<?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-7144821</id><updated>2011-06-18T17:14:39.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neonspark`*</title><subtitle type='html'>.love is sumthin precious n sacred.treasure it b4 it slips away rite b4 yer eyes.[huggiex.n.muackiex]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113967288010485621</id><published>2006-02-11T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:02:49.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my bags are packed, im ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVED! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relink me whoever happens to read this.&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://typo-error.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[love] gillian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113967288010485621?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113967288010485621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113967288010485621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113967288010485621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113967288010485621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-my-bags-are-packed-im-ready-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113619966337447142</id><published>2006-01-02T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:01:04.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODBYE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARLING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been with me for two years already.&lt;br /&gt;i think its time i let the memories go(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in about a weeks' time. so enjoy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113619966337447142?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113619966337447142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113619966337447142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113619966337447142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113619966337447142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye-my-darling-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113611198857723347</id><published>2006-01-01T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T18:39:51.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;UNhappy new year to all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t'day is QUIZZES &amp; FACTS day(:&lt;br /&gt;so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO: ALL GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, &lt;br /&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him, &lt;br /&gt;who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, &lt;br /&gt;who wants to show you off to the world when you &lt;br /&gt;are in your sweats, who holds your hand in front &lt;br /&gt;of his friends, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of &lt;br /&gt;how much he cares about you and how lucky he is &lt;br /&gt;to have you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says,&lt;br /&gt;"...that's her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian EXCLAIMS; isnt this just so AWW? a perfect gentleman i declare.&lt;br /&gt;does he even exist? -sighs-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ ONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;theme- What feeling are you trying to hide?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RESULT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ForsakenxDemon/quizzes/%3A%3A.What%20feeling%20are%20you%20trying%20to%20hide%3F.%3A%3A%20(awesome%20pictures!)/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/FO/FOR/ForsakenxDemon/1135978272_essoflove3.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8c18e7c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt; ::.What feeling are you trying to hide?.:: (awesome pictures!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian EXCLAIMS; its sad; but true/:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ TWO:&lt;br /&gt;theme- What Type of Intelligence do you have? 8 different results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RESULT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SH/SHI/Shippohugger/1129836481_ntsresult1.jpg" border="0" alt="result 1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your a Verbal Linguistic. Your probably pretty good&lt;br&gt;at expressing yourself. You love to read and&lt;br&gt;write and sometimes wish you could become one&lt;br&gt;with your books or peices of writing. Your&lt;br&gt;strong point in school is probably english. You&lt;br&gt;should become a Writer of somekind maybe a&lt;br&gt;novelist or a news paper writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Shippohugger/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Intelligence%20do%20you%20have%3F%208%20different%20results.%20-*-*-cool%20anime%20pictures-*-*-/"&gt; What Type of Intelligence do you have? 8 different results. -*-*-cool anime pictures-*-*-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian EXCLAIMS; hahaha. me? a novelist? HAHA. my novels would never SELL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ THREE:&lt;br /&gt;theme-What Kind Of Love Do You Show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RESULT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SP/SPO/spookykidabc/1129424750_onlightkjg.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8bc3e24)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Dark lover. Love is not always a bright&lt;br&gt;and happy thing, but you see the beauty in it&lt;br&gt;being dark as night. You find romance and&lt;br&gt;passion with those who can appreciate you more&lt;br&gt;darkened out look on love. But be careful, if&lt;br&gt;you give out the vibe that your heart is black&lt;br&gt;and cold, you just might scare off your true&lt;br&gt;love. Its okay to be dark, as long as you keep&lt;br&gt;in mind that love has many different ways to be&lt;br&gt;expressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/spookykidabc/quizzes/What%20Kind%20Of%20Love%20Do%20You%20Show%3F(With%20Pics)/"&gt; What Kind Of Love Do You Show?(With Pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian EXCLAIMS; -pouts. so true man. i love the picture. so HOT(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;theme-Title: Which Of The Main Elements Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RESULT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AN/ANE/aneesha222neo/1130169834_esfantasy5.jpg" border="0" alt="earth"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are... Earth!&lt;br /&gt;Joy, peace and love is all you want out of life.