<?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-8620544</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:19:10.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish nuggets.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112205359891311019</id><published>2005-07-23T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T01:33:18.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failure to comply.</title><content type='html'>i'm tired. it's 1.11am and  i wore a fucking sari for the racial harmony celebration. HAHA. yes i wore it cos i hoped that that person would come. but fuck the person didnt come anyway wearing the sari was ok just that it was kind off long and i had trouble to move and during the mass dance when they were doing the fusion dance i had only one hand to do the hand movements and the other somewhere down there pulling the sari. it was quite a sight to see ME in a sari. but what the heck. it was for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my school hates me, my school's P and VPs hates me. it's ok, i hate them too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112205359891311019?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112205359891311019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112205359891311019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112205359891311019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112205359891311019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/failure-to-comply.html' title='failure to comply.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112196379840198509</id><published>2005-07-21T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T00:36:38.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>false allegations.</title><content type='html'>marrissa's not wearing a bra damnit! this is so DTEH. and she has like no nipples la. what the fuck. this is so horny. -_-" anyway i've collected donations in like a period of 2 hours i collected $98. damnn i'm good. HAHA. i'm watching THE O.C. and i think LOST. sucks. Marrissa's so skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was ok. school was ok.. it was odd, accounts was bad i had a test and thruout the test, i was just looking ouut the fucking window. HEH. i was looking at people doing p.e. :) and yeah. after school went to see miss goh. and she's like damn angry at me and someone else. miss goh's mean. i know what she is thinking. anyway, suprisingly the rest of theday i was messaging tingxi. :D  until like 10.30 she went to sleep maybe. and i'll wear the sari if she comes for the danceathon tomorrow. :D hahaha. but that's provided the bavani really brings la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now watching one tree hill. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i've gotta bring the chocolate for  valarie koh tomorrow. she wants. :) anyway today was nice la. i kept talking to that person today. i cant believe i like that person again. but then that person is really good looking and smart and cool. and funny. though that person does make me feel stupid. i think that person rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love THAT person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-8620544.post-112187160916796832</id><published>2005-07-20T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:00:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long astoria</title><content type='html'>When I said go I never meant away&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know the freaky games we play&lt;br /&gt;could you forgive and learn how to forget&lt;br /&gt;hear me as I'm calling out your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firefly come back to me&lt;br /&gt;make the night as bright as day&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking out for you&lt;br /&gt;tell me that your lonely too&lt;br /&gt;firefly come lead me on&lt;br /&gt;follow you into the sun&lt;br /&gt;that's the way it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;firefly come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;we shared a mystery&lt;br /&gt;we were so close&lt;br /&gt;like honey to the bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you tell me how to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm minor in a major kinda way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firefly come back to me&lt;br /&gt;the night as bright as day&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking out for you&lt;br /&gt;tell me that your lonely too&lt;br /&gt;firefly come lead me on&lt;br /&gt;follow you into the sun&lt;br /&gt;that's the way it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;firefly come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly firefly through the sky&lt;br /&gt;come and play with my desire&lt;br /&gt;don't be long don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait another night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a*teens. nice song. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112187160916796832?l=andthatswhatyousaid.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-8620544.post-112186677646177784</id><published>2005-07-20T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:41:41.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a full masterpiece.</title><content type='html'>actually. i think i want to pon school tomorrow. ahh fuck. but my mother would NEVER let me pon. wtf la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway. i feel retarded. i sent to that to someone. and it wasn't meant for that someone, but that's how i feel about that someone. but i told that someone, sorry i sent to the wrong person. and now i think that person thinks i like someone else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112186677646177784?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112186677646177784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112186677646177784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112186677646177784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112186677646177784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/full-masterpiece.html' title='a full masterpiece.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112161639818542310</id><published>2005-07-18T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:06:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate real estate agents</title><content type='html'>what the fuck la. i'm like pissing the fuck out of myself. i'm damn fucking curious who the fuck that motherfucker is la. but if i ask, then she's prolly thing i'm one sick fucker. and then come to think of it, she may never fucking care. so i shouldnt fucking like her or whatever la. anyway. there's this thing. my sister screwed the fucking computer. BUT FUCK. that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO FUCKING DEVASTATED. i dont want to go to fucking school. i dont want to see that fucking. what it is. i'll sleep at 3. i fucking hate myselff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING GWENDOLYN FUCK WEE FUCK EE FUCK WEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a nice fucking name. I HATE THAT FUCKING. as much as i fucking love you, but i fucking hate you for the times you make me cry. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK IT ALL. i dont need you. i just want you. FUCK IT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112161639818542310?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112161639818542310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112161639818542310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112161639818542310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112161639818542310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-real-estate-agents.html' title='i hate real estate agents'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112161100418151245</id><published>2005-07-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:39:23.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you love the real estate agent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*music: she spider, mew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that song. but i love you more. :\ HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold on little girl&lt;br /&gt;Show me what he's done to you&lt;br /&gt;Stand up little girl&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart can't be that bad&lt;br /&gt;When it's through, it's through&lt;br /&gt;Fate will twist the both of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So come on baby come on over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me be the one to show you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep inside i hope you feel it too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;br /&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build up your confidence&lt;br /&gt;So you can be on top for once&lt;br /&gt;Wake up who cares about&lt;br /&gt;Little boys that talk too much&lt;br /&gt;I seen it all go down&lt;br /&gt;Your game of love was all rained out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So come on baby, come on over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me be the one to hold you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside i hope you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why be alone when we can be together baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can make my life worthwhile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i can make you start to smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112161100418151245?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112161100418151245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112161100418151245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was going home last night, when i sat in joanne's cab that song was played on air. and with it, it made me think about you. &lt;strong&gt;you always make me cry&lt;/strong&gt;. but i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112156890962890421?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112156890962890421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112156890962890421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112156890962890421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112156890962890421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/galvenized.html' title='galvenized'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112153401658593755</id><published>2005-07-17T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T01:13:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tenacity</title><content type='html'>i'm surfing for tattoo shops in THE SUNNY ISLAND OF SINGAPORE. i want a tattoo. for fun. :) chess says shes getting one at the end of the year. lots of things happened on friday. went to mandarin hotel. stayed there at about 10 went to cine to find food ate abit satat yoshi talked to jeremy, kenny, leon tay, victoria, soon leng, ra, maryanne, joanne and fangzi. then after that all of us except victoria and soon leng went to orchard tower. went to see transvestites. HAHA.  was fucking funny how they flirted with the men. and then at 2.45 got kicked out of the fucking hotel. damnn pissed. then, ra, fz, jo, me, jeremy leon tay went to ailin's house t crash. :D today alin had a party i felt out so i went home. HOHO. anyway, tingxi had a concert today, it was so bad! i wanted ask her out.. i wanted to watch as welll, but i went late. L :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112153401658593755?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112153401658593755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112153401658593755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112153401658593755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112153401658593755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/tenacity.html' title='tenacity'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112146007104325713</id><published>2005-07-16T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T04:45:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ceremonial liabilities.</title><content type='html'>whatever the fuck is, i hate RITA. whatever the fuck her surname. kicked us out of the fucking hotel. she thinks shes damn big la. what the fuck la! anyway. jeremy is fucking cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE. __.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;oooh...&lt;br /&gt;she so horny&lt;br /&gt;she tried to get on me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&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/8620544-112146007104325713?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112146007104325713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112146007104325713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112146007104325713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112146007104325713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/ceremonial-liabilities.html' title='ceremonial liabilities.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112110506910681052</id><published>2005-07-12T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T02:04:29.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>televised cremations.</title><content type='html'>i hate memories. i love cutting myself. and there's no way i'm gonna stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;even if the world wasn't against me; i'll make it be against me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112110506910681052?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112110506910681052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112110506910681052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112110506910681052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112110506910681052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/televised-cremations.html' title='televised cremations.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112109584699632154</id><published>2005-07-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:30:47.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solvents</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can i be your shadow, the one that follows you around? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can i be your guardian angel the one who can make you feel safe and sound? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll be everything you want me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;will you be there the way i'll be there for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just wished you could have loved me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOMPH. and there i was, i'm so cool and all. ah dang! gonna steal that dvd watch it everyday. and pause it at the particular moment. i'm so screwed up. (ps. paris hilton's song, screwed is literally SCREWED) anyhows i hate school. it's so unCOOl. i want to study abroad. no, i want to go to school but i dont want to study and do those nonsense things like what they call it.. ermm.. housework? ahh! nono. not house work. HOMEWORK. those son of guns. shot me in my damn foot. oh wells. i traded phone with joanne. i dont know why. and tomorrow. i'm gonna change with RAVINDER. heehee. :) did i mention i went home with hannah foong. OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, what the dang was i doing?!! HOHO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112109584699632154?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112109584699632154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112109584699632154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112109584699632154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112109584699632154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/solvents.html' title='solvents'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112100826557210763</id><published>2005-07-10T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:11:05.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>digression.</title><content type='html'>i'm too tired to go to school tomorrow. well, what the fuck. it's the day that guy wants to see me, errr. what's his name? mr fuck! yeah! mr fuck. eh.. no.. mr tan. ah wells. sound the fucking same. anyway my dad kept scolding the maid today. telling her she was fucked up, but damnit it's true. anyway i feel bad for saying. "fuck" anyhow anyday. i used to like to say fuck(HAHA), but now i'll stop. tsk. when you say it, it's ok. but then when you hear it, it's another thing. yeah. totally agree with T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112100826557210763?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112100826557210763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112100826557210763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112100826557210763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112100826557210763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/digression.html' title='digression.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112099571505182328</id><published>2005-07-10T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:41:55.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beaten to pulp in Russia.</title><content type='html'>i'm very very tired. training was tiring. and i went to the gym before that, or maybe it's just that i went to the gym to work therefore i was tired at training. whatever it is. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;btw, Stacy has 2001 admirers! HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want food, i want anastasia myskina, i want amelie mauresmo, i want emilie loit. i want T. i want S. i want T. i want S. so stupid right. i want so many things. SPOILT LA. fuck you. bubbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sony ericsson k750! soon you will be MINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112099571505182328?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112099571505182328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112099571505182328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112099571505182328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112099571505182328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/beaten-to-pulp-in-russia.html' title='beaten to pulp in Russia.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112092560855917623</id><published>2005-07-09T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:13:28.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aids in digestion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i like the way you touch me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flick my ear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and call me darling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but all that doesnt mean anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was towning between 1.30 to 8pm. I'M FUCKING TIRED. :( i can see myself with LONGer hair in 4-5 months time. HEEHEE. i've got a fucking ulcer in my mouth. i want food. but it hurts so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want you to notice me, know something that not many know. engraved in blood is your name on my arm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112092560855917623?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112092560855917623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112092560855917623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112092560855917623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112092560855917623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/aids-in-digestion.html' title='aids in digestion!'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112084690057992445</id><published>2005-07-09T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T02:21:40.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncanny repetitions.</title><content type='html'>hello fucktards who still actually bother reading this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is 2.20am. and i'm cheebye tired. i can like just fall asleep now. and i cant believe it's a friday. like i had a party on a friday. yippie. i'm feeling very dteh. HAHA yes. i was taught how to spell dteh. GOD BLESS ME. and i wore a pink long sleeve shirt and white pants. but too bad the top's stained cos of the makeup. (O.0) i'm falling asleep. gd night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO TANNY( if she passes by):&lt;br /&gt;so now you think you REAL ESTATE AGENT LA??!?!? wahaha. treat me to coffee la.. it's like peanuts to your pay. ;) LOVES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112084690057992445?