6 test tubes. then i made it sound like that song learnt in music.. uhs.. something like &lt;em&gt;morning shining bright..&lt;/em&gt;  then dunno dunno what...OH YEAH.RIVER OF DREAMS!. ok anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then fann wanted to change to pe in class. then she was changing n jo and i were waiting. then the prefect came to lock the classroom.. then when she saw fann changing she immediately turned away.. LOL LA. then after that jo was like. you can lock the back door first!.. i thought i already locked it?.. OH I DIDNT!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that part is redundant but nevertheless.. then when fann came out after she change. the prefect was like. why did u change?.. then fann was like. because i've got band later after school. then the prefect said. i dont think ur allowed to change now... then fann was like WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? FANN HAD TO CHANGE BACK. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superrrr funny. ok.. i wouldn't know if u got it but u should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.... after recess was home econs. yeah. i screwed up the sewing of the pencil case.. i did it THREE TIMES. and un-did it THREE TIMES. and it still isnt nice. so i'm gonna do it next weds.. blehs. anyway. then after that went back to class... i was so super blur. i didn't realise that sch ended at 12.50... i thought it was 1.40!! ARGH. I THOUGHT THERE WAS ONE MORE LESSON. until i asked rui jia that is. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was like.. huhhhh! then i didn't wanna go home yet. so i followed teen zhen. helped her tie newspapers and put them at gallery.. hand up the art work.. then went to general office to give the water bottle that was found yesterday after bowling.. then after that.. went to canteen.. then went to com lab. and it was in the com lab that i started to irrtate amanda. LOL. amanda felicia and natassia were there waiting for debate later. so i went to amanda's blog and started flooding it. then she kept deleting my tags!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. then i was playing el bimbo out loud .. then teen zhen had to go. and when she left.. her sister chased after her.. and u know. we were finding for her sister in the canteen? -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky she followed me to the com lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed back till about 2.20+ then went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. u know i was so stressed about that crappy 2.4.. then i was like. ok nvm i'll run. then this morning it rained. so i didn't have to run? well. its dumb i know.. so i'm gonna run on monday morning. blehs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i was being stressed.. and there was rebecca koh yian and jean crapping that i like hwa chong guys? HELLO. WTH IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. gosh. the moment i mention it i get so pissed. ignored jean the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’re not gonna be just a part of their game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’re not gonna be just the victims&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They’re taking our dreams and they tear them apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Til everyone’s the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve got no place to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve got nowhere to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They’d love to watch me fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They think they know it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a nightmare, a disaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s what they always said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a lost cause, not a hero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I’ll make it on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve gotta prove them wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me against the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s me against the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won’t let them change how we feel in our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’re not gonna let them control us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won’t let them shove all their thoughts in our heads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we’ll never be like them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve got no place to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve got nowhere to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They’d love to watch me fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They think they know it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a nightmare, a disaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s what they always said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a lost cause, not a hero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I’ll make it on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve gotta prove them wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's me against the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me against the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I’m sick of this waiting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come on and take your shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can spit all your insults &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nothing you say’s gonna change us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can sit there and judge me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say what you want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll never let you win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a nightmare, a disaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s what they always said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a lost cause, not a hero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I’ll make it on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me against the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a nightmare, a disaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s what they always said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a lost cause, not a hero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I’ll make it on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve gotta prove them wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They’ll never bring us down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll never fall in line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll make it on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me against the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-2658369633297299862?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6954032898878050729</id><published>2007-05-11T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T14:19:05.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in the com lab. and some crazy person who is supposed to be called amanda is standing.. uhs. behind me. she's just insane. anyway. i'm just bored. so decided to blog about nothing. so u get the point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. thats crap. i'm too lazy to blog about everything that happened today. so i'll probably do it when i get home.. at night.. some time.. long later.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6954032898878050729?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-681960228286742029</id><published>2007-05-10T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:42:28.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u know what. i just realised how super super super super super super long that was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST REMEMBER TO BREAK IT UP NEXT TIME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-681960228286742029?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/681960228286742029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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it?</title><content type='html'>had art of speech todayy. super slack! rui jia fann and i were at the back talking about band. i was like. kinda left out cuz rui jia was a band major in primary sch! COOL HUH? heh. ok i'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. after that had history. once again. everyone was dead and tired. OH YES.BEFORE I FORGET. THIS MORNING RAN 2.4 AGAIN!. i improved by exactly 3 minutes... but i still failed -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after history.. was.. uhhh. science. yeah. did the experiment and realised how horrible we were. and i screwed up at the science lab man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first. when i went to get the ethanol from mr sim at the teacher's desk.. i tripped over that pipe thing and i smashed the test tube at the bottom head onto the sink? omg larh. scared me. i thought my hand was gonna die..then after that i went to get the salt.. and i spilled it. then i turned the tap on from the back of the sink. then the water splashed all over the place.. then after that.. i went to get the detergent to wash the oil off.. then i spilled the detergent all over the sink... then after that i splashed water all over the place again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how screwed i was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. enough of that. so after science was recess.. ran another 200m with fann. so it means i ran a total of 5km in 3 days.