&lt;br&gt;You're a naturalist and love life. You're calm&lt;br&gt;and content. Mother Nature is the one you turn&lt;br&gt;to. You believe that all questions have an&lt;br&gt;answer; all you've got to do is find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Goal: World Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality: Approachable, Lovable, Kind and&lt;br&gt;Considerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideal Weapon(s): Bow and Arrow (although you'd&lt;br&gt;prefer not to use it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life To You...: ...is only complete when you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colours: Basically all of them but your main ones&lt;br&gt;are; Greens, Browns and Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creature(s): Unicorn and Griffon. (you love all&lt;br&gt;nature but these are your main ones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: 'Peace rules the day, where reason rules the&lt;br&gt;mind.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/aneesha222neo/quizzes/Which%20Of%20The%20Main%20Elements%20Are%20You%3F%20(Beautiful%20Pictures!)%20(Updated!)/"&gt; Which Of The Main Elements Are You? (Beautiful Pictures!) (Updated!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian EXCLAIMS; i love quizzes! they are SO TRUE(: GORGEOUS PIC EH? :DD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;theme: do you love him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RESULT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/philsaxy/quizzes/Do%20you%20love%20him%2Fher%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PH/PHI/philsaxy/1136105033_atarshello.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8d343b8)"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Do you love him/her?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian EXCLAIMS; -frowns &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you? are you okay? are you safe? how was your&lt;br /&gt;new year? are you happy? are you smiling? did you think&lt;br /&gt;of me? all these are the questions i would like to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;if only i knew how i could talk to you. i msged you four &lt;br /&gt;times already. none of which you replied. its been three&lt;br /&gt;days since we talked. im so confused without knowing&lt;br /&gt;if you are back safely in singapore. maybe you are ignoring&lt;br /&gt;me. maybe it was your plan to cut off all contact with me&lt;br /&gt;after you left perth. but i just would like to know that you're&lt;br /&gt;safe. once i know that, i promise if you want me to leave,&lt;br /&gt;i would. just stop making me ask myself questions that &lt;br /&gt;only YOU have the answer to. this silence is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;where are you hansel cao. where are you. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113611198857723347?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113611198857723347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113611198857723347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113611198857723347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113611198857723347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/unhappy-new-year-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113596786612909720</id><published>2005-12-31T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:37:46.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know im wasting my time away, i can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;cause im falling so deep for you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellohellohello.&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i last updated.&lt;br /&gt;so im doing so now(:(: hmms. t'day nothing much&lt;br /&gt;happened. we had c.o for the whole day! quite boring/:&lt;br /&gt;and taking into consideration the fact that i had only &lt;br /&gt;TWOHOURS of sleep last night, i wasn't cranky at all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite part of the day was when it was LUNCH!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. who went to lunch? :DD&lt;br /&gt;GILLIAN&lt;br /&gt;FANGQI&lt;br /&gt;JIAJIA&lt;br /&gt;PEIYI.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt know where to eat, so we OPENED NUMBERS.&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaha. i was sakae sushi, yoshinoya then mosburger.&lt;br /&gt;it was absolutely hilarious. in the end, we ate at SAKAESUSHI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rocked man. we ate 13 plates of sushi in total. was so FULL.&lt;br /&gt;and happy as well (:(: -skips around- ohyes. then after we ate,&lt;br /&gt;fangqi &amp; i went to buy the cake from the swiss bakery, while jiajia&lt;br /&gt;&amp; peiyi headed to minitoons to get presents for people :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, fangqi and i chose the CHOCOLATE FUDGE CAKE(:&lt;br /&gt;and the guy asked me this "umms, do you want any candles?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: -ponders &amp; thinks to self WHYNOT(:- okays. ummms.&lt;br /&gt;ME: i'll take ONE BIG CANDLE and umm.. -stares at fangqi-&lt;br /&gt;ME: four smaller ones. thankyou(:&lt;br /&gt;FANGQI: -absolute blank stare at me-&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. the only reason why i stared at fangqi was because i &lt;br /&gt;forgot her age. wahaha. i keep thinking she's two years younger :D&lt;br /&gt;OHYEAH. we didnt have a lighter. LMAO(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached school at about 1:30 &amp; mdm foo shocked the crap out of &lt;br /&gt;me. i nearly screamed when i heard her voice from upstairs XD&lt;br /&gt;practice was actually kinda boring. kept playing wrong and weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;jiajia was super nervous &amp; that didnt help one bit/:&lt;br /&gt;AHHWELLS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake tasted weird. the layer on the top tasted like BLUEBERRY.&lt;br /&gt;-everyone agreed with me on that :)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked with shiyu to my grandma's house :DD had lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;talking and laughing at people along the way. love huangshiyu lah(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhs. school is starting in 3 or rather TWO days time/:&lt;br /&gt;haven't done my homework finish. not really going to bother :DD&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to panic for no good reason(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my baby's safely on the airplane now(:(:&lt;br /&gt;flying back home yeahs. arriving in s'pore at 0710.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to be able to see him &amp; hug the crap out of him :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then/ goodbyees(:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113596786612909720?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113596786612909720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113596786612909720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113596786612909720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113596786612909720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know-im-wasting-my-time-away-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113552615617764712</id><published>2005-12-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:55:56.