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112084690057992445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112084690057992445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112084690057992445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112084690057992445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/uncanny-repetitions.html' title='uncanny repetitions.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112064972613328447</id><published>2005-07-06T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:35:26.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go paris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since moscow's out of the IOC bid.. SIGH. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112064972613328447?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112064972613328447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112064972613328447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112064972613328447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112064972613328447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/go-paris-since-moscows-out-of-ioc-bid.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112064968923260610</id><published>2005-07-06T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:34:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go paris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since moscow's already out. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112064968923260610?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112064968923260610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112064968923260610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112064968923260610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112064968923260610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/go-paris-since-moscows-already-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112063991727600010</id><published>2005-07-06T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:51:57.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 pints of lager.</title><content type='html'>i caught you um-smiling! ( it was adapted from um-chioing) you were um-smiling at me you bitch!! :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112063991727600010?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112063991727600010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112063991727600010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112063991727600010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112063991727600010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/3-pints-of-lager.html' title='3 pints of lager.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112057416229564704</id><published>2005-07-05T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:36:02.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why does the world do this to me?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>the guy i am "in love" with is fucking gay! :(((( not that he cant be gay. but i like him. tsk. NEH-MIND. like he will like me like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112057416229564704?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112057416229564704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112057416229564704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112057416229564704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112057416229564704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-does-world-do-this-to-me.html' title='why does the world do this to me?!?!?!'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112055665648464271</id><published>2005-07-05T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:44:16.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>submission to the vision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YONEKURA KANAKO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not into top players. day in day out they are always in the finalss. see until sian! know all their strokes.  tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i lied when i said i hated you. You are so nice, i feel like you are misunderstood by the other people. I wished you liked me the way i liked you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112055665648464271?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112055665648464271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112055665648464271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112055665648464271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112055665648464271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/submission-to-vision.html' title='submission to the vision.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112030924753208691</id><published>2005-07-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:00:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a disorder. i get fanatical over players and real obsessed during like the competition period. well that's cos i go and see them live and all. sigh. i love Yonekura Kanako la! i dont want her to retire yet! so wasted! I NEVER GOT TO SEE HER PLAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112030924753208691?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112030924753208691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112030924753208691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112030924753208691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112030924753208691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-disorder.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112024008957052454</id><published>2005-07-02T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:48:09.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;we are all criminals of something sinister.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112024008957052454?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112024008957052454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112024008957052454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112024008957052454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112024008957052454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-are-all-criminals-of-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-112004778285016935</id><published>2005-06-29T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:23:02.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>declaration for independence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my dream guy would be some one like. _ _. too bad he's attached to someone too good for him.&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;you know, i see people "suffering" everyday well fine that's if you deem break ups suffering la. but then those people they look so poor thing and then you want to comfort and console them but then i think by doing that and telling them things they want to hear isn't going to help. i think they should like really face it la. listen to an outsider and they'd figure why it didnt work out at all. anyway they are like in secondary and school and they are like, " YOU are the only one i need." or,"YOU are the only one i ever want/wanted." or," i love YOU forever." then there's, "i love you." sadly, i think ," i love you has already long lost it's meaning." you hear people saying, " i love you" every 10minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you wish there was another door to take away your pain and regret, why didnt you open the door that lead to me? i swear i was there for you, i was willing to give in to you. you could have everything that i was able  to give you, you could have abused me you could misused me, you could have taken everything out on me. i could have been your toy. i didn't mind. i really didn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-112004778285016935?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112004778285016935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=112004778285016935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112004778285016935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/112004778285016935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/declaration-for-independence.html' title='declaration for independence.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111994454108686551</id><published>2005-06-28T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T15:42:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration for celibation.</title><content type='html'>ok. i thought of this title when i came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm damn happy! anastasia myskina beat elena dementieva 1-6,7-6,7-5 last night!!! and that means lena must have treated nastya to pizza last night! hahaha! i love nastya! ANASTASIA MYSKINA ROCKS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my maid sucks. she's a bitch. i dont fucking care.  anyway, block party's such a cute band. ;)  good charlotte's mysteriously hot. i'm so into guys now. hmmm. correction. into cute guys like n__ and r___ and alot more la. and that's bad. but i dont why. i think they are damn cute and i'm damn ugh to tell maryanne and ravinder that i had a crush on n__ and then they keep teasing me, but he is really cute!! oh wells. school sucks. i cant find my math book1. so DIE GWEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i never knew what all this meant, i never knew how one could feel this way.  maybe, it's time i figured that what i had for you was NOTHING. but i dont understand how you made me feel then. even when i see you now, i still feel. though i dont want to say it i miss you. i dont know why. the smug looks you give; the smirks you show, why cant you just be normal? true enough, maybe i'm just harsh you deserve much more but you dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111994454108686551?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111994454108686551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111994454108686551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111994454108686551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111994454108686551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/celebration-for-celibation.html' title='celebration for celibation.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111971633180392048</id><published>2005-06-26T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:18:51.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3cents.</title><content type='html'>i feel rather irresponsible and disgusted at myself, if there's any one in the world who would be angry at me, or hate me or whatsoever. it would have to be, MY RABBIT. you know, after like many months, maybe a year i finally went to like "play"with it, but now it's old and frail and has cataracts it doesnt want to play anymore. so i now i promised her, tomorrow i'm gonna clean her up and cut her nails. and i guess she's 6years old? my mus says she's gonna die soon. but it will be so sad.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111971633180392048?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111971633180392048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111971633180392048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111971633180392048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111971633180392048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/3cents.html' title='3cents.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111963827835792384</id><published>2005-06-25T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T02:37:58.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile if you mean it.</title><content type='html'>i &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to make this comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHELLE WIE IS GROWING.&lt;br /&gt;as in really growing, she's got more muscles on her legs and forearms. even the &lt;strong&gt;assets&lt;/strong&gt; seems bigger. ok, that was really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sucked in to wimbledon. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO NASTYA, GO DANI, GO MOMO, GO EMILIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111963827835792384?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111963827835792384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111963827835792384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111963827835792384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111963827835792384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/smile-if-you-mean-it.html' title='smile if you mean it.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111945663883011547</id><published>2005-06-23T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T00:10:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dermatologists are crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's official. i hate vijay amritaj and his ultra fucking bias ways of commentating. he's bias towards his own fucking country player. wait correction. he is only bias towards sania mirza. and i dont see THAT much potential in her, PERIOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE VIJAY AMRITAJ. FUCK OFF AND DIE YOU ASSHOLE NUTCASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111945663883011547?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111945663883011547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111945663883011547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111945663883011547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111945663883011547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/dermatologists-are-crazy.html' title='dermatologists are crazy.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111919526037623018</id><published>2005-06-19T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:34:20.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your personalize fuck buddy.</title><content type='html'>i really really love you.&lt;br /&gt;and all these thoughts came to my head.&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes started swelling.&lt;br /&gt;and i wished i never knew you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we go back to the cycle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111919526037623018?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111919526037623018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111919526037623018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111919526037623018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111919526037623018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/your-personalize-fuck-buddy.html' title='your personalize fuck buddy.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111917911542765876</id><published>2005-06-19T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T19:05:15.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it felt left.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;it feels so good to be near you. it feels so good to look at you. but i know. i will never have you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you, but you will never know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i've realized that i like people older than me. HAH. OH WELLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111917911542765876?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111917911542765876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111917911542765876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111917911542765876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111917911542765876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-felt-left.html' title='it felt left.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111909334414056073</id><published>2005-06-18T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:15:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme morphine.</title><content type='html'>yes. i needed morphine like 20-40 minutes ago. i had this major stomach ache. i could have died. and then i went to shit. but instead of shitting i ended up vomitting liquid. then i thought i was sick or on an empty stomach (the pain felt abit like cramps and abit like gastric) and i was like suffering in silence. the pain was unbearable. then i went downstairs. had a hot tea and pandan cake. and the pandan cake made me feel worst. so i got another glass of hot water. drank it and i felt like vomitting then i had a glass of sugarred water. and started to feel better. o.O yes, i know. i'm odd. then i held that cup walked back up, hoping that i wouldn't faint. (i was abit paranoid la!) i sat infront of the fridge on the 2nd floor and just looked for the medicine box. i went thru the whole box looking for medicines. i found panadol menstrual. but it was empty in the box. then i found this tablet for subsiding hyperactivity of gastric juices. i took &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. then i got i found charcoal. i took &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; first. then i still couldn't bear the pain took the subsiding hyperactivity of gastric juices again. i took &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; then. i didnt really feel that much better. then i found panadol extra i took &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. but still i wasn't ok. then i took the last charcoal pill. therefore i total i took &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; tablets, but all that still couldn't save me and i just lied down in front of the fridge i fell asleep. i woke up feeling like last week sunday. :D which is a good thing mind you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111909334414056073?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111909334414056073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111909334414056073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111909334414056073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111909334414056073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/gimme-morphine.html' title='gimme morphine.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111884899006213211</id><published>2005-06-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:23:10.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cameras dont lie.</title><content type='html'>i've been totally flustered by all these dreams.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i think it's time i went back to thinking straight.&lt;br /&gt;but hey! since when did i ever think straight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111884899006213211?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111884899006213211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111884899006213211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111884899006213211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111884899006213211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/cameras-dont-lie.html' title='cameras dont lie.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111867808619651142</id><published>2005-06-13T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:54:46.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they sold cakes for 3hundred and fifty dollars!</title><content type='html'>i had this dream like 2 nights ago that makes it saturday night and the dream was like damn fantastic and i didnt know how to describe it la. but it's funny and i really really liked it and i didnt want it to end but too bad it had to come a halt cos i had training at 2.30 and i woke up at 1 HAHA. anyway it sort a went like this. this new girl joined my badminton class and she looked ultra farmilliar la and i sort of said hi. DO YOU KNOW WHO IT WAS?!?!?! GODDAMN IT! IT WAS ________. and coach made me partner her la so you must know how happy i am la! then we played alot and we got to know each other really well and we became really close and i was like partnering her ALOT. and my old partner _______ got jealous la (WTF?!) then it's like she didnt want to talk to me, which made me sad but in the end i forgot what happened. but i knew i became really close to the first person and the second person was still a friend but not as close friend that sort of thing la. my dream's damn horrible but WHAT THE FUCK. i dont care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111867808619651142?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111867808619651142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111867808619651142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111867808619651142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111867808619651142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/they-sold-cakes-for-3hundred-and-fifty.html' title='they sold cakes for 3hundred and fifty dollars!'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111863332647566980</id><published>2005-06-13T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:28:46.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blame it on the universal morons.