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after recess.. was..math.. got more homework. then had geog. ms ku wasn't here. so it was super fun. cuz there was this whole group of ppl playing dare or dare. hahahaha. SUPER FUNNY MANNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that was eng. had a lot of homework.. mhmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after eng was bowling. HAHHA. today bowled relatively well larhs. wont say its too bad or too good. first game got 135.. then gt 95.. then got 142.. hehe.. i have an average of.. 124! ..not too bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i'm super tired. but yeahs. OH YES. crap. damn it. i suddenly remembered that during art of speech. i told rui jia and fann that i woud dedicate the 55th post to everyone.. one by one. but. this post is the 51 one.. it'll be REALLY LONG.. hmmm.. ok. nvm. i'll just. make this post real long by doing it now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't in any order so dont think i'm biased ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raffles :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all ex 6H classmates - thanks for making my life in p6 BEARABLE. u guys know what u did -.-&lt;br /&gt;amanda lim - thanks for being sucha niceeeee friend for.... 4 years. xD&lt;br /&gt;clarissa - hahaaa. thanks for beingg my best friend for 4 years! except the violin part =X&lt;br /&gt;sarah - thanks for being nice. even tho u were.. mean sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;rachel y. - thanks for being evil..&lt;br /&gt;tracey - dont ask why! but u pushed me to actually hand up my homework. amazing i know.&lt;br /&gt;siok ling - thx 4 being sucha.. evil but good mama.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;yu ching - thanks for being my competition since p3.. LOL..had loads of fun competing with u.. xD&lt;br /&gt;shanice - thx for making me study for the ONE test. LOL. no kidding. thx for helping me do my homework n being sucha nice friend.&lt;br /&gt;nicole - thanks for being sucha nice ah ma! super niceeee =P&lt;br /&gt;bowling mates - u guys. are super. funny!.. HAHAHA. esp alcine.. gabbie anddd sarah!. hmm sorry if i forgot u =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sc :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classmates - say i dont know ALL of u well. but its nice to know that you guys.. can be nice. and evil too -.-"&lt;br /&gt;fann - i dunno.. guess i've been sitting beside u since sch started.. but thx for being nice and crazy..&lt;br /&gt;rui jia - thx for helping me torture fann.. and making me run my 2.4 today =X&lt;br /&gt;carolyn - STOP SAYING 'shut up jemima' .. u just know that u dont wanna say it. anyway. thx for not handing up work with me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;jean - thx for talking to me almost EVERYNIGHT.. and thx for always being so .. free.. haha. u spent a lot of time talking to me xD&lt;br /&gt;qiying - thx for beinggg super nicee! otherwise i would suffer under the hands of carolyn and fann .. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;elisa - even tho ur evil. but u still pushed me on 2.4 both times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok u know what. i'm tired of thinking -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowling :&lt;br /&gt;charlene - super wacko!. nice larhs. just that u help me spend too much money... and also super hyper.. haha&lt;br /&gt;natasha - another crazy one. aiya. but still. TOO NICE. and too scary. but another person who actually suggests to help me spend money.. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;joanna - hha. always happy to compete against one.. ONE FRAME AND 10 POINTS!&lt;br /&gt;christine - hmm. not sure. u just keep telling me i hate you. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;deborah - thx A LOT for the powder... no kidding.. haha.. maybe i'm not . O_O&lt;br /&gt;yuxian - u crazy and disgusting freaky person .. thx for being another wonderful left hander. HAHAHA.. hyper. not hyper. but u seriously have too loud a voice.&lt;br /&gt;stephanie - the worst.. most disgusting. always saying that ur ass is hot?.. yeahs. but ur always crazzyy. and u dunno how to be angry! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa - dunnno!. but i know u make a good left hander. xD&lt;br /&gt;teen zhen - well.. thx for helping me in my chi homework in p5 n 6. i know its weird to say it here but yeah.. thx for following me to bowling auditions in the first place! xD&lt;br /&gt;justine - .. thx for.. uhs. letting me bug u .. sometimes . sorta. I DUNNO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. u see.. my mind is pretty blank cuz my legs ACHE!.. but yeah u get my whole point of thanking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i'll stop. this post is already as long as it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!. no. wait. i think i forgot something... ugh.. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalie - thx for skipping class with me all the time.. and also for helping me sabo jean... n thx for being so super nice for the past.......... i think.. 2 years.. or 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think thats all. HOLD ON..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samantha - thx for talking to me everytime we're early for class. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ning zhen - thx for providing masking tape =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhmm. is that all? o_O.. NO CHURCH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine - thx for always turning up..&lt;br /&gt;edelweiss - person who always wants my phone.. aiya...&lt;br /&gt;deborah -thx for.. being nice for the past... 7 years!.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;melissa - thx for being nice for the past 7 years too. but. nowadays i dont see u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats about it.. too many ppl to mention! sorry if i missed u out.. WAIT WAIT WAIT. IMPORTANT. SENIORS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shanice - nice. but then again.. sometimes look so fierce.. but still nice xD&lt;br /&gt;marissa - nice n kind!! thx for seeing me at 2.4 today =X&lt;br /&gt;peiyi - nice also! man. my seniors are all nice. haha. anyway. thx for letting me have a chance to be a statue!&lt;br /&gt;kritika - maybe i spelt ur name wrong. dunno? anyway! thx for being my ego senior who lets me compete against. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;clara - haha. love waving to ya! =P&lt;br /&gt;hwee ting - hogger!. no larhs. kidding. thx for ............... supporting all the time&lt;br /&gt;magdalene - also another person nice to wave at.. hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. too many seniors . but u guys wont be mad i know !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i'll.. stop.. i think.. BEAR WITH IT OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. ok. i'll stop. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-7011571526504701843?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7011571526504701843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=7011571526504701843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7011571526504701843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7011571526504701843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/dedicating-it.html' title='dedicating it?'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-990199895131316309</id><published>2007-05-09T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:47:35.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>noooooooooooooooo!!!!! IM GOING CRAZY SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to el bimbo for the past 1 and a half hours!! ARGH.. stupid fann. got me going crazy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. and she can tell me "oh its ok" ..?! HELLO?!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'll find a way to convert myself to normal. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-990199895131316309?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/990199895131316309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=990199895131316309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/990199895131316309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/990199895131316309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/noooooooooooooooo-im-going-crazy-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-1122112131139734129</id><published>2007-05-09T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:19:31.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored!</title><content type='html'>i'm in the com lab.. lol. and fann is  with me.. and...crapping about her el bimbo. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know. i just asked fann what happened yesterday and guess what she said? "oh. yesterday? you met this wonderful girl called fann".. LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i keep playing el bimbo to irritate her.. HA. anyway. she's like. blogging it against me. LOL. anyway anyway anyway.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. yesterday. um. contact time.. got scolding frm mrs quek. she said if we don't hand up our work then we'll have to run 3 rounds around the amphi?.. uhss.. yeah.. and if we still dont. minus one happy note each time.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. anyway. after contact time was chinese. was super slack. lao shi nice larhs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after chinese was.. pe.. ran 2.4 larhs.. mrs bowness let our class use ipod when we run. heh. but our class did worse than normal. and i failed.. like. seriously failed horribly.. 21.55???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. nvm about that. i know i cant run larhs. anyway... after that was. music. yeah. some ppl did presentations.. and.. didn't finish mine yet. then i had to do it larhs. then still haven't finish. so stayed longer for .. well. my entire recess to finish the.. the.. garage band. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after music and recess was art. super slack. lol. sherine jean fann and i were crapping.. lols. anyway. after that was history. by that time.. all of us were super tired.. esp since we did 2.4... then ms cheong asked us to stand up and massage our partners? super funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then end of sch lors. i .. cant rmb what i did. OH WAIT. i went to the com lab?. WAIT. i think i told this before.. lol. cant rmb. anyway.. went home super late. and rushed for guitar lesson. during the entire time since i was in the com lab until end of guitar lesson. had been smsing nat. weird huh? lol. anywayyyyy.. i bought raffia strings yesterday and i didn't bring it today.. dumb -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now. senior walked in. ehhhes. and she said hi junior. and i was trying to make fann jealous that my seniors were nicer than hers larhs! lol. at least. towards her. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. anyway. today.. hmmm.. during chinese today was even MORE slack. then had ce. was super dumb larhs.. oh we did that .. family collage thing. yeah. then.. science had the practical. super easy i'd say. then was playing with the pendulum. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther is the prettiest, cleverest princess. I mean, that is like, so totally true, except that someone, like, mislead Fann so she doesn't agree. But still, how could anyone think that I'm not a princess? Fann is SO deluded.&lt;br /&gt; esther suvks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;\\\\\\\&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok u know what. ignore that. some *ahem* crazy ppl just helped me screw up my thought. cuz fann asked me to watch STEWIE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. anyway.. lit today larhs.. had to run 6 rounds round amphi. yes. homework prob. anyway. after that had english. both by mrs quek so continued with the lesson. then after that was math. super slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before i came in here.. was talking to elisa adeline and fann. we were talking. then after that talked to elisa adeline and.. qiying. fann ran off to ... no idea... then she was like " i wanna listen to el bimbo!" then i suggested going to the com lab. then she was like. YES. ok so u get the point. i'm sure u guys aren't dumb. ehhhes. WATCHING STEWIE.. oh yeahs. go to youtube and search for pachebel's rant. man. that thing is super funny. about this guy and pachelbel's cannon in d. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.. its the first one on the list. HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. ok. i shall continue watching stewie. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o btw. we were watching the one going. "lois, lois, lois, lois.... mom, mom, mom, mom... mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy.. yeah. super funny. GO SEE. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now fann's asking me to watch ding fries are done.. bet its funny =p. hold on. i just watched it. IT IS FUNNY. HAHAHAHAHA. DING FRIES ARE DONE DING FRIES ARE DONE. DING FRIES ARE DONE. man super funny. just watch it for urself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew. now watching puke contest? EWWWW. lol. =P. ok larhs. i'll. stop before i keep .. typing .. and typing.. and typing.. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-1122112131139734129?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1122112131139734129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=1122112131139734129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1122112131139734129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/1122112131139734129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/bored.html' title='bored!'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8817154020726495128</id><published>2007-05-07T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:24:20.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>training</title><content type='html'>u know what. i took super long just to enter and blog. demanded by charlene. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. lets start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.. didn't go church. went for art. guess what? nat and i pon it. jean didn't dare.. then sam came late. then before that kept running away from sam's mum. lol. scary. during that time. nat and i were studying geog. then we drank coffee.. 4 cans! OMG LARHS. i got so super hyper after that. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i better stop before charlene kills me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. today.. in sch.. during flag raising. charlene gave the bowling chains. heh. ok. nvm. lol. no. wait. nvm. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. uhs. yeah. no. .... sry. kinda mentally block... uhhs.. ah yeah.. had lit. mrs quek was talking about poems.. n literary devices...  and u know.. for once. carolyn fann n i were quite? the person talking was.. QIYING! AMAZING EHS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. had..science... got to play around with the stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the next science lab was co. then charlene was sitting at that seat where the door to the centre of the whatever could be seen.. then i saw. then started being crazy.. lol ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after science was recess.. wanted to go imac. but ended up going to gym. lol. weird eh. then.. had geog. realised that the nxt 2 weeks are gonna be super stress.. cuz its gonna be last few weeks of sch? and CRAP. THERE'S THAT ELECTIVE MODULE THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after geog had lit again. then had math. then had assembly. SUPER FUNNY OK. it was storytelling. and i realised that last minute stories done by sec2's are lame but funny and entertaining. ehhhe.. like there was one about the pink pingpong ball.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. went for bowling... we were having roll-off.. scary.. hmms. so there were 20 ppl and 4 pairs of lanes.. so 5 ppl to a pair. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then first game got 119. was among the top 5 so had to change group. then after that had to change group again cuz my score dropped to 107. bleh. moved 2 groups lower T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then couldn't finish the last game. so my avg fo the 2 games were... 113. HA!. YUCHING BE JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. i dunno! i cant rmb! all i rmb.. was.. uhhh. rushing to great world to buy stuff.. treated jo and christine today... got some note from nat which btw.. isn't a good thing cuz it was.. evil. LOL. then.... all i remember after that was.. laughing.. stomach ache.. mouth aching.. hmm.. and laughing.. and laughing.. and MORE LAUGHING. OK. NOW I FEEL LIKE LAUGHING ALRDY. HARHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. oh yeah. sry charlene.. u know larhs i didn't intentionally let u drop on ur back. anyway. u also pulled me round and round. and while u fell.. i was spinning -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. hmms. oh yeah here's something which i collated using some words from the poems given by mrs quek from langston hughes .. words frm mrs quek. and one phrase from geog lesson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw this : mental constipation; discretion of reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart melodies, cloud-cloth, too-rough...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All from some load, sagging heavily down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from some dream deferred, some time keeper,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some dream unfulfilled, a fragile lie... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a dream... ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'll just stop. u know something? carolyn just called me and asked me to go online.. when i'm online alrdy? LOL&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8817154020726495128?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8817154020726495128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=8817154020726495128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8817154020726495128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8817154020726495128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/training.html' title='training'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6996807282240627070</id><published>2007-05-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:52:20.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>sry but i've just been to lazy to blog -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i know i'm super lazy larhs. no need u to tell me that.. ok. umms. yesterday added some columns for class blog. go check it if u haven't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. yesterday... my class didn't have to do 2.4!! cuz it was raining and the track was wet. HAHAHA. lol. so we'll do ours next tues.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. then.. uhs. yes.. during recess. qiying lost that napfa thing in the hall.so jo and i went with her and hannah to check if mrs bowness had it. and she did.luckily that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch.. went to j8 with fishy, stephanie and charlene. [i was about to put fishy, yuxian, stephanie and charlene.. =X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took neoprints.. and most of them had fishy's butt sticking out. LOL. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that.. charlene and i went to get bowling chains for nat, jo and ourselves... nope. you wouldn't know it. i'll just make sure u see it and get jealous. HAHA. but it seriously costs a bomb ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that went home. then arhs. ehs. watched dvd until like.. 1am.  =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up really late today.. like.. 10 .. lol. and then had tuition. then went out and ate dinner out.. so pretty boring day. surprisingly. i can fit 2 days into sucha short post ehs? HAHHA. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. i forgot to mention. HOW DISGUSTING YUXIAN AND STEPHANIE ARE. EW LARHS. SUPER SICK OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. i wouldn't spell it out for u.. just talk to them and u'll get the idea. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. tmr's sunday. and i can't wait xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. ok larhs. nothing else to add... but u know. i was thinking of changing my skin. im not crazy. as in crazy crazy.. over mcr.. nope. not now.. yes i know i'm just weird and crazy. but yeah its true... maybe i should make my own.. and stuff in pictures of all my album covers. LOL. [getting ego!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhss. okkk.. i'm going crazy. LOL.. hmm. so MAYBE. only MAYBE i'll change it. as i've said at the beginning.. IM LAZY...   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok larhhs. OH WAIT.. anyone wants more songs from my phone?.. i just added another.. about another 60 songs... which gives me 294 songs in my phone! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i WILL STOP NOW. [control.. controllll........]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... BYE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with that reluctance leaving its print behind.. -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i found an unreasonable cut &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where it affects me the most..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i saw the joy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you heard me fail...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought of this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i knew you died...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6996807282240627070?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6996807282240627070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6996807282240627070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6996807282240627070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6996807282240627070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-2377621264438551110</id><published>2007-05-03T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:56:48.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny and crazy</title><content type='html'>todayyy was just extremely funny.. and it was mostly carolyn's and fann's fault. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. they kept singing "under the sea" from the little mermaid and kept singing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is very very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anything that you adore and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whenever they got to the E part. then they'll get sooo soft.. its cuz they were unsure. until genevieve told them. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they continued that "i ________ you" thing. LOL.. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we were talking about how carolyn's hair is straight with a waveee at the side. and carolyn kept going "oh shut up jemima".. LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. and during eng today .everyone was "sabo-ing" everyone to answer questions. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during science .. as in. after school.. jo and i waited outside the staff room trying to get mr sim for 20 minutes?! .. so dumb larhs. then he was late. we were gonna have a replacement lab lesson because my class is behind practical but ahead for theory. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during the science lesson. nothing much. fann wet me. was an accident la. and.. kept asking mr sim for more filter paper cuz it was all wet. haha. then jo and i wanted to leave early. so we just asked mr sim to faster demonstrate the liquid distillation to us first. then we tasted alcohol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took about 5 times .. i couldn't taste anything. then suddenly i tasted all the 5 drops at one go! IT WAS SO .. EWWWWWWWWWWWW.. i think u get the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that rushed to bowling. jo's mum fetched us. today was jo's younger bro's bday. so cute larhs. lol.. and we got our skirts today.. dont wanna mention any further about that.. jo's mum treated me to fried rice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. then bowling today was stupid. i realised how extreme stephanie and yuxian could get.they were SO EXTREME DISGUSTING. u know they were like. "its so hot in here" and start lifting the skirt? .. oh yeah. i forgot to mention that there r shorts inside larhs. lol. and then stephanie was like "yeah. and i'm SO itchy!".. EWWW EWW EWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. enough with the sick part. then my team was so.. no offence. but pathetic.. we were the ONLY team which had to do stationary... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and vanessa, yuxian and i.. concluded that left handers are better than the right handers on our team. HAHAHAHAHA... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. so.... ehs. cant rmb what else to say..!. OH YES. after bowling. my dad was sending charlene to her grandma's house then send me home. then on the way, we saw deborah n nat in the car on our right. and saw shanice's car behind us. HAHAHA. then we all started waving like mad. even shanice's dad waved! HAHAHAHAHHA.. then i knocked my head onto charlene's head quite a few times... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... and fann.. remember the filter paper in ur science book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... uhh.. oh yes. got back my good charlotte cd. and lent nat the fall out boy infinity on high. lol. yes i know i'm crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. nat taught me some.. what do u call it arhs.. "form of encouragement".. LOL okok. i know i'm just being lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmm... ok larhs. i'm so blur now. OH YES. justine, vanessa, yuxian and stephanie formed a team for national age group. now there's 2 sec 2 and 2 sec 1 groups participating! man. just thinking about the competition within the ppl participating from sch is just bad enough. imagine others....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.. i think thats about my day. hmms. yeah. i think it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the dawn of day approaches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the day fades away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the moon rises up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and chases the light away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope is meant to remain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the next day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but if you lost your faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then try another day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;once the day is done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have to just say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that YES i have done well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and NO i didn't fail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one of the factors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that affect my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have to be my friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and of course, my plight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to change this problem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i have to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is to acknowledge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i KNOW you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-2377621264438551110?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2377621264438551110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=2377621264438551110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/2377621264438551110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/2377621264438551110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny-and-crazy.html' title='funny and crazy'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6267528379348968237</id><published>2007-05-02T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:20:09.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>need i say it? cant u see the title? i know you know what i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. SO SMART&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;IM SO HAPPY.&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;why you may ask?&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;well. its because...&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;AHEM.