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;the highlights of this year 2005.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-secondary three camp.&lt;br /&gt;-valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;-cny class room decorations.&lt;br /&gt;-cny celebrations in class.&lt;br /&gt;-chinese orchestra performance at blk 66 marine parade&lt;br /&gt;-dunman high chinese orchestra concert&lt;br /&gt;-run for fund.&lt;br /&gt;-singapore youth festival competition.&lt;br /&gt;-kc family day.&lt;br /&gt;-penang trip in early june.&lt;br /&gt;-percussion outing to mr ngoh's performance.&lt;br /&gt;-china trip with kcco members.&lt;br /&gt;-mr ngoh's pizza hut treat for percussion.&lt;br /&gt;-kc's evening of music dance &amp; drama.&lt;br /&gt;-book and music week.&lt;br /&gt;-founder's day.&lt;br /&gt;-teacher's day celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;-victoria school's evening of music &amp; drama.&lt;br /&gt;-petrocket programme/ launching.&lt;br /&gt;-last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;-marine parade library cip.&lt;br /&gt;-channel u show "you hua zhi shuo" lets shoot.&lt;br /&gt;-harry potter: goblet of fire releases in cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;-chinese orchestra camp.&lt;br /&gt;-salvation army cip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;2006- hectic &amp; stressing year/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;will you take my hand &amp; be by my side forever?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113552615617764712?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113552615617764712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113552615617764712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113552615617764712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113552615617764712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/highlights-of-this-year-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113545226065755278</id><published>2005-12-25T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T03:24:20.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1140342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/320/P1140342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;`MERRY &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;CHRISTMAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;EVERYONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;had christmas dinner with my relatives today(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;was super fun. i think it was the best xmas dinner i had EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i got drunk after few glasses of red wine. wahahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;enjoyed laughing thoroughly. i talked to myself XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i think i went like this-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"oh this is so pretty but its not green, oh shaddup gillian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and my auntie annie said "okay. gillian's really drunk. hahaha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAHLAOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;when you're around;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;everyone else seems to disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i love you my baby &lt;3&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/7144821-113545226065755278?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113545226065755278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113545226065755278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113545226065755278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113545226065755278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-merry-christmas-everyone-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113535967776480323</id><published>2005-12-24T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:41:17.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you with every beat of my heart. ilu&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you even know that im missing you?&lt;br /&gt;do you feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;do you know im giving up everything for you?&lt;br /&gt;do you know im waiting here for you?&lt;br /&gt;do you know i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i really do-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113535967776480323?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113535967776480323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113535967776480323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113535967776480323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113535967776480323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113524542565157635</id><published>2005-12-22T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:23:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;this post is dedicated to ernest eu [:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yesterday's post was TOO BRIEF eh.&lt;br /&gt;i shall elaborate for the sake of &lt;em&gt;someone.&lt;/em&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday- met ernest at orhcard mrt and we&lt;br /&gt;walked together to pacific plaza &amp; i started to ring&lt;br /&gt;bells first cause eehwee was late/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while ringing for a while, ernest came back after&lt;br /&gt;eating breakfast at macs. we started messing around&lt;br /&gt;with the bells &amp;amp; simply just went mad. talked about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;not donating&lt;/u&gt; , having no regular income, ringing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;pathetic spolit bell, making fun of the flyer man opp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;street magic. DOTS man. hahahaha. but it was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;funny way to start the last bellringing day[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ooh. it rhymes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hoooray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;eehwee sneezed over thirty times, and she decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that she wanted to ring the bell forever cause she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sounded. well, quite weird &amp; she didnt want to spread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;whatever germs she had to strangers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;well then, how about me? /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-shrugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it felt quite good not having to ring the stupid bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but this time there was too many people making fun of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;us ringing the bell. one malay guy even wanted to ring the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;bell. it was obviously a dare. eehwee didnt give in to him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;though.