</title><content type='html'>hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the mother's office. i'm "working".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRISCILLA TAN L Q REPLIED MY FRIENDSTER MESSAGES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111863332647566980?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111863332647566980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111863332647566980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111863332647566980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111863332647566980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/blame-it-on-universal-morons.html' title='blame it on the universal morons.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111833458961391925</id><published>2005-06-10T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T00:29:49.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont fuck with my feelings.</title><content type='html'>i dont know why i feel like that right now. maybe it's sort of the influences.&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe that i like you. i can't like you. i shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DONT WANT TO FALL IN LOVE ANYMORE. I DONT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DONT WANT TO KEEP BEING TRICKED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DONT WANT TO THINK THAT ONE DAY, &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; WOULD LOVE ME TOO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S ALL A LIE I'VE BEEN THRU AND THRU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GUESS THIS IS A DAY WHEN I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE BEEN DOING ALL THIS TO MYSELF, FOR WHAT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK, NOTHING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M NOT IN LOVE, IT'S JUST A PHASE THAT I'M GOING THRU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111833458961391925?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111833458961391925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111833458961391925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111833458961391925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111833458961391925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-fuck-with-my-feelings.html' title='dont fuck with my feelings.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111832300664856985</id><published>2005-06-09T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T21:16:46.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty.</title><content type='html'>ok. i'm really shit right now. i think &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is damn pretty! i'm so ugh. maybe i like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; maybe i like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i dont know la. i'm damn fucked up now. i guess it's just a passing phase, sort of crush only la. i dont really like her until i want kill myself that i kinda thing. it's so insane. and i shudder at the thought of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you think i have bad taste, yes indeed i have bad taste. i dont go for the ULTRA ULTRA CHIO people ok cos i know what i deserve, the pigs at the sty. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111832300664856985?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111832300664856985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111832300664856985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111832300664856985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111832300664856985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/uncertainty.html' title='uncertainty.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111823328722489082</id><published>2005-06-08T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:21:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i slept and played thru the whole day, i'm a super pig. but i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? jelena jankovic's hair is &lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt; long la. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111823328722489082?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111823328722489082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111823328722489082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111823328722489082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111823328722489082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-slept-and-played-thru-whole-day-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111814916747442716</id><published>2005-06-07T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:28:24.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quarter-FinalMatch 4 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="T01265"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NGO Christine &amp; &lt;strong&gt;TAN L Q Priscilla&lt;/strong&gt; {Leisure Badminton Team}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thu 9 Jun at 12.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="T01249"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHONG Yinxi &amp;amp; LOE H S Kimberely {Seng Kang Secondary School}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i'm SO SAD. HOW? i've got the fucking friendly at 1.30. i can piah la. i want a new glove too! SHOOT. how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really think, i like _. how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. to sort off cheer me up. and i know the whole story to how we got her photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/gwennie03/feliciachin010.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111814916747442716?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111814916747442716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111814916747442716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111814916747442716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111814916747442716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/quarter-finalmatch-4-ngo-christine-loe.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111808422617360961</id><published>2005-06-07T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T02:57:06.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dark rings round your ankles.</title><content type='html'>i'm angered by the boldness of fellow wtaworld members. how? dont know lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wtaworld.com/showthread.php?t=141850"&gt;http://www.wtaworld.com/showthread.php?t=141850&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sort of disgusting if you read everything. if i were a tennis player and i read all this(though i know it's for fun) i would be really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays aren't really working out for me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really really want to go on a holiday, sit on damn plane to another fucking country&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it's just that time constraints and my sister's fucking commitments dont permit. so OH WELLS. i'm not sad. &lt;strong&gt;i'm very.&lt;/strong&gt; anyway, i've been wtaworlding alot compared to a few months ago. &lt;strong&gt;must be the holidays.&lt;/strong&gt; haha. tomorrow there's softball training and badminton training, which to go for? if i wake up in the morning then go badminton lor. so simple. hahaha. then i'll hang around school like that lor. i've got money to get a new glove. i've got too many things on my hands. &lt;strong&gt;SIGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel pressured, i feel different when i'm around &lt;strong&gt;you,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you think it's possible?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111808422617360961?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111808422617360961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111808422617360961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111808422617360961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111808422617360961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/dark-rings-round-your-ankles.html' title='dark rings round your ankles.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111798519963952083</id><published>2005-06-05T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:26:39.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>schizoprenia</title><content type='html'>hello. i've realized that i dont have money to buy a glove. i have $588 in my bank. take out $100 and i'll be left with $488. go to work? maybe. but it's so pathetic and i want to see my eyecandy play badminton. well. sort of eyecandy cos she's very pretty and nice to look at. HAHA. i had training today. and i had to play singles, like WTF. i haven't played singles since i was &lt;strong&gt;2!&lt;/strong&gt; LIAR. anyway i think i'm starting to ____, _______. HAHA. that's so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy's gonna leave for dubai. at around 3.25am. that's her flight time. how to suck $100 from her now? i want a glove.  :(  and it's not like coach jerry comes every 2hours. i'm such a loser. beg for her money. or withdraw? &lt;strong&gt;BEG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night ya'all. i love, _______. &lt;strong&gt;BULLSHIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111798519963952083?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111798519963952083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111798519963952083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111798519963952083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111798519963952083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/schizoprenia.html' title='schizoprenia'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111790059621121859</id><published>2005-06-04T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:56:36.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cos you and i.</title><content type='html'>oh hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's an ok day. just that i was rather spoilt and demanded to go to paragon to see the diesel watch which in the end i didn't. i cut my hair. and now there's this thing. it's a problem. sort off. i have SOME money. and i need to decided to use it on what. to colour my hair green? which would cost $80. or buy a new glove. which would prolly set me back $150. HOW? dont know la! dying my hair would be quite stupid cos it will only be for 2weeks? the glove for years? i think i'll do my hair at the end of the year. &lt;em&gt;i answer my own questions. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111790059621121859?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111790059621121859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111790059621121859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111790059621121859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111790059621121859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/cos-you-and-i.html' title='cos you and i.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111773567187176314</id><published>2005-06-03T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T02:07:51.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;PRISCILLA TAN L Q &lt;/em&gt;IS DAMN PRETTY CAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so now i cannot condemn badminton players for their looks anymore la. haha!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess the prettier players are less dominant. i wonder why, she's damn pretty can! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111773567187176314?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111773567187176314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111773567187176314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111773567187176314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111773567187176314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/empty-voices.html' title='empty voices'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111772407728847807</id><published>2005-06-02T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:54:37.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why dont you show doubles?!</title><content type='html'>AHAHAHA! FUCK SHIT. KANINA! CHAO CHEE BYE, LAN JIAO! NABEI! why dont you show doubles on the damn tv?!?! whatever la. i'm damn angry la. never show. i think gehui rocks. hmmph! and my contacts are like damn little. i want ALL my contacts back la! anyway. camp was OK only. lousy fucks. good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111772407728847807?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111772407728847807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111772407728847807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111772407728847807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111772407728847807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-dont-you-show-doubles.html' title='why dont you show doubles?!'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111751933121384407</id><published>2005-05-31T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:02:11.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i lost my phone at SBH, guillemard road there. wait correction. it can't be lost. it should be &lt;u&gt;stolen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i went to play my match and came back to my bag and my phone was gone. but my wallet was still there but i only had $20 left in my wallet. so i guess about $50 dollars was taken away. and i'm really sad/angry/frustrated/worried/unhappy/glum/disgusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CHANGED MY NO.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(TO THE PEOPLE WHO COME TO MY BLOG)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY NEW NUMBER IS, &lt;u&gt;81068746&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111751933121384407?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111751933121384407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111751933121384407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111751933121384407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111751933121384407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/fuck-you.html' title='FUCK YOU'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111745268010677225</id><published>2005-05-30T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T19:31:20.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello people.</title><content type='html'>Ok. I'm at camp now. My phone's battery is technically dying of already. Shit! I need fayanne now! How? Ahya. Anyway we are having a camp right now. I'm sunburnt and ultra hot. I'm really tired. Tired of it all la. Everyone's on the floor.  Why is everyone so fucked up. they only care for their feelings. And not anyone elses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111745268010677225?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111745268010677225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111745268010677225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111745268010677225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111745268010677225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-people.html' title='hello people.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111738629934297646</id><published>2005-05-30T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T01:04:59.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the feeling cannot be denied.</title><content type='html'>ok. i am like in search for my avril lavigne's under my skin and my spiderman2 soundtrack. to upload into my ipod. OOMPH. i remembered. ziping wants that song by, shoot. i forgot who! HAHAHA! let me think. -ponders- I FUCKING FORGOT! shooot. iTunes is playing sex, i am a lesbian by the butchies. that song is retarded. they have some lyricless part halfway then a drum solo. ok that song is played by a band which is a rock male band. they became sort of popular with 3 other bands at the same time. I FORGOT. it was creed and 3 doors down and one more. it's 1.05 and i've got camp tomorrow. I AM SO DEAD LA. fuck it. I AM SO ANGRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111738629934297646?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111738629934297646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111738629934297646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111738629934297646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111738629934297646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/feeling-cannot-be-denied.html' title='the feeling cannot be denied.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111729952624300493</id><published>2005-05-29T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T00:58:46.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheer brilliance.</title><content type='html'>i really cringing at the fact that i saw really gross things. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i was watching some chinese show. it's called cloud wind if translated directly. and the aaron kwok in the show he just ripped off his left arm with his right arm because he had injured his left arm. and then he sort of flew to a lake and all the blood from that arm bled into the lake. and that this father and daughter herbist came and saved him, and the father chopped of his arm called the fire beast arm and gave it to the aaron kwok. damn sick la. alot of blood. i wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. let's sum up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10&lt;br /&gt;went crescent. reached at 11+&lt;br /&gt;watched the match, left for primary school at 12.20pm&lt;br /&gt;reached at about  12.40.&lt;br /&gt;met ravinder said hi.&lt;br /&gt;walked around played games ate food.&lt;br /&gt;left at 2&lt;br /&gt;took 171&lt;br /&gt;went to heeren&lt;br /&gt;reached at 2.40&lt;br /&gt;walked to ziping church at 3.05&lt;br /&gt;was quite fun&lt;br /&gt;left the church at 5+&lt;br /&gt;went to that cuppage foodcourt&lt;br /&gt;left at 6.20&lt;br /&gt;walked to some bus stop which took 25minutes&lt;br /&gt;took 7.&lt;br /&gt;met mum at clementi&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;bathe&lt;br /&gt;ate&lt;br /&gt;walked the dog.&lt;br /&gt;talked to ravinder on the phone&lt;br /&gt;using the computer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. my nose bled twice today. and just 2hours or less apart. SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111729952624300493?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111729952624300493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111729952624300493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111729952624300493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111729952624300493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/sheer-brilliance.html' title='sheer brilliance.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111717030553156796</id><published>2005-05-27T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T13:05:05.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your little hookie.</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am at home&lt;br /&gt;while people are at school, my sister decided to go to school. HOW STUPID RIGHT? my father was telling her not to go to school. wahaha. i'm happy. sort off. i shall write testimonials for people now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111717030553156796?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111717030553156796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111717030553156796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111717030553156796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111717030553156796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-little-hookie.html' title='your little hookie.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111712705084102357</id><published>2005-05-27T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T01:04:10.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rafael nadal MUST not win.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still watching the french open on tv and livescoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am not going to school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall sleep late and do the french open thing! ;) update my blog. talkk about the oc like i always do. :) did i mention that i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the o.c.  haha! it's like so cool! it's like the coolest show during the weekdays. or the whole of the week. i wanna watch the L world. i think shane mccutcheon/katherine moennig is damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.c. rocked today, next episode alex is gonna kiss marrissa. :D so dying to see it! wait, it's in the 12th episode. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school. was fun. and _ waved at me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111712705084102357?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111712705084102357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111712705084102357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111712705084102357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111712705084102357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/rafael-nadal-must-not-win.html' title='rafael nadal MUST not win.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111703477063021328</id><published>2005-05-25T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:26:10.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberries and cream</title><content type='html'>oh hello little people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a shit day. but it was a happy day. ok, sort of. _ smiled at me. _ talked to me after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i like lindsay davenport or whatever, GO LINDSAY! dont lose to the damn china chinese! oh god. the more i look at the play on tv, the more i feel like puking. really. it's disgusting. the china girl is damn disgusting la. and the bloody french kids are so irritating they keep screaming for god knows WHO.  i think i shall stick to live scoring. i can choose what matches i want to see and what not. :p the tv is so selective. only pick the fucking top players.&lt;br /&gt;even carlos moya's match is filled with bratty screaming french kids. i think french women are &lt;strong&gt;HAWT&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. example, emilie loit. ;)  amelie mauresmo :D hohoh. anyway. my sister wants to use the computer. i love tennis. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrr. SHOOT. they decided to put the china fuck back on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so irritated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh daniela baby, please win. just 1 more game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father came into the rooom thinking that everyone must serve him, close the door after him. SHOOT. bang. he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;daniela hantuchova won!! 6-4, 6-3! YAY! GO DANIELA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111703477063021328?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111703477063021328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111703477063021328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111703477063021328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111703477063021328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/strawberries-and-cream.html' title='strawberries and cream'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111693407304410853</id><published>2005-05-24T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:27:53.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>physical limits.</title><content type='html'>ok, so school wasn't all that great. in fact it's disgusting. i purposely left my pe t-shirt in school. i'm so nice. anyway, i'm sort of scared now. well. yes and no. at least people can boast about having good grades. while i boast about my &lt;strong&gt;10/50&lt;/strong&gt; for social studies leaving people laughing the fuck outta themselves. sigh. what to do? NEH MIND LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the scgs bazaar. lousy shit lor. it was SO boring. but i saw &lt;strong&gt;that jillian chim suan meng &lt;/strong&gt;person. damn disgusted lor. then i saw tania when the &lt;strong&gt;jilliam chim suan meng &lt;/strong&gt;person came then i told tania, your best friend pointing towards the &lt;strong&gt;jillian chim suan meng&lt;/strong&gt;. then she started spilling her beans on all the stupid things about that &lt;strong&gt;jcsm bitch&lt;/strong&gt; damn shit lor, come to think of it, SHE SUCK UP TO THE SENIORS. fucking shit. too bad la. the seniors are going away. hmmmm. scgs girl's are rather hot. but snobbish. pfft. but some girls are nice. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you make it seem as if 3 months is really long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well it's not all that long, i waited for 6months and what did i get, i forgot. &lt;strong&gt;but i dont quite give a fuck anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to gehui,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh. dont so pessimistic la. cheer up. if there's anything i can help with tell me. i know i can't help you with your studies. but i'll try with other things. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111693407304410853?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111693407304410853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111693407304410853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111693407304410853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111693407304410853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/physical-limits.html' title='physical limits.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111686441036178373</id><published>2005-05-24T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:06:50.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you have no idea what is pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myskina bore a good portion of her private life on Sunday at the champion's press conference, informing the world for the first time that her mother, Galina, has been battling a serious illness, which is believed to be cancer. Myskina has known about it since January and it has clearly affected her play, as she has only reached one semi final this year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been a pretty hard time," said Myskina, who will play Spain's Maria Sanchez Lorenzo on Monday. "But I'm a professional tennis player and I have to play no matter what. I'm going to try to do my best. It's my favourite tournament, so I really want to do great here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myskina has also been dealing with a nagging shoulder injury, which caused her to pull out of Fed Cup and had her doubting whether she could play Roland Garros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course it's not 100 percent, she said. "You can't heal that fast. But it's getting better. I've been serving a lot and even though it gets tired. I still need to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Myskina became the first Russian woman to win a Grand Slam singles title when she beat Elena Dementieva in the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, no confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended the 2004 ranked a career high No. 3 and declared her intention of taking over the No.1 ranking. But after being stunned by Nathalie Dechy at the 2005 Australian Open, her game slid downhill. Two weeks ago in Berlin, she was shocked by German wild card Julia Schruff and said that she had absolutely no confidence in her game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Sunday after getting a good workout at her beloved Roland Garros, she felt much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll try to believe because I played such a great tournament here last year," said Myskina, who beat Kim Clijsters 6-1 in a practice set. "I'm hoping to come back here and get my confidence back. Even though today was a practice match, I was really happy that I played well and look forward to Monday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Myskina's coach, Jens Gerlach, said his student is going to have to rediscover her inner fire at Roland Garros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's been a champion and knows how to dig deep like a champion," he said. "If she gets to Paris and wins a couple of good matches, maybe she'll feel the magic of Roland Garros again." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myskina, who took down Venus in last year's quarterfinals, could play her US foe again in the fourth round. Like her coach, she's hoping to rekindle her fire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorry for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111686441036178373?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111686441036178373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111686441036178373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111686441036178373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111686441036178373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-have-no-idea-what-is-pain.html' title='you have no idea what is pain.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111686120981077803</id><published>2005-05-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T23:13:29.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frontiers.</title><content type='html'>oh hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK THE WORLD! I AM SO ANGRY!! NO!!!!!!! HOW CAN MY BELOVED &lt;em&gt;ANASTASIA MYSKINA&lt;/em&gt; LOSE TO SOME FUCKING MARIA SANCHEZ LORENZO. OH FUCK. SEEMS LIKE THE WORLD IS NOT ON HER SIDE?!! WHAT DID SHE FUCKING DO YOU HUH?! WORLD! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU! DONT LIKE HER TELL HER IN HER FACE, FUCK YOU! MAKE HER LOSE THE FRENCH OPEN IN THE FUCKING FIRST ROUND?!?!?!? HUH?!?!?!?! KANINAMA CHAO CHEE BYE, NABEI! WHAT THE FUCK. BAISER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOT. I'M SO ANGRY. HUH?!?! HUH?!?! URGHH! I'VE NO MOOD TO DO ANY FUCKING THING NOW. GRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but neh-mind la, when i wake up in the morning i'm all back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone SLEEPOVER CLUBBING? ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111686120981077803?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111686120981077803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111686120981077803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111686120981077803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111686120981077803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/frontiers.html' title='frontiers.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111684720143985063</id><published>2005-05-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T19:20:01.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK THE SMITHS.</title><content type='html'>HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i happily missed my favourite show in the entire world! do you know what does that mean?!&lt;strong&gt;  i have to wake up at 2.30am to catch it!&lt;/strong&gt; but, i always do that, oh wells. ;) i'm going melbourne so i guess i'll be able to like get the dvd or something. ;) i'm so sleepoverclub crazy. anyway tomorrow i'll miss 3.30pm one as well cos i'll be going to the scgs bazaar. :D did i mention i am using my mother's laptop. mummy since you dont use it, can you give it to me? can la. just like your golf set? CAN LA! :D shoot. i'm so bad to my mummy. nevermind la i'm so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway had some jumble sale at my estate and we were selling food, toys, kitchen wear, fashion accesorries. ravinder and maryanne came over. and mel and fangzi. ra and ma bought 4 rings. yeah. i think they are happy. :D then they came to my house and we played, talked, bitch, exchange juicy gossip. amelia told me something hmmm... interesting about &lt;strong&gt;that person&lt;/strong&gt; and, i'm feeling sorry for all the things i said. anyway the whole day was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to that person,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry. i dont hate you, i wouldn't it's just that i'm sort of confused right now and all my posts are just like a cover. i just dont want to face up to the truth. &lt;u&gt;i love you, but i hate you. i'm sorry.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to miss _______,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i gave you a piece of apple strudel will you forgive me? i know it's really lame but would you? please? i beg of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111684720143985063?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111684720143985063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111684720143985063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111684720143985063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111684720143985063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/fuck-smiths.html' title='FUCK THE SMITHS.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111675895874727012</id><published>2005-05-22T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:49:18.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>russian brutality.</title><content type='html'>hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's training was SMASHING! literally. i was jump smashing and everything. it's like i never played like that before. stacy and michelle are so passe. HAHA. shoot. i'm so over confident. hmmm. ok. i'm sort of confident for cheers now. :D hhaha. but it kind off clashes with my schedule.  cos i'll be playing at 11.20am on 31st. and i'll be in camp on 31st. HOW?! haha i'll find a way. anyway i sent my racquets for restringing. :D my mother's gonna pay oh yes. i picked up $50 when i was walking. :D i am filthy rich baby. filthy rich! call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye hookers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111675895874727012?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111675895874727012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111675895874727012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111675895874727012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111675895874727012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/russian-brutality.html' title='russian brutality.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111673951622763284</id><published>2005-05-22T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:25:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>separation.</title><content type='html'>i want women's weekly.&lt;br /&gt;i want felicia chin.&lt;br /&gt;i want that &lt;strong&gt;skirt&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. the skirt was a joke. but it's hell nice!! :( it's really nice, it's from zara. oh yes. did i mention how much i hate zara? it seems like women's fashion has been limited to, zara, topshop and mango.. ESPECIALLY THE FRUIT. hmmm. luckily men's fashion has a whole array of brands. anyway, i want a jacket. then i can wear to formal dinners wearing a t-shirt inside with jeans. HAHA! i think my mum will kill me. but, i dont give a fuck. my dad's cool. he bought this ultra cool leather cuff from perth. it's holey moley thick. but it's nice. my dad takes things to literal. i told him i wanted a quiksilver leather cuff called thorns and roses. and he thought it would be like, spikes around it and he was like, that's so out of fashion i am not going to buy it. so yes. thank you very much daddy. but i'm going to melbourne (so my mother says) then i can go spend lots of her money. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPEND SPEND SPEND! &lt;/strong&gt;can you hear the cash register go, &lt;strong&gt;KA-CHING, KA-CHING, KA-CHING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  hahaha! i am so hilarious c'mon people laugh at me. anyway. i've gotta change. i'm going for training. I MISSED FAYANNE. she went to obs. i think she'll start telling me stories like those germaine told me. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE FUCKERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111673951622763284?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111673951622763284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111673951622763284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111673951622763284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111673951622763284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/separation.html' title='separation.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111661377176932086</id><published>2005-05-21T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T02:29:31.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am just about to break down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="T01261"&gt;TAN Yann Yee &amp; TIONG J X Winnie &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue 31 May at 11.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="T00692"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOO Fayanne &amp;amp; WEE Gwendolyn {Warren Country Club}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck it. i was SO excited about it like 6hours ago? and i am now i'm like crap scared. it's only &lt;strong&gt;10 &lt;/strong&gt;more days. i'm gonna cry. :( shoot. and it's like halfway thru the softball camp! HOW?! dont know la. i'm very scared. at this very point i dont feel like playing anymore. HOW?! i am so wimpy and wussy and cowardy. i thinK they winnie person play before. the name is very farmiliar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAYANNE!&lt;/strong&gt; i am damn scared to play now! how? why couldn't we have gotten a bye eh?! how! i'm so traumatized right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahya. fuck la. anyway i came home at 1am. i went to watch stars wars and i seriously think that it should have an nc16 or m18 rating. it's so gory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE SLEEPOVER CLUB IS STARTING NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111661377176932086?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111661377176932086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111661377176932086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111661377176932086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111661377176932086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-just-about-to-break-down.html' title='i am just about to break down.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111651011774914387</id><published>2005-05-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:41:57.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your royal highness.</title><content type='html'>my mother's laptop is so cool! hahaha. it's like 13 inches wide, long or whatever. it's ultra tiny. but i like it. well sort off. i want an ibook! I WANT I WANT I WANT! i'm so spoilt. WHATEVER. hahaha. i want an IBOOK. please. anyone. even a $10 donation would do. i'm scrimping and saving. trying to get some money out of my parents. so i can buy my $1350 ibook. :D I WANT AN IBOOK. I WANT.I NEED. I DEMAND. so that i'll stop cramping up the desktop. sigh. the things i have there. I WANT IBOOK. PLEASE! OR ANY OTHER LAPTOP. hahaha. ahya. budget one also can la. buy not so cheap. i need a laptop. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE THE SLEEPOVER CLUB. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111651011774914387?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111651011774914387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111651011774914387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111651011774914387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111651011774914387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-royal-highness.html' title='your royal highness.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111649064582058095</id><published>2005-05-19T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T16:17:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your infidelities.</title><content type='html'>have &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; no shame?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. this morning i swear i worst the meanest person in the world to joanne. I didn't quite get what got over me. but i was mean to her, i didn't let her have my water and i just shouted into her face. sigh. bad to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. sleepover club ended approximately 15minutes ago. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THAT SHOW! : ))) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like so cool. and i am coming home to watch it tomorrow. :) i'll come home first, watch tv then go back to school. : )) GREAT IDEA GWEN! but sasha and zhiyi thinks that i should stay for training. BUT NO! i want to watch the sleepover club!! SLEEPOVER CLUB!!