&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;nat's able to join the national age group now. (:&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n im so crazy now.. haha... just something to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold fast o dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For if dreams die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a broken-winged bird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That cannot fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold fast to dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For when dreams go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a barren field&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frozen with snow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Langston Hughes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your dream is&lt;br /&gt;your direction,&lt;br /&gt;Your motivation&lt;br /&gt;your inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide on a&lt;br /&gt;dream today,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will inspire you&lt;br /&gt;in quite the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream is the only&lt;br /&gt;true adventure ,&lt;br /&gt;When you have a dream&lt;br /&gt;you swim the rivers of pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose a dream&lt;br /&gt;do it now,&lt;br /&gt;When you have a dream&lt;br /&gt;you have go power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great things&lt;br /&gt;happen,&lt;br /&gt;To people who&lt;br /&gt;make them happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a dream&lt;br /&gt;your on a roll,&lt;br /&gt;Because your working&lt;br /&gt;towards a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a dream&lt;br /&gt;you are Rich,&lt;br /&gt;Without a dream&lt;br /&gt;people perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto your dream&lt;br /&gt;forever hold,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll walk on&lt;br /&gt;a carpet of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes from&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing,&lt;br /&gt;We are never more happy&lt;br /&gt;Than when we are doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you can dream&lt;br /&gt;you can do,&lt;br /&gt;There is always&lt;br /&gt;more in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who dares wins&lt;br /&gt;he who dares nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Need not hope&lt;br /&gt;for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas are worthless&lt;br /&gt;without action,&lt;br /&gt;Don't procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;be a man of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want to do&lt;br /&gt;begin it now,&lt;br /&gt;Action has a&lt;br /&gt;magic power .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the motto of&lt;br /&gt;a millionaire,&lt;br /&gt;He who has begun&lt;br /&gt;is halfway there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something special&lt;br /&gt;here for you ,&lt;br /&gt;At Gotsit dreams&lt;br /&gt;Really do come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Positivity is the&lt;br /&gt;mysterious potion,&lt;br /&gt;Positive puts you&lt;br /&gt;in control position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something positive&lt;br /&gt;about your goal,&lt;br /&gt;Do something positive&lt;br /&gt;about your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be brave be bold&lt;br /&gt;be positive,&lt;br /&gt;The rewards will be&lt;br /&gt;enormous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become a positive&lt;br /&gt;Reactor,&lt;br /&gt;Make positive thoughts&lt;br /&gt;your anchor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a positive mind set&lt;br /&gt;follow through,&lt;br /&gt;And good luck&lt;br /&gt;will follow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the&lt;br /&gt;present,&lt;br /&gt;Make something&lt;br /&gt;of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place your goal&lt;br /&gt;inside your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Water it and&lt;br /&gt;you will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you tell your mind&lt;br /&gt;what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Your mind will start making&lt;br /&gt;your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your mind&lt;br /&gt;will do,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you&lt;br /&gt;program it to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about your goal&lt;br /&gt;and you'll move towards it,&lt;br /&gt;The more you think about it&lt;br /&gt;the sooner you achieve it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be passionate about&lt;br /&gt;your goal and you'll find,&lt;br /&gt;Magic ideas will&lt;br /&gt;enter your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need&lt;br /&gt;an inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;The trick is&lt;br /&gt;self suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant a positive&lt;br /&gt;in your mind,&lt;br /&gt;All that I am is&lt;br /&gt;because of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self belief is&lt;br /&gt;your steam,&lt;br /&gt;Behind your&lt;br /&gt;dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self belief is the greatest&lt;br /&gt;blessing you can have,&lt;br /&gt;Believe you can do it&lt;br /&gt;And you'll land on a lilly pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards your goal&lt;br /&gt;continue to sail,&lt;br /&gt;And your life will be&lt;br /&gt;a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life will be full&lt;br /&gt;of Satisfaction,&lt;br /&gt;Because your in&lt;br /&gt;Control position&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your positive&lt;br /&gt;in whatever your doing,&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud has&lt;br /&gt;a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your Attitude is positive&lt;br /&gt;you make your own magic,&lt;br /&gt;Because your always&lt;br /&gt;optimistic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day gives you another chance&lt;br /&gt;to launch the dream inside of you,&lt;br /&gt;Good luck God Bless&lt;br /&gt;I'll be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;-gotsit.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6267528379348968237?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6267528379348968237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6267528379348968237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6267528379348968237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6267528379348968237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-5208771318636086363</id><published>2007-05-02T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:31:36.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broke!</title><content type='html'>yesterday went bowling with joanna at singapore island country club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bowled for about an hour and a half. then we went to play pool. hahahhaha. lol. then we went to the arcade.. in total spent probably about $30+ playing one game only.. lol. crazy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowling. we played 3 games. average about 110+ for me. highest game 130. lol. joanna highest was uhs. i think 110+. not sure. cant rmb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahs. it was weird yesterday. but so fun. but got broke... and last night. nat saw called and said her mum doesn't allow her to go for national age group.. ARGH. i dun care larhs. i'm gonna make sure that she goes. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today. this morning came kinda late to sch. stupid traffic jam. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. jo, nat and i walked to the toilet. we were finding charlene cuz she wasn't in class. and charlene was in the toilet saying she's got a stomach ache. then suddenly nat was like. needed to puke.. and nat's eyes were black like a panda. and charlene's eyes were all red like she just cried. mannn. and jo's face was just normal. and me. my cheeks were red [as usual] and my eyes were kinda black. u see the coincidential-ness? HAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised during recess that nat's eyes were swollen... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today. fann finally handed up her health booklet. and we realised i had the smallest head at birth in the group.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today during lit was about Vincent Van Gogh.. and we listened to that song "starry starry night" by Josh Groban.. lol.. and we had that air refreshening thing in class. one infront one at the back. and most of us didn't like the smell. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr gonna give mars the cheque for the national age group. lol. and charlene returned me my cds today. and nat borrowed my good morning revival.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm. okkk. i think thats about it. i'll stop here thennn. BYES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-5208771318636086363?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5208771318636086363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=5208771318636086363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5208771318636086363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/5208771318636086363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/05/broke.html' title='broke!'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6279777510765623998</id><published>2007-04-30T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:45:50.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cursed</title><content type='html'>today i got so cursed so badly ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u hadn't seen.. i had mentioned that we were choosing the doubles? yeah. so we decided to draw lots. asked fann to pick. 3 times in a row was to pair joanna and charlene. i'm sure u know what that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. asked so many ppl draw. yes. ended up the same result. recess. asked shanice. she was like. pairing me and jo up. lol. but then they would die. as in. yeah. they. hmms. then asked her to draw lots. ended up the same result as all the rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today. 