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's sleepover club was rather odd. especially todays. it was like, kenny and rosie were attracted to guys it's normal but frankie lyndz and fliss were like so against them going out with "dumb" guys. but in the end they went out and frankie and lyndz and fliss were sort of angry. and they were like, you rather go out with "stupid" boys then hang out with the S.O.C. as in sleepover club. and frankie and lyndz kept going about how they couldn't go out with guys. it sounded like a lesbianic sleepover club. :&lt;br /&gt;just my 2cents. but yeah. i still think lyndz and frankie's hot. and frankie looks really tall right? but she's just 157cm. and lyndz is that tall too. but she's older than frankie by a year, which makes her the same age as me. her birthday was on labour day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE THE SLEEPOVER CLUB! :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))&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/8620544-111649064582058095?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111649064582058095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111649064582058095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111649064582058095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111649064582058095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-infidelities.html' title='your infidelities.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111642404738229033</id><published>2005-05-18T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:47:27.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>face it.</title><content type='html'>hokay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about yesterday's post. it was random. very random, but it was my thoughts at that very moment. i was blogging with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. i admit i am not flawless as well. i've done so much wrong, no amount of atonment of sin would &lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt; help.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;but whatever it is bitch, i know i have flaws. &lt;strong&gt;but you have way more. &lt;/strong&gt;and you know very well what you did. so stop being that bitch you are. (if you think this is you, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT'S YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you,(if you think this is you, IT'S YOU.) didn't you know that you were my hero? you were everything i wanted to be. you still are what i want to be up till now. &lt;strong&gt;DONT YOU KNOW?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleepover club is the best show ever. YES! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASIA A'HERN ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;CAITLIN STASEY ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASIA ROCKS!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i had an odd dream last night about the softballers and a bus and 3c (???!!!!) and the bus was like, ULTRA long. haha! and we were playing softball in the bus and saying bye to people who got off the bus. ok it was a crazy dream. but, HELL I AM CRAZY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111642404738229033?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111642404738229033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111642404738229033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111642404738229033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111642404738229033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/face-it.html' title='face it.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111632820035259533</id><published>2005-05-17T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:10:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On gay hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;this is my heart, bleeding before you; this is me, down on my knees.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt; ok i'm murdering myself with all this slow sad songs now. And really. It's so, painful. I guess i destroyed my own mood to actually study geography. I think i'm really tired. Tired of every damn thing.&lt;br&gt; You are always in demand, but sadly when i needed you then you were never there. And everyday i cried dreaming me you. And what i did, Why did you ignore me? You were like the only person i wanted to talk to for that whole period. But where had you gone? You're my inspiration. My god. I worship you. Ok whatever its not like you care. And if you thing this whoever you think it is, it is whoever you think it is la. &lt;br&gt; whatever. Now i keep thinking about the butchies and how their songs really reflect On my life. And not i'm so full of regret. Gwendolyn Wee, how are you ever gonna enjoy life. This is it, i'm now the straight active/butch, i like guys. But i dont dig the long hair and skimpy tops and short skirts. Goodbye, love your one and only straight active/butch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111632820035259533?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111632820035259533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111632820035259533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111632820035259533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111632820035259533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-gay-hiatus.html' title='On gay hiatus.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111631443147229311</id><published>2005-05-17T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T15:20:31.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unforgiven.</title><content type='html'>YOU ARE SO UNFORGIVEN. wait. wasn't it you who forgave me for no apparent reason. WHATEVER. i dont think i need nor want your forgiveness. wait. that's so random. WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?! no, i guess it's cos &lt;strong&gt;I NEED THE SLEEPOVER CLUB NOW! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPOVER CLUB SLEEPOVER CLUB SLEEPOVER CLUB SLEEPOVER CLUB SLEEPOVER CLUB SLEEPOVER CLUB SLEEPOVER CLUB SLEEPOVER CLUB SLEEPOVER CLUB SLEEPOVER CLUB SLEEPOVER CLUB &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. f&amp;n paper was ok. supposedly going steamboat with maria tomorrow. dont know if she still intends to go la.  or maybe i'm going with my mum to eat &lt;em&gt;RUSSIAN FOOD!&lt;/em&gt; haha! i'm such a foodie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SLEEPOVER CLUB PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9minutes more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111631443147229311?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111631443147229311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111631443147229311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111631443147229311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111631443147229311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/unforgiven.html' title='unforgiven.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111622855035869530</id><published>2005-05-16T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T15:29:10.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>follow up.</title><content type='html'>ok  just posted less than 5minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;and sba site says, &lt;em&gt;Due to overwhelming responses, the draws and schedule for the Cheers Badminton Age Group will be out by 20 May 2005.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what bullshit?! i cannot take it anymore. i'm very excited! i'm partnering fayanne ok! hopefully we can reach the 2nd round! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111622855035869530?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111622855035869530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111622855035869530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111622855035869530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111622855035869530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/follow-up.html' title='follow up.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111622824580918604</id><published>2005-05-16T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T15:24:05.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERMAN.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;russell peter is a fucking funny asshole. and i want to watch sleepover club now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i totally screwed accounts up. i studied last night. and when i went to sit for the paper. i blacked out. I FORGOT EVERY FUCKING THING. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the paper me and joanne went to look for miss seah. and i kinda realize i was really whiney and spoilt and everything. ughh. yeahh miss seah's like really nice! she taught me and joanne geography. and we sat at the bench outside the staff room. but i sat on the floor haha. miss seah's really cool! no, mrs. Lok! no, MADAM SEAH. hahaha! poor miss seah she's sick. and she still comes to school. and i guess her favourite colour is also purple. she and the purple cardigan. haha! yes. and when i sat on the floor i observed her toes and legs. (?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i miss fayanne. WHY MUST SHE GO TO OBS?!?!?! i hope she doesn't die there. HAHA! ahya. she's so horrible. come back soon la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to checkout the sba website to see the cheers draws. :)&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/8620544-111622824580918604?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111622824580918604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111622824580918604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111622824580918604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111622824580918604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/superman.html' title='SUPERMAN.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111616685392796022</id><published>2005-05-15T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:20:53.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intentions exposed.</title><content type='html'>YO WASSUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm so sleepy but i'm so engergized. my eyes are heavy but my body's like dancing.(?!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there's sudirman cup on tv again. and i'm watching it again instead of studying accounts. and my sister says, tomorrow instead of doing accounts i'll be writing players names, scores, stroke and whatever else. HAHA. so funny, not. ANYWAY. i think fransisca ratnasari's very cute!! she's 18. and she looks like a 15 or 16 year old. maybe it's cos she's skinny. she lost to ugly old zhang ning in the first set, 11-1. and now it's the second set the score is 5-3, ugly old zhang ning is winning. i was fransisca to win! and fransisca's giving the old hag a run for her money. why dont zhang ning just sprain her ankle and retire or something. she looks absolutely plastic. i think fransisca's way cool! she's like doing whatever the ugly old hag did to her. and fransisca's fitness is not that good. prolly she's got to work on there before she kick the old hag's butt. GO FRANSISCA! I'M SO SUPPORTING YOU. now the score is 5-5. : ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye people who dont know fransisca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111616685392796022?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111616685392796022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111616685392796022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111616685392796022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111616685392796022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/intentions-exposed.html' title='intentions exposed.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111605327833990653</id><published>2005-05-14T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T14:55:25.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superficiality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh dear okay gwendolyn what trash are you writing on your blog. aye im not perfect, i cant be your idol, i am not smart dont be crazy okie anyway i just wanted to tell you that everything would be all right seriously ahh anyway those people are bullshitters, the more you listen to them, the more you'll get affected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot. haha! how did she find out?&lt;br /&gt;she's like really cool!  she's like perfect. she's ultra pro at badminton, she's really pretty, she's got a nice figure(?!) she has like ten thousand admirers of like both gender or something. and she's like ultra smart. got into some good class and she says her class all the china scholars or whatever. and i think i had a dream a long time ago about her getting like 6points for the Os.&lt;br /&gt;shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't care! germaine tan shi min is my idol! whether she likes it or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sound like a small brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm supposed to do my accounts and bio. i've prepared everything ready to study, but the moment i hold the pen i'm like. can i do it later. shit right? how to revise?!?! take it as i've flunked combined humans, combined science and math. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111605327833990653?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111605327833990653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111605327833990653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111605327833990653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111605327833990653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/superficiality.html' title='superficiality.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111599332155107444</id><published>2005-05-13T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T22:08:41.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i suppose you want me dead?</title><content type='html'>i just watched finished the sudirman cup. the quarterfinals. japan lost to malaysia. 1-3. SIGH. eriko hirose should be very proud of herself for being the only one who won. -points to the 1 point. and i think tadashi ohtsuka is very very cute. he's so hmmm.. pretty. he's a pretty boy. : ))) but he's very cute. eriko hirose looks like rosalind pho. : )) i think japan rocks. anyway i went out to town. was the ultra loser that i always am. i got chased home. how sad. yeah anyway i town saw the rgs softballer, the one who drinks ALOT of milk. and the genevieve. haha. they remembered me! they were like, "stc 1st base right?" haha. oh yes. i saw shiyun and rachel goh. i think rachel goh's glasses are really cool! it's like, 3/4 frame (??) i am so going to study, TOMORROW. HAHA. and i shall surf wtaworld. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye un-pretty people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111599332155107444?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111599332155107444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111599332155107444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111599332155107444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111599332155107444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-suppose-you-want-me-dead_13.html' title='i suppose you want me dead?'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111595377798852532</id><published>2005-05-13T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T11:09:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>semi circles.</title><content type='html'>Oh yes. Blogging with my phone again. It's just so fun. I can't take it anymore. WAHAHA. I'm sitting at long john at far east. I'm so bored. I'm writing my letter. And they are gonna cut hair soon. Oh hurry up. I feel so detested. I jus realized my hand has 5 holes. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111595377798852532?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111595377798852532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111595377798852532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111595377798852532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111595377798852532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/semi-circles.html' title='semi circles.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111591259403677375</id><published>2005-05-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:43:14.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>megawatt smiles.</title><content type='html'>Hello all again. I'm blogging for the 3rd on this lousy thursday. Though there was oc. I didn't really cheer the shit out of me. there were like ten billion sad scenes, crying scenes, touching scenes where everything makes your eyes teary. Yeah. There was like plentiful of that. Anyway. I am chapter 4 studying for chemistry, i have 3 more chapters to go, but i want to sleep. How? Sleep la. Study for what, sure fail what. goodbye losers who still uses the computer to blog. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111591259403677375?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111591259403677375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111591259403677375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111591259403677375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111591259403677375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/megawatt-smiles.html' title='megawatt smiles.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111590279864281691</id><published>2005-05-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:59:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supposedly</title><content type='html'>oh yay. i'm so hated. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE HATE ME PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;I AM BACKSTABBER.&lt;br /&gt;I AM 2 FACED.&lt;br /&gt;I AM A DESPO&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;I AM A CREEP.&lt;br /&gt;I AM A JERK&lt;br /&gt;I AM LOUSY&lt;br /&gt;I AM STUPID&lt;br /&gt;I AM IN NORMAL&lt;br /&gt;I CUT MYSELF COS I FEEL LIKE&lt;br /&gt;i meant I CUT COS I WANT ATTENTION&lt;br /&gt;I NEED ATTENTION OR I'LL BE SO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;I ACT CUTE&lt;br /&gt;I ACT TOUGH&lt;br /&gt;I AM POSER.&lt;br /&gt;I AM A FIRST CLASS ACTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IN SHORT, I'M JUST PLAIN FUCKING BAD AND I DONT DESERVE FRIENDS.&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;oh yes. i forgot. i dont have to ask people to hate. they all hate me already. yay! i'm so hated. c'mon start an anti gwen friendster. let the whole world know what kind of a bad person i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111590279864281691?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111590279864281691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111590279864281691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111590279864281691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111590279864281691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/supposedly.html' title='supposedly'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111589699032417367</id><published>2005-05-12T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T19:23:10.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone's changing.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's going on&lt;br /&gt;but i am still left back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.  whatever. that was nonsense. i am suppose to study chemistry and the lousy ionic bonds. but i can't. so i wont.&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/8620544-111589699032417367?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111589699032417367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111589699032417367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111589699032417367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111589699032417367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/everyones-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111582194291173004</id><published>2005-05-11T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T22:32:22.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On hiatus</title><content type='html'>Hello all. i'm blogging with my phone. And it's quite. Hard. And i'm supposed to be doing my math cos i have my paper tomorrow. But i just can think of math. My mind's always drifting off to something else. Other thoughts nothing to do with math or passing the midyears for that matter. WAHAHA. I crack my own jokes. Anyway. Some people should be murdered. Including me. How they do it. I don't know. But make it quick and painless. Oh yes. 200mg of prozac should do the trick. Anyway. i think i should get off the internet on my phone. The bill's gonna blow.                      Out losers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111582194291173004?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111582194291173004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111582194291173004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111582194291173004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111582194291173004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-hiatus.html' title='On hiatus'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111578679218123280</id><published>2005-05-11T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:46:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm everyone's 2faced bitchy ugly smelly fat disgusting talkative bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahya. heck care la. i also dont care about you. hate me then hate me la. I FUCKING GIVE A SHIT OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you know. i always have to act in front of you. must be sympathetic huh. must be angry. must be against somebody. then when you're not there right i'll be so happy. oh yeah. i like be happy. i'll be sad when you are there. ah shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. social studies today. if i can get 3marks i'll be so happy. and when mrs charoo was collecting my paper she asked me, you dont write much do you? then i just look at her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111578679218123280?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111578679218123280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111578679218123280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111578679218123280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111578679218123280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111572400971352139</id><published>2005-05-10T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:20:09.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>danny fired 3 shots in the air.</title><content type='html'>i have too much in my mind. i can't study for ss. wait. i've never studied for ss. sheesh. i was aiming for a 10/25. seems like i wont even hit the 3 point mark. HAHA. but on a note of seriousness. that 10% of functionality in my brain(in everyone elses) has like 9.9999999% taken up by absolutely random, hilarious, obsolete thoughts. i have a pounding headache. Mr. taking back sunday makes me want to cry. Mr. Taking back sunday's voice is sexy. but oh wells. sheesh. really i am not concentrating on my work. i'm really screwed and math tutor he's just here to make money and come at he's convenience. shoot. i'm still pmsing(post menstrual syndrome) i am really having this pounding headache. i am not thinking straight. i am not thinking at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate _______ too.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks i dont know, BUT I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;_________ is being rather, hmmm... friendly these days. I WONDER WHY.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cos _______ is psychoing _________. or maybe it's just cos _________'s birthday is coming up. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i know i am an ugly shit. and i am an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eyesore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just my attitude towards you. &lt;em&gt;FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept my promise and i kept that message from &lt;em&gt;you.  &lt;/em&gt;it was dated 27/3/05. I STILL KEEP IT.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just plain bitchy. whatever la. i really have no idea what i am saying but i am just upset.&lt;strong&gt; i hope you pass your exams with drowning colours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i had a bestfriend where i could trust. i wish i had someone to tell/pour everything out to. i wish i has a bestfriend where i could just tell her everything and she would understand. well, i guess germaine's right, "i have no bestfriend, the world has too many faces."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111572400971352139?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111572400971352139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111572400971352139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111572400971352139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111572400971352139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/danny-fired-3-shots-in-air.html' title='danny fired 3 shots in the air.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111563911471499308</id><published>2005-05-09T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:50:05.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need some love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;my beautiful random person and someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pretty. i saw her filing her work. and i saw her sitting with her legs wide open. ;P &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! i am so pervertic. anyway school was shitty. i fell asleep during english. and i was made to stand then while i was standing i fell asleep again. and everyone laughed at me. sheesh. what must a person do to get some rest. hoho. i love gullermo coria. he's so cute! he's my boyfriend! : ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fayanne rocks! : )))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111563911471499308?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111563911471499308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111563911471499308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111563911471499308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111563911471499308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-need-some-love.html' title='i need some love.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111563910422218212</id><published>2005-05-09T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T19:45:04.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my beautiful random person and someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pretty. i saw her filing her work. and i saw her sitting with her legs wide open. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! i am so pervertic. anyway school was shitty. i fell asleep during english. and i was made to stand then while i was standing i fell asleep again. and everyone laughed at me. sheesh. what must a person do to get some rest. hoho. i love gullermo coria. he's so cute! he's my boyfriend! : ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fayanne rocks! : )))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111563910422218212?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111563910422218212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111563910422218212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111563910422218212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111563910422218212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-beautiful-random-person-and-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111554971854365313</id><published>2005-05-08T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:51:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's the hell pretty one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;i miss you alot.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where you are.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream about you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant get you out of my head.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111554971854365313?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111554971854365313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111554971854365313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111554971854365313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111554971854365313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/shes-hell-pretty-one.html' title='she&apos;s the hell pretty one.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111552917504698167</id><published>2005-05-08T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:12:55.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw my handsome. wahaha! so handsome. mr. guillermo coria. i've been in love with him since. since. a long time ago la. i've got fucking stomach ache.grrrr going for badminton now. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111552917504698167?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111552917504698167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111552917504698167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111552917504698167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111552917504698167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-saw-my-handsome.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111548158824342272</id><published>2005-05-07T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:55:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;MARYANNE SOH XIAO YU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY. WELL YOU'RE ALREADY 15. PLEASE ACT 15 LA! HAHA! I LOVE YOU OK! DONT LEAVE ME OK! HAHAHA! : ))))))) MUCH LOVES! : )))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my idol talked to me today. sort off. she's so comforting. i think she's like the nicest person and coolest person and like. everything! she's like fucking perfect. sheesh. if only were like her. she's ultra smart also. anyway i wasted the day doing NOTHING. well. i read books. walked the dog. alot of times. and all. haha! but i guess i wasted most of my time waiting for my idol to reply. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;to my pretty friend&lt;/span&gt;. dont be so depressed la. it's only yang. haha you're like obsessed over him la wahaha!. nevermind pretty friend. we have each other. haha! : ))) much love to my pretty friend.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;, doing that thing you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking my heart into a million pieces,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like you always do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you, dont mean to be cruel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never even knew about the heartache&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been going through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'm trying trying to forget you girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's just so hard to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time you do that thing you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know all the games you play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm gonna find a way to let you know that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be mine someday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause we, we'd be happy can't you see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you'd only let me be the one to hold you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And keep you here with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm trying trying to forget you girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's just so hard to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time you do that thing you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't ask a lot girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I know one thing's for sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's your love I haven't got girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I just can't take it anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause we, we'd be happy can't you see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you'd only let me be the one to hold you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And keep you here with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it hurts me so just to see you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around with someone new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I know you you're doing that thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day just doing that thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take you doing that thing you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont believe anyone&lt;br /&gt;feels the same way i do about you know.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111548158824342272?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111538959883259584</id><published>2005-05-06T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:26:38.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>danny had to walk in with a gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so you think the whole world revolves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so you think that she's all interested in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so you think she would never check?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;go to hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so you think everyone is very interested in you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so you think everyone want's to know what goes on in you life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Karen Tan. so what if i tell people you are playing in cheers. you are anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my idol's gonna find out anyway. they are gonna publish it. and after they publish it i'm gonna scream to the whole world you are playing. not happy. too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shooot. i think i am really in a bad mood. i'm like pmsing. as in post menstral syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;everyday's so fucked up. i guess the exams fuck people up. or maybe it's just my stinking attitude to life. but i dont know if anyone gives a fucking damn. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;let's just take matchsticks. light it, then blow it out and press it against our flesh and feel the pain. and then your skin starts to bubble and you get a fucking blister. that was so fucking random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wahooo! look just who came to cheer me. nobody! you fucking ass. i am so fucking irritated. maybe a nice game of fucking wiffle ball can fucking cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fucking day was so fucking ruined by zenn eng yu qi. i am so 2 faced. that's right. i am 2 faced. at least i am better than you. fucking 4 face. go throw yourself at some shaun ong whatever. maybe if he doesn't love you or like you the way you do. you can go shave your head go bald. be a mun(monk+nun) everyone is tired of your nonsense. i'm serious. dead serious. i thought you were nice. i thought i could talk to you. i trusted you. i believed you. YOU FUCKING LIED. AND I WAS SO FUCKING BLIND AND FUCKING NAIVE TO HAVE TRUSTED YOU. THANK GOD YOU NOW HAVE NO FUCKING FRIENDS IN SCHOOL EXCEPT FOR YOUR SQUIRMY ACCQUAINTANCES THAT YOU ARE GETTING TO KNOW AND THEY DO THE SAME THING TO THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the fucking day was so fucking terrible. in the morning i saw sad scenes. sad glimpses. really i take pity on this person. though she's done so much and someone claims that she deserves alll she's getting right now.  well... you can always say it's biasness. but who the fuck am i to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. i shall just go jump off the building.or from my classroom. it's just the second floor. i wont die. i wouldn't i couldn't anyway. i really have NO idea why i am so angry. maybe it's sidney sheldon. maybe it's the way i speak. maybe it's the way i am so uneducated compared to the people in my class. maybe. i'm just inferior to all my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. &lt;u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am the strawberry girl, and i deserve more than just strawberries and cream. i deserve much more than that. and the fucking world just ain't ready for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the strawberry girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111538959883259584?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111538959883259584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111538959883259584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111538959883259584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111538959883259584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/danny-had-to-walk-in-with-gun.html' title='danny had to walk in with a gun'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111527776754711797</id><published>2005-05-05T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T15:27:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so screwed right now. i was so generous just now and i gave away $300(actually it's30marks) i gave it to random people in the school. hoho! i hate chinese. and clb. chinese is really damn fucking easy. they have so much time that they can draw a bloody pony and sophistcated potrait of themself on the cover of the bloody question paper. RIGHT RAVINDER KAUR?! HOR MARYANNE SOH?! fuck. i have no idea what triggered the anger in me. maybe it's the fact that i just decided to throw away my future in chinese. or maybe it's THAT letter. oh wells. maybe it's THAT person. oh wells. she's so funny anyway. she loves everybody. anybody who's ultra manly with lotsa of leg hair. chest hair armpit hair oh yes. and manly person with hair all they way at the butt. oomph fuck. it seems like i'm jealous. &lt;strong&gt;YES I AM SO JEALOUS THAT I DONT GET AS MUCH UNWANTED ATTENTION JUST LIKE &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. i'm going to have math tuition at 4. which is another 35minutes from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so funny. i crack my own jokes. and i crack myself up. and i am so pretty and all. damn, i am &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;the strawberry&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please just don't play with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My paper heart will bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This wait for destiny won't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be with me please I beseach you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simple things, that make you run a-way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Catch you if I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/8620544-111527776754711797?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111527776754711797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111527776754711797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111527776754711797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111527776754711797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-so-screwed-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111520298129532703</id><published>2005-05-04T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:52:03.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;last night before i went to bed, i thought about the things i've done. and somehow, i thought that some of the things i've done were wrong. and there were the things that i've done right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things that i've done wrong. too bad. cos i've done it and it's there already. nothing's going change the fact of its existence. but then i also thought, why did i do the wrong thing. i asked myself over and over. it was not cos i was hurting inside. it was not that i was dying for your attention either. when it happened; it happened. that sort of made me figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the good. the good thing was to save. your BLOODY ASS. i wanted to leave it alone but i knew it wouldn't be very nice if you found out about something like that, and i didnt want to see you hurt. and yes. i went to do it. and i did save your BLOODY ASS. and now that i've done it. i feel that i'm not appreciated. and i start thinking and asking myself why i did it what good would come out from it; it doesn't matter much. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;iloveyou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe i should have just left it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two days chasing me around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I go crazy when you're outside of my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel 40 kinds of sadness when you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel the same thing always happens when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i know you're just around the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But just around the corner is not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Open up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like you do your girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you sing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl what you do to me is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me say anything just to get you back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why can't we just try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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;it's a yes or a no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes will leave me wanting for more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no and i guess i'll just have to live with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. HEH.