8 ppl were absent. 2 ppl went home.. almost 10 ppl were sick in class. mann.. stupid sickness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. today was super slack!. like.ms cheong didn't come. mrs quek didn't teach cuz so many ppl were absent.. ms chan just gave homework.. anddd. yeah. super slack. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm. yes. now. the exciting part.. BOWLING. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually nothing much.. today everyone sucked badly . not kidding.. the best was still nat. FOUL. FOUL. FOUL. =X [hope i dont die]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. charlene seemed more sick. sooo pale larhs. jo was also kinda sick. blehs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd. uhs. fann was sick. and she had to take her pills again. and she still has that problem of swallowin it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jean is in need of bodyguards. if you would like to be one, please tell her directly.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmm. I THINK THATS ALL.. oh yes. i forgot.. aiya. i'm lazy. i'll post the picture mr sim took of fann and my salt crystals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms.. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6279777510765623998?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6279777510765623998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6279777510765623998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6279777510765623998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6279777510765623998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/04/cursed.html' title='cursed'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6301769529978374115</id><published>2007-04-29T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:18:16.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking away</title><content type='html'>I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes some people get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;When it's something I've said or done&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel there is no fun&lt;br /&gt;That's why you turn and run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I truly realise&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't wanna compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;I saw them with my own eyes spreading those lies&lt;br /&gt;And well&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live my life too many sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Not mentioning the fights i'm sorry to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;Things you say&lt;br /&gt;you're driving me away&lt;br /&gt;Whispers in the powder room&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to the games they play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd realise&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like them other guys&lt;br /&gt;Cause I saw them with my own eyes&lt;br /&gt;You should've been more wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live my life too many sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Not mentioning the fights&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6301769529978374115?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6301769529978374115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6301769529978374115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6301769529978374115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6301769529978374115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/04/walking-away.html' title='walking away'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-8697271697894438366</id><published>2007-04-29T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:34:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously tired ..</title><content type='html'>okkk. u know. i'm really tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night talked to jean on the phone till 1+AM.. yes i know its late. then i woke up so freaking early. like..... 6+. almost 7 for church service. it was combined service. they had some.. somee... somee congregational meeting thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. yesterday.. umm. nothing much happened. oh yes. i talked to joanna on the phone. surprising ehs? hahahaha. then i called charlene. then conference call. then jo accidentally hung up. then charlene a while later was like.. "i wanna go [toilet/get water].. call u back later". and guess what. she disappeared and didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. i filled up the form for our national age group. all thats missing is nat's NRIC number and our doubles line-up.. goshhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the entire day yesterday making this maths test paper for him.. i used all those old questions which ms yan gave us. u know. all those mock papers.. and enrichment worksheets? hahahaha. i know i'm so evil. and i onli marked his first section. he did.. quite ok larhs. his exam coming and my mum keeps stressing the point that i must tutor him and he must do well?. pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in church helped out with charmaine edelweiss and deborah at jws. we didn't even do anything o_o.. then before that we had a secondary division do an item. we sang that song. Not I, but Christ.. it was nice. but we were only given the song sheet last minute. n we didn't even know what song it was until they announced it. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during art today. jean larhs. so indecisive. i shan't say why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we completed our painting. hmms. i'll post it up when i've got the time. i was so bored i took a picture of my drawing. blehhhh.. and we're all not going for the trip to vivo.. whahahas. nat's first time not going for outdoor painting! hahahaha!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm. friday night i talked to charlene till about 1+AM. so u can see that i talk on the phone till really late at night everyday. well.. almost. [bad habits die hard]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i know its just a wrong statement but u get the point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during art i was so super super hyper. everyone thought i was CRAZY. wahahahahahahaha.. okk. i think i'll stop. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fann. cheer up. dont need to get so upset kays? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlene.. hope u get better SOOON. cuz talking on the phone with u is seriously hard when u got "AHHH CHOOOO" every now and then. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i think thats about it.. and i know i'm being SERIOUSLY irritating but i shall repeat myself again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE CHECK THE CLASS BLOG AND REPLY TO FANN'S QUESTION POSTED LONG LONG LONG AGO!. INCASE U CANT FIND IT. THE QUESTION IS BASICALLY JUST ASKING WHAT SONGS U WOULD LIKE TO BE PUT ON THE BLOG. AS SIMPLE AS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. before i get pissed off. i will stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byesss!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-8697271697894438366?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8697271697894438366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=8697271697894438366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8697271697894438366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/8697271697894438366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/04/seriously-tired.html' title='seriously tired ..'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-7491707187324457892</id><published>2007-04-27T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:59:14.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>painnn</title><content type='html'>u know what? my stomach hurts.. and its not cuz of napfa. but because i ate too much yesterday! ARGHHHH! STUPID PIZZA .. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. today had chinese test. i think im gonna fail it or maybe a just pass.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i had science.. we did that seperation thing. and.. fann and i created the nicest salt crystals! HA!. mr sim said he'll take a picture of it and send it to us because we wanted it so badly.. and i told him to show it off to other classes. I BET HE DIDNT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. during recess today. was talking about the national age group. was so funny. joanna, charlene, natasha and i were thinking of a group name. we thought of so many ridiculous things. then as there was a bookfair. we went there and were looking around at the book titles for 'inspiration' ... while charlene went to buy books.. and jo ended up buying memoirs of a geisha.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pointed out to jo and nat that the '60 cents for each' sign was on the piano.. so each piano was supposed to cost u 60 cents.. HAHAHAHA. then instead, they saw the fire extinguisher.. and saw the words KILL FIRE on it. so we were like.. that sounds nice.. why not let it be our group name?.. HAHAHAHAHA. and we still haven't decided our pairs for doubles..blehs.. jo says she wanna do with me. but if we do that.then nat and charlene would be like. so ke lian la. NO OFFENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess was home econs. everyone was re-ironing their pencil case. hahahah. and we bleeched it. mine turned out the best in class. and the teacher was ms lin. she was asking if i was good in art.. and said if i do the sewing part correctly. then i'll get an A grade. wahhahahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while sherine was helping fann bleech.. she accidentally splated some bleech over the table.. and she splated a dot on my uniform!!! ARGH.now there's this white patch there.. GAHHHHH.. well but its just a litte dot.. it isn't.. TOO.. bad..... .... .