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111520298129532703?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111520298129532703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111520298129532703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111520298129532703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111520298129532703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-night-before-i-went-to-bed-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111511299315137497</id><published>2005-05-03T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T17:36:33.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so overjoyed that my idol is like, willing to talk to me. well. more willing than a month ago or something. i miss my idol very very much. i almost wrote the sa compo on my idol. the question was, write about the person who has made the greatest impact on your life. i almost wrote about my idol! but then if i wrote it, i will seem like i'm some fucking desperate shit. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the papers were ok, i guess. i know i screwed the letter. i was just writing to fill the paper up. it looked so stupid it sounded stupid. like some 3year old kid wrote it. hoho. what to do. i am a 3year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up the whole thing except for paper2. and i heard sandy's grandma passed on. i am really sad for her.  she's still so strong. sigh. she found out after  paper1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SANDY.&lt;/em&gt; I'M REALLY SORRY FOR YOU, NO AMOUNT OF WORDS THAT I'M GONNA SAY. IT'S GONNA MAKE UP FOR THE LOSS YOU HAD. BUT PLEASE. REMEMBER. YOU ALWAYS HAVE A FRIEND IN ME. be strong ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111511299315137497?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111511299315137497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111511299315137497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111511299315137497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111511299315137497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-so-overjoyed-that-my-idol-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111502394624599329</id><published>2005-05-02T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:52:26.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO ANGRY.&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S THIS ANTI SOMEBODY ON FRIENDSTER. AND I AM SO ANGRY.&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY. DONT LIKE THE PERSON TELL THE PERSON STRAIGHT IN THE FACE LA.&lt;br /&gt;DO ALL THESE KINDA THINGS. I START AN ANTI-YOU ACCOUNT FOR YOU AS WELL LA. SEE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT. FUCKED UP ASSHOLES. NEITHER ONE OF YOU ARE GOOD-LOOKING NOR PRETTY STILL COMPARE WITH PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE YOU ALL DIE A TERRIBLE TERRIBLE DEATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM SO ANGRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot la. anyway. i was so pms-y today.  i was pms-ing from 12.15- to almost 1.30.&lt;br /&gt;and during that period of time i was whining. groaning. moaning. crying. salivating and sceaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i am so angry. should have used the computer at that bloody time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMAINE WAS TALKING TO ME. shit. HOHO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111502394624599329?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111502394624599329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111502394624599329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111502394624599329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111502394624599329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-so-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111497092966896836</id><published>2005-05-02T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T02:08:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ivana's so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's fucking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2.15am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EASTON GLOVES ARE SO COOL!  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111497092966896836?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111497092966896836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111497092966896836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111497092966896836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111497092966896836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/ivanas-so-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111493112982667255</id><published>2005-05-01T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:53:27.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh smile at me.</title><content type='html'>ok i haven't been online for the 3 days? yes. how sad. my sister made the computer conk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday.&lt;br /&gt;i went to turf city went to watch softball. very interesting. stephanie budiman and chritabel is funny. haha! we all shared cab. but not stephanie. oh yes. saw kenny. : )) i saw him twice already! maryanne; 0. hhoho! she's so jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday.&lt;br /&gt;went towning with my mother! hoho! she bought perfume. i didn't buy anything. and i went to walk my dog. and i saw her. hoho! she's so pretty ok! : )))))))) ok whatever. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today there's no training. it's so boring. sighh. i'm tired. and i'll be having my english paper on tuesday. excited? YES DAMMMIT. ahha. i'm so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm taking my time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm trying to leave the memories of you behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna be fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As soon as I get your picture right out of my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna feel the way you make me feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna be the only hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You need to hold on to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But every time I call&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I'll never get to call you mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://servedby.advertising.com/click/site=31999/bnum=11111457" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're nothing at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know there's a million reasons why I shouldn't call &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With nothing to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could easily make this conversation last all day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna feel the way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the only hand&lt;br /&gt;You need to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;But every time I call&lt;br /&gt;You don't have time&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll never get to call you mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another lesson I didn't get to learn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're my obsession &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got nowhere to turn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna be the one you hold on to&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111493112982667255?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111493112982667255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111493112982667255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111493112982667255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111493112982667255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-smile-at-me.html' title='oh smile at me.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111460226870447712</id><published>2005-04-27T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:13:30.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i said i don't love you anymore; i'll be lying.&lt;br /&gt;if i said i hated you to the core; i'll be lying even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. ahaha. i dont what was that. bullshit. i am so bored. SO BORED TILL I AM ACTUALLY DOWNLOADING SONGS FOR REGINE. wahaha. anyway, i just thought of weixuan and &lt;strong&gt;gwen goh. &lt;/strong&gt;haha! i feel so retarded. that time she saw me at warren, i was just leaning at the pillar and she was staring at me. I SWEAR. she was staring at me as if milk was leaking from my boobs. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i left my phone in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE! TELL ME I AM SMART!&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DUH-rific! hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am still so infatuated by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all the messages i still keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahh fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you'll never be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111460226870447712?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111460226870447712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111460226870447712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111460226870447712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111460226870447712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-i-said-i-dont-love-you-anymore-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111443782599046065</id><published>2005-04-25T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:09:02.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you put me back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been really sensitive these few days and the words you use, the things you do it all affects me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i be back up there where i used to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll promise you to be the best person there ever could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried and tried again. And everytime you go against me, and now you do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you see; &lt;strong&gt;i am scarred.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so honoured to be able to play in cheers with fayanne anyway. stupid karen tan and lai meiyi. dont friend you all anymore la. fayanne's my new bestfriend. cos she's willing to play cheers with me. PIGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111443782599046065?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111443782599046065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111443782599046065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111443782599046065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111443782599046065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/can-you-put-me-back.html' title='can you put me back?'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111442384166073099</id><published>2005-04-25T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:18:06.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna do the do with you.</title><content type='html'>i was at &lt;a href="http://www.singaporebadminton.org.sg"&gt;www.singaporebadminton.org.sg&lt;/a&gt; got the cheers form. sent into coach. just waiting for fayanne to send in. I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE WOULD PLAY WITH AN IDIOT LIKE ME. OH MY GOSH OK! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am too free. going in search of all these random people's photos.but i know some. and some know me. so it's ok. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hate maryanne because i swear her msn display name is referring to me. and i know it. oh yes. i got my shoes changed. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111442384166073099?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111442384166073099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111442384166073099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111442384166073099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111442384166073099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-wanna-do-do-with-you.html' title='i wanna do the do with you.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111432216800435196</id><published>2005-04-24T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:14:25.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>johnny may never smile again.</title><content type='html'>I still believe in those lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To every broken heart in here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love was once a part, but now it's disappeared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She told me that it's all a part of the choices that your making&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even when you think you're right &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have to give to take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But there's still tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget the sorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can be on the last train home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch it pass the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As it fades away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more time to care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more time, today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we're going nowhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it's not enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing without a reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To ever fall in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if you're listening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picking up on the signals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sent back from within&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it feels like I don't really know whats going on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But there's still tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget the sorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can be on the last train home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch it pass the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As it fades away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more time to care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more time, today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we're going nowhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it's not enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing without a reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To ever fall in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well we sing if we're going nowhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah we sing if it's not enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing without a reason to ever fall in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we're going no where&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it's not enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing with out a reason to never fall in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To never fall in love again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i think this should now be the end.&lt;br /&gt;(21.3.05 - 24.4.05)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111432216800435196?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111432216800435196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111432216800435196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111432216800435196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111432216800435196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/johnny-may-never-smile-again.html' title='johnny may never smile again.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111426844816213860</id><published>2005-04-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T23:00:48.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all in the mind.</title><content type='html'>this morning, i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said to myself, today i am gonna forget you. I am going to forget that i onced loved you. From then on my mind was set, i was all fresh. at first i thought i was all fresh. as time passed by thoughts of you were revived, though whenever they came i brushed them aside. BECAUSE I TOLD MYSELF I DONT NEED YOU ANYMORE.  but sadly. as time went by i didnt "forget" you. i just kept thinking of you, about the things you said, never said and what i want you to say. I was just daydreaming of you for the whole day. and now. i sit here i think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent like tens of thousands of dollars today, i bought a pair of shoes.a perfume. shorts and a pair of socks. so yes. i spent lots and lots of money today. but luckily it wasn't my money. my new shoes rock ok. but the laces are rather long. i bought a burberry perfume. my sister bought the DKNY BE DELICIOUS perfume. IT'S DAMN NICE OK!! SMELLS LIKE A BLOODY GREEN APPLE. I ALMOST STOLE THE TESTER. heheh! but my sis bought a bottle so it didn't really matter. my sister's like bragging about how she got it and all. grr. how irritating. and she's getting on my nerves. and the woman at dfs was really nice, she gave me free samples cos my mum said that i come here to buy perfume all the time. so yeahh. anyway i saw 2 of our school girls there and they were wearing like 10000dollars worth of makeup on their face. how scary eh? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people at pacific plaza were like, really trendy and all. it made me feel. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i think this girl who was from my primary school turned bung. she has some odd bung name like kerzon. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i am happy. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--TIFFANY PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE WENT SHOPPING TODAY AND LIKE. SO LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE TODAY COS I WENT SHOPPING AND LIKE EVERYTHING.... I LIKE BOUGHT REALLY NICE SUEDE SHOES. AND  LIKE REALLY CUTE GREEN SOCKS. ALL THAT? AND I BOUGHT REALLY SHORT FBT SHORTS WHICH ARE LIKE, SOOOOOOO SEXY ON ME. AND I GOT A REALLY SEXY BOTTLE OF PERFUME. IT'S THE BURBERRY BRIT. AND I FEEL SEXY WEARING IT AND ALL. ANYWAY. MISS TIFFANY PERFECT'S GOTTA GO. MAMA PERFECT WANT'S ME TO STUDY. OH WELLS. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT ALL YOU NOT SO PERFECT PEOPLE.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111426844816213860?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111426844816213860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111426844816213860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111426844816213860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111426844816213860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-all-in-mind.html' title='it&apos;s all in the mind.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111418329947823515</id><published>2005-04-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T23:57:32.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today there's 10 more.&lt;br /&gt;total count now stands at... 41.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to run after i came home. yay!&lt;br /&gt;i ran 4km. i swear! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i went to kap after school and we sat there and talked. talked the afternoon away. and at 5.30pm we were talking about a someone, and how she was having training. but then i forgot that today was friday and she would be near kap. and we were talking about her for quite some time. then, BAM! without warning, maryanne and ravinder went home and saw her onto bus. i was frantic cos i wanted to see her more than anyone at that point of time. she was really all that there was in mind at that time. maybe jealousy kicked in when they saw her and i didnt, therefore in my mind. i was in a rage. &lt;u&gt;ok that was nonsense.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went home. i was in the bus alone. by myself. with tens of thousands of other commuters. i got home and all i wanted to do was to runaway. 3lines down the wrist came first. i ran. i ran. i ran. i ran till i couldn't take it no more. i came back. another 7lines down. &lt;u&gt;OH GOD. WHATEVER GWEN.&lt;/u&gt; and now i am here. i tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the girl in the yellow shirt:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've succumbed to temptations, you make it sound so easy but it's not to me however i try. it's really hard; i don't understand why. Would you help me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the girl in the red shirt:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it didn't happen just with a snap of the finger. It didn't happen because of sympathy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever. anyway because you dont care i'll just tell you. all 41 of them are because of you. if you want 70 to match your code. i'll do it. you don't understand how i feel. you never will cos you dont care. It's not about "love" or whatever. i also dont know. all this mixed feelings has gotten to my head. i'm not even thinking right. i am not saying things right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you, but i don't know who are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i'll just have to let you go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;regret? yeah. i regretted too much that i cant count, regretting 1 more time wouldn't kill now, would it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything you'll get is everything that you've wanted, princess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well which would you prefer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My finger on the trigger, or Me face down, down across your floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well just so long as this thing's loaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be like that, I would Give anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but there's still tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forget the sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111418329947823515?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111418329947823515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111418329947823515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111418329947823515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111418329947823515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-theres-10-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111408414781282687</id><published>2005-04-21T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:55:18.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my head there's only you now</title><content type='html'>i had fun all day in school         hurraay!&lt;br /&gt;i ponned softball                        hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i school was fun la. we just played around though them fucked up mid years are like coming already... and i was supposed to go for training until i sort of found out &lt;strong&gt;NOBODY &lt;/strong&gt;was going then lucky small gwen ask me outt. heh! if not i'll be some idiot going for training with the sec1s. haha. anyway, ziping, nicole and me went to small gwen's house we watched doll master. hahaha. and thru out the trip there we were like, miss quek is going to be so angry tomorrow. and then we hi-fived in the mrt. ahya. now i feel bad ok. : ((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And no matter how hard I try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't escape these things inside&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/8620544-111408414781282687?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111408414781282687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111408414781282687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111408414781282687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111408414781282687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-my-head-theres-only-you-now.html' title='In my head there&apos;s only you now'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111400549325293675</id><published>2005-04-20T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:58:13.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today, there are 16more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to town.                 YAY!&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new wallet      YAY!&lt;br /&gt;i am doing my work         YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. from today onwards. i shall always put this yay thing to make me happy. sort off. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i am having a fucking stomache ache. oh yes. my legs are were all fucking aching. the thighs the calves. the groin as well. ( ?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my wallet. it's so nice. and ziping's got the mini wallet. and so she's gonna get the same wallet tomorrow. but the black one. so i'll have her mini wallet. haha. so adorable. we were going crazy over the mini wallet onthe cab back. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about the most private issues in the cab. and even happy people do mutilate themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't have to call.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111400549325293675?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111400549325293675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111400549325293675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111400549325293675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111400549325293675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-there-are-16more.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111392045001330156</id><published>2005-04-19T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:20:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's just do this ONE more time.</title><content type='html'>jamie yeo and carrie chong came to MY SCHOOL.     HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;i hope jamie and carrie remember me!                         HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED MY 2.4!                                                           HURRAY HURRAY HURRAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. this is so retareded. anyway. my whole body's aching like fuck. ok fine the legs only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as of today, i no longer have the mind to think of words to make you love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as of today, i am emotionally scarred; physically scarred as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as of today, i promise to not give up on you till the time comes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont know why i do what i do to myself. you don't see all the contradiction i see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont know what i use to combat such emotions. you dont know how hard it is to see friends against each other. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i really miss you, i really really do. whatever words you say whatever actions you give. i am still gonna keep on trying till the day i finally bleed all i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on Vineland past the candle shrine that melts into the street design&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she waits - for someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tonight she'll give herself away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she'll break apart all by herself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&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/8620544-111392045001330156?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111392045001330156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111392045001330156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111392045001330156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111392045001330156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/lets-just-do-this-one-more-time.html' title='let&apos;s just do this ONE more time.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111383558449839199</id><published>2005-04-18T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:46:24.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>johnny, kenny and benny.</title><content type='html'>I AM SO ANGRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad doesn't allow me to watch desperate housewives though there's only 30minutes of it.&lt;br /&gt;whatever la. i dont care i am going to town on wednesday. i want that wallet and i want to pierce my tragus again. the shit tragus hole closed when i was on holiday at SABAH. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally since after at least 7minutes ago. the super lousy laggy computer finally decided to launch  itunes. the poor ipod. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.  i have to 2.4 tomorrow. and jamie yeo and carrie chong's coming to my school. YES MY SCHOOL! : )) from 9am to 10am. waste time only. come a while longer to see the glamourous me during recess!! i'll do the bimbo talk with sasha zhiyi and ziping la! :(( hahaha&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. wish me luck for 2.4 everyone in softball is like 16minutes. and i am like always walking with my 20+++minutes. heh! oh yes. i am gonna run with my ipod.  i saw people doing it today. heh! &lt;strong&gt;i shall not walk either.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA. i wonder if i could stick to that promise. ;) i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the girl in blue house:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cos i see you with her, it makes me really jealous. Jealous at what? I am not too sure myself, maybe i'm just selfish. I thought i was your only one; I wanted you all to myself.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  (not as in love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for the girl in red house:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe i don't quite get why you avoid me. Maybe i don't quite get why they say you are like "this". Maybe i dont quite get the fact that you wouldn't like me in a million years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe you dont know that whatever you have done; the good and yes, the bad. I've supported you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111383558449839199?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111383558449839199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111383558449839199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111383558449839199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111383558449839199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/johnny-kenny-and-benny.html' title='johnny, kenny and benny.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111374280359528664</id><published>2005-04-17T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T21:00:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to play badminton in the afternoon!  i am soo.. happy! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am like so obsessed with fayanne now ok! (i was obsessed with her ponytail during the south zone tournament) whahaha! fayanne joined the warren sunday training when i wasn't there. heheh! i am joining back. and jun hao's like so good now. but that uziel. isn't really improving. but always buy good racquet. tsk. HEH! oh my gosh ok! i love badminton like. ALOT ALOT ok! :)) my mum asked me to join cheers. she's crazy. haha! no one to partner. unless meiyi or karen wants to. but meiyi will always be like, i need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRR. FAYANNE. shit. i love that name ok. fayanne's like so cool ok! oh stop it gwen. you sound sick. grrrrrrrr. hahah! i wanna murder myself. anyway,  i have like 3 accounts excercises to do and 1 WHOLE math paper. and i am still sittin here using the computer and i am taking the dog to walk later. ohh grrr. I FEEL SO HORNY USING THE WORD GRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the softball people ok. :(( haha. we've been like going out so much. i feel so "glued" haha bonded la! and they are having softball camp. i dont want lehh. i wanna dye my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe you don't already know, tingxi i have a crush on you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really do. And whenever i see you around, you just walk pass me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me feel non-existant; like i don't matter at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111374280359528664?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111374280359528664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111374280359528664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111374280359528664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111374280359528664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/heh-i-went-to-play-badminton-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111356508890285944</id><published>2005-04-15T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T19:38:08.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont want YOU and your ugly soul.</title><content type='html'>GRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness ok. the thought of colleen goh is making me pissed off. i dont know why i dont like her, BUT I JUST DONT!! GRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry to that  GWQ who used to like her. but its just yuck. i dont understand why i even went to search for her friendster profile! EEEEEEE. anyway. i think she's kinda cute now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her hair's much nicer than last time. I SWEAR! and if GTSM went to see it, i guess she wouldn't think so bad of her la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR. this is so contradicting. i am criticising her in the first 2 paragraphs and i am saying good things about her. BAH. so shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahya whatever. do you know i am still waiting to have tuition. and i should have just stayed in town longer lor! GRRR. GRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not many people noticed my swollen face. so it's ok. but it hurts. especially during bio and chem and ss. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a green bottle! : )) it's so cute ok! grrrr. i am so agitated and whiny and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then want to go to king albert park and study. hahaha. and i can't study like that. i'll feel so out ok. the 2 of them are from express and I, THE FUCKING SHIT is in normal. WHY GWEN?! WHY?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. whatever. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111356508890285944?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111356508890285944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111356508890285944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111356508890285944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111356508890285944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-dont-want-you-and-your-ugly-soul.html' title='i dont want YOU and your ugly soul.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111348076400085550</id><published>2005-04-14T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T20:12:44.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BATHURUNISHA IS CRAZY OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went away from the computer at cookery1 she happily came to blog. SHE BLOGGED ABOUT NONSENSE. -points to the post below- WAHAHA! and she threatened to tell miss goh that i was blogging. but heehee! miss goh knew i was blogging cos she saw. HAHA. my blog's name is called gwenday ook. then miss goh laughed. she's uber mean ok. and i got so pissed off looking for a recipe to do the bloody decision making is decided to stop. :)) and so i went into the aesthetics room or whatever you call it la. and started talking to miss goh about &lt;em&gt;random person and anonymous person.&lt;/em&gt; haha! and miss goh told me something quite interesting about &lt;em&gt;random person.&lt;/em&gt; but i sort of find her a lil bitchy now cos, &lt;strong&gt;SHE DIDN'T REPLY MY MESSAGE.&lt;/strong&gt; GRRRR. HOW SHE DARE?!?!?!?! but i dont give a fuck* now. i dont care if you still think i _____ her. i still think she's kind off bitchy though i _____ her. haha! ahh. i am so bitchy. oh yes. joanne koh is the most retarded. and quite thoughtful person i've ever seen. ;) haha! ahh i dont know what i am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT I AM FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HAPPY OK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and also rather sad. :((( boohoohooo.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the anonymous person messaged me right after i messaged the random person. it's like so qiao ok! for a moment i thought i messaged  the anonymous person what i was suppose to message the random person. ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE THE ANONYMOUS PERSON ALOT OK! SHE ROCKS. and &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;LYNETTE&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/u&gt; i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really really really sorry for making you think that i hate you and everything ok! i don't hate you! i am in love with you ;) cos you are the only who makes me horny! WAHAHAHAHA!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but it's not like you even come here and read my blog. :((     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL GET YOU CRUMPLER MATCHSTICKS TOMORROW IF I GO TO TOWN WITH SMALL GWEN. HEEHEE! : ))) HAHAHA! HOHOHO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. I FORGOT TO ADD WHAT HAPPENED TO DURING TRAINING. HAHA. I WAS CATCHING FOR THE PITCHING MACHINE. THEN KIM CHUA WAS BATTING. SHE BAT A FOUL BALL. AND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BANG!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it hit my SEXYFUL** PRETTYFUL**  , BEAUTIFUL FACE. THEN I WAS LIKE. OH FUCK* IN MY MIND.  THEN  OK FINE. IT DIDNT REALLY HIT MY FACE IT HIT MY LEFT EYE. SO HAPPILY MY EYELIDS WERE SHUT TIGHT. I SWEAR I COULDN'T OPEN FOR A WHILE. SO I WAS LIKE TRYING TO SPLIT IT OPEN. :(( THEN OPEN LA. THEN I WAS LAUGHING AND CRYING COS I COULDN'T OPEN IT. AHH. SO FUCKED* UP OK. THEN MY EYE WAS LIKE ALL SWOLLEN AND RED. AHAHAH. THEN WHEN I SAW IT SWOLLEN I WAS LIKE CRYING OK. MY BEAUTIFUL FACE  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SWOLLEN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  CANNOT LA! :(( HAHA! THEN AHYA. WAS SO RETARDED OK. ANYWAY. MY FACE STILL HURTS IF I TRY TO DO SOMETHING FUNNY. HAHA. IT FEELS MORE SUNKEN IN THAN THE RIGHT. AHH WELL. ANYWAY IT'S LIKE MUCH BETTER ALREADY. JUST THAT, THAT THE PART IS RED. THE PIMPLES AARE RED TOO. AND SOME EXPLODED DUE TO IMPACT.&lt;em&gt;  HA HA!&lt;/em&gt;  I HOPE IT SWELLS UP REAL BAD TONIGHT! THEN TOMORROW CAN DONT GO  SCHOOL! : ))))))) I AM SO BENT ON NOT GOING TO SCHOOL. IT'S SO ROUTINE! : (((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cos i am feeling rather vulgar today, but it doesn't really matter cos i am vulgar everyday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** cos there were no  words that i could think of strong enough to describe the beauty of my face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111348076400085550?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111348076400085550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111348076400085550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111348076400085550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;TSK TSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8620544-111344341279350139?l=andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111344341279350139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620544&amp;postID=111344341279350139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111344341279350139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620544/posts/default/111344341279350139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthatswhatyousaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-love-bathurunisha.html' title='i LOVE bathuruNISHA!'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620544.post-111340833524742845</id><published>2005-04-14T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:05:35.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're lucky i dont come here and rant about my life and how "sucky" it is like some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why can't i breathe whenever i think about you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why can't i speak whenever i talk about you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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