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahas. like. i'm so freaking boreddddd.. and oh yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE FROM 1PERSEVERANCE.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE CHECK THE CLASS BLOG FOR UPDATES AND REPLY TO FANN'S LONG POSTED QUESTION. OTHERWISE THE MUSIC COLUMN WOULD BE LEFT THERE. UNLESS YOU DONT MIND ME PUTTING MUSIC THAT FANN AND I LIKE... SO YOU HAD BETTER REPLY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think i'm done with this post for today.. hmmmm... yeah. NO WAIT. IM NOT DONE. i have yet to type about last night.. hahahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so last night i talked to charlene over the phone until.. uh.. about 11.30. we talked until we were so tired.. lol. we were talking about the rules and regulations.. and practically mostly about bowling and all. haha.. and if we attend the national age group, and if there's school, then we would get to skip school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no. i dont wanna have a big pile of work when i go back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and charlene was sooo sick. and sneezing like crazy.. she said it was cuz of her class e-newsletter.. she was using the laptop in class. or something!. but there was a lot of dust and she started sneezing. she was sneezing so horribly. like every few seconds.. "AHHHH CHOOOOOOO!" .. so u get the point larhs. u ppl from co had better appreciate that.. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i think i can stop now. oh wait...u know. fann's like. so paranoid.. so pissed.. because she cant play the high  A note on the french horn.. haiz. she's so desperate to play the french horn instead of the trumpet..  u knoww. she's been talking about the french horn all day long!. hope she gets in .. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. now i think i can stop.. no wait. i'm CERTAIN that i can stop now.. HAHAHAHA. okayyy. BYES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-7491707187324457892?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7491707187324457892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=7491707187324457892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7491707187324457892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7491707187324457892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/04/painnn.html' title='painnn'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-7424291211835133613</id><published>2007-04-26T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:42:27.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyper!!</title><content type='html'>hyper! i know its weird.. that after having napfa.. and even after having bowling.. and even after running about the entire day.. i'm not tired.. but in fact.. I AM HYPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.. before i forget.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEL YEO!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. yesterday.. uhs.. i cant really remember about what happened much. but i remember finding natasha's handphone under my dad's car's seat.. hmm.. yeah.. and.. i cant remember! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i think it was.. tuesday night... carolyn called me. LOL. and i couldn't recognise her voice.. i named so many people .. until i realised. how crazy she was. and i realised. that it could only mean one person.. HAHAHAHAHA.. and i never knew that she was more crazy over the phone than in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. u know. yesterday during science. we were playing .. ok. experimenting with the sulphur and the iron fillings.. hahahah. had fun playing with their magnetism. LOL.. then we also burnt the magnesium ribbon. was soooo bright larhs!. as u know. fann is scared of lighting the match. so i had to do it. mann. and we also burnt the mixture of sulphur and iron filings .. it turned all .. blacky blacky.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was raining in the morning... then on my way to class.. while dragging my bowling bag that is... i met charlene, joanna, christine, teen zhen and vanessa.. they were bringing their bags to the locker room. and charlene was like "come come. put it in the locker room" .. "but i wanna put my bag in class first la".. "aiya. nevermind lar.. just come. just come. "... you get the picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we stayed there looking at.. uhs. i cant remember. i think it was the pe notice board? then we walked back. and saw nat walking towards the locker room.. in other words. towards us .. so then i passed her her handphone then continued walking. barely walking 10 metres later... running foot steps could be heard.. guess who it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES UR SO SMART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know that was unnecessary and that it was lame but who cares?! .. so yeah. then we walk walk walk .. until we reached class.. then in class.. we didn't say the pledge. so when fann and i were about to leave class for art of speech [first lesson] .. then we stood there and just said the pledge before quickly leaving ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. before that. in class. there were some girls from 1co.. they came and asked "can we move your newspapers somewhere else? because our stack is much more and we got no space. your stack is so little. it doesn't matter" .. OMG LARH. SO INSULTING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in class..i was laughing like a maniac. i was seriously crazy.. laughing for no reason. just kept laughing and laughing!! .. i laughed until i cried.. LOL.. i made carolyn laugh too. and genevieve was soooo high too! and we were both laughing like MAD PEOPLE. just that i'm worse la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during recess today. walked to the gym. wasn't open. walked to the hall. had people. so we decided to go to the imac lab.. wahahas.. we slacked. we initially wanted to go work out and practise for napfa. but we SLACKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during geog today. was falling asleep. it was so boring and dry. man.. but the lesson after that was english.. so mrs quek was going through the vocab book. and she ended up talking about all her dogs. she's got 4.. they sound soooo cuteee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she might allow us to go to her house for a class party.. WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school went to the gym to do napfa sit ups.. i did 30 .. which was a borderline A.. haha.. so . uhs. 7 of us.. yeah. we went up to the hall to do the other 4 items.. after that. followed joanna and christine to jo's mum's car. she fetched us to singapore poly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way out of the gate. we saw our senior! we asked her if she wanted a ride. so she agreed and hopped on. haha. then once we reached sp... at the round-about.. we saw the car infront of us.. if u were smart enough. u would be able to guess who.. we took quite some time unloading our bags off the car. so then christine was hungry and wanted to eat. so ordered seafood fried rice.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowling was EXTREMELY FUN TODAY! man. it was so funny. and it was so fun. and it was so.. soo.. SO FUN. LOL. well. i wouldn't relate the entire story to u. but here's the outline.. we practised pin 10. i had to do 7 because i'm left handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then halfway through.. the other 5 sec1's [teen zhen, vanessa, stephanie, yuxian and justine]arrived... then they were on lane 3 and 4. on lane 5 and 6 were the sec3 and some sec2. lane 7 and 8 were the sec2. and lane 9 and 10 were the rest of the sec1. oh yeahs. there are only 10 lanes in sp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then uncle richard asked us to just hit pin 7 or 10 . then once we hit. we can sit down. otherwise we'll keep standing and going until we hit.. after we completed that. he added the pins infront one by one. soon enough. we were to hit the front 4 pins. then we were asked to play this game called 7 up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. most of u know 7 up as that game where u say all the numbers and u avoid numbers with 7 and the multiples of 7.. but in this case. it was to hit at least 7 pins.. haha.. it was simple. first. we would each send out one player to bowl. it'll be alternate turns within the 2 groups. then each time someone hits at least 7 pins. 1 would be added to 'the air' .. so then each time we hit lesser than 7 pins.. 1 point would be added. each time we go to the gutter. we would get 2 points. once u reach 7 points. u would lose.. and when u miss, whether lesser than 7 pins or gutter, we would have to add the points that are in 'the air' plus the points u get for missing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since i've explained the game. now i'll tell u what happened.. we played a total of 8 times.. the seniors won 6 - 2.. they're sec2 OK! o yeah. i forgot to say. um. lane 3 and 4 against lane 5 and 6. lane 7 and 8 against 9 and 10. so u got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that. we proceeded to playing a game. it was to key in only ONE player. that player represented the group. so we had to come up with a group name. then we would take turns playing one frame each. once the cycle is done. we would restart the line up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we played and played. obviously we were gonna lose to the sec2. so we just aimed to improve each game. and guess what? we achieved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the seniors were like. strike strike spare. blah blah blah. and we were like.. much worse. well. we didn't lose out so badly on the next 2 games... we exercised good sportsmanship... and we also exerised good teamwork. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to add.. I FOUND PEOPLE TO JOIN NATIONAL AGE GROUP BOWLING COMPETITION WITH ME!. u know larhs. joanna is of course volunteered the first! then. i asked charlene. she was like " i suck i suck larh. u sure or not? i'm so lan. duwan larh" .. LOL and guess what? GOT HER TO JOIN THE COMPETITON!! WOOOOOO!!!.. yeah. and also nat. hahahahs. mann. then like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat : i wanna join&lt;br /&gt;me : join la&lt;br /&gt;charlene : i'll join if nat joins&lt;br /&gt;nat : i'll quit if charlene doesn't join&lt;br /&gt;charlene : ok la! i'll join la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL U GET THE POINT?!. well. not sure if its correct. but its about there la. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm at home.. sitting down. typing this for u to read. well.. i'm just so hyper!haahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u know. the science part. and the national age group competition thing. was added. just added. at 10.25pm.. lol. so u ight find it a little awkward. lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-7424291211835133613?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7424291211835133613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=7424291211835133613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7424291211835133613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/7424291211835133613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/04/hyper.html' title='hyper!!'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6760427863591139578</id><published>2007-04-24T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:25:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still tired</title><content type='html'>mann. i'm still so tired.. this morning i woke up at 6.. i smsed jean to remindher stuff.. haha..i went back to sleep and woke up at 6.30. then i realised i lost my thumbdrive somewhere!! then i searched for half an hour.. and i gave up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to school... during chinese.. lao shi was like "bu zhi dao ni men shi bu shi bu xi huan hua wen.. hai shi ying wei hua wen shi di yi ke.. suo yi ni men dou hao xiang yao shui le" .. LOL.. cuz my class chinese is all first period .. so sad right?.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after chinese i had pe.. we ran 6 rounds around the hall.. lol. joanna and i sprinted it all. and i dunno why she ran an extra round but yeah.. after that we did the 5 static items... well.. practise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then fann and i went back to class.. only to realise that i left my watch on the sit and reach thing.. argh. so since the following lesson would be music.. we just took all our stuff and went to the hall.. then to the imac lab.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during music .. the class video was so screwed up. the file was meant for windows media player.. and isn't compatible with mac.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was recess. so fann and i went to change into blue uni for photo taking.. then helped teen zhen carry newspapers to gallery 1... then we went to the canteen. and ate mee pok. but we were late for photo taking .. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after recess was.. art... our class has EIGHT representatives going for that evening by the pond thing for open house... GOOD RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. after art was history.. then it was.. uhs... i think it was end of school.. LOL.. yeah it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to eat in the canteen before the science UNSW started. and we were late.got scolded by a few teachers. well. almost half of the sec1s were late.. blehs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found the science .. ok larhs. most of the questions were easy.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that went home.. then rushed for guitar class. and my bro tagged along. and i bought good charlotte's good morning revival and avril's the best damn thing.. wahhhasss... then we missed 3 mrts.. cuz it was all so freaking full.. then when we finally got onto one. we went to the bus stop after dropping off. then 171 was full.. they didn't even STOP.. geez. then we waited.. second one was also full.. finaly we got onto the third one. and it was SO LATE. it was almost 6.30pm!!! got so mad. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. here i am. sitting down.. after such a tiring day. reflecting on how i should have a chauffer to avoid being so tired.. haiz.. LOL LOL LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6760427863591139578?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6760427863591139578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6760427863591139578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6760427863591139578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6760427863591139578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-tired.html' title='still tired'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325604269616353885.post-6846780008729478360</id><published>2007-04-23T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:04:04.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>im so extremely tired today man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during bowling today was so crappy. i bowled so horribly.so horrible that even charlene got higher than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuxian, stephanie, charlene, nat and i stayed back to bowl one more game each.. and i did so terribly.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we were supposed to play 3 games of trial roll off.. but we only managed to play 1 and a half.. because we and 9 ppl. [justine and deborah went for ACM] .. so then for the first and only complete game. i got second highest. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i played like shit after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. enough of my crappy bowling... oh yeah. i realised that charlene and nat take a LONG TIME to buy things.. u know we went to great world to buy food. then we were the first there.. but we went back the LAST.. amazing isn't it? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yeah. i forgot to mention that today i took a cab with charlene and nat to kim seng . LOL. i dunno why but i had to mention that. and my dad sent charlene to the hwa chong bus stop after bowling. and nat followed me home where she walked out to .. i dunno where she walked to la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. I'VE JUST COMPLETED THE CLASS VIDEO... im gonna save it on my thumbdrive and ask mrs goh tmr during music if im allowed to play it for everyone to see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. bowling was pretty peaceful.. *hint*hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. in the car on the way back from bowling. charlene nat and i talked so much crap. nat and i kept... hi-fiving.. if thats how u call it.. but u get the point. and i realised that my chinese isn't the only horrible one.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today during assembly i had to act as the.. customer.. in the story of memoirs of the geisha. like.. ew larhs. it was so last minute ok. felicia and cheryl were like "go act la .. go act!" .. i was like. act what?. then only when we went out to practise before our turn. i realised.. ARGH. doesn't matter larhs. i did an easy part. which is to just sit there. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i also found out that ms chan has the same hanyu pinyin chinese name as jean.haha.. oh yes. the teacher taking me for parent teacher dialogue is ms chan..haha.. okk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats about it.. the summary of my day... oh yeah.. i've got napfa on thursday. and after that i still have bowling.. well i wanna go bowling but i'd be so tired then.. who cares. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr there's pe.. heard that for pe tmr we're running 2.4km. blehs. like.. who bothers to ... so tiring one... oh.. today during recess. followed fann to go to the hall.. we wanted to practise the 5 items initially. but then the items were removed. so we went to the gym. it was locked. so then we were about to head to the canteen where we met mrs bowness. she said she'll unlock the gym for us. haha.. so then we worked out for about 10 minutes before running to the canteen and eating. and in the canteen. we met shanice,charlene,deborah,nat and.. i cant remember. but i think thats all. so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i think thats about it. like. REALLY REALLY end of it.. haha. i'll stop before i make this post EXTREMELY LONG. which of cause.. it already is. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325604269616353885-6846780008729478360?l=millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6846780008729478360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325604269616353885&amp;postID=6846780008729478360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6846780008729478360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325604269616353885/posts/default/6846780008729478360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millions-of-reasons.blogspot.com/2007/04/tired_23.html' title='tired'/><author><name>_yourstruly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