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she's so brave. hahaha[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;there was this nice person who donated fifty bucks straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;rocks man[: and they were A LOT of people who donated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ten dollars. people were super nice yesterday. i have no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;why. but its good lah :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;in the last hour of bellringing, eehwee kept telling me s'pore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;horror stories man. one was cool. the other- plain sick and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;freaky man. she's damn weird la. hahahaha. but still;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i love my friend[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;then ernest came back to find us at around five minutes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;past six pm. and this is where the uncontrollable laughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;begins.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;he was kp-ing about this woman from smrt who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ticked him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;off for bringing a slurpee into the train station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and another man&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i think asked for his ez-link? hahaha. the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;woman told his friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that she was going to call his school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;wahlaos. damn funny for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-so sorry ernest :DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;after laughing A LOT, we went to the toilet at pacific plaza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;heading to borders. met this little bespectacled boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;who was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;super hilarious too man. i was looking at the back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;of this book when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i heard something like this-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;boy: wahhh! dan brown's angels and demons book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;boy: wahhh. so BIGGGGGGGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i turned around to see who was saying that, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;when i say the little boy there placing his hand all over the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;book. i couldnt help but notice that ernest (who was near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the boy) was staring at him too. hahahaha. we looked at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;each other and then started laughing like crap man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;couldnt stand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh yes. i read this adobe photoshop book too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;DAMN. its too good man[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;went home with eehwee after borders. ernest went to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;find his friend somewhere in orchard cause he didnt have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;his house keys. haha. eehwee went off at dhoby ghaut and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i alighted at raffles[: finally got a seat on the ride home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i was EXHAUSTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;while walking home, i saw my daddy so i walked home with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;him. hahaha. today is nothing unusual. just that ginger (my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;tuition teacher's dog) was super cute! the maid was bringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;her behind for a wash. and she kept lying down on the floor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;looking at me with sad and reluctant eyes. awww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i love ginger[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it rained like crap just now. and had to walk all the way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;from 15 bus stop. super long way. was half-drenched by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i reached home. thank god i wore sandals instead of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;slippers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;thank god[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;IVE GOT A FUNNAY QUESTION FOR EVERYONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;what goes around the world, yet stays in one corner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;C'MON WRECK YOUR BRAINS[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-ernest eu. dont be a spoiler and tag my board with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the answer yah. haha[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you looked great today, you really did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what difference does it make, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you look this good every other day?&lt;br /&gt;-an ernest eu original-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;where is the goodlooking flyer guy? [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sugarsugar- i keep missing you&lt;3&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/7144821-113524542565157635?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113524542565157635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113524542565157635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113524542565157635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113524542565157635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-post-is-dedicated-to-ernest-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113518178366743873</id><published>2005-12-22T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:16:24.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ITS A BETTER DAY[:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at orchard earliest again.&lt;br /&gt;walked with ernest to pacific plaza.&lt;br /&gt;started bellringing fifteen minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;ernest donated some coins &amp; tried to ring bells.&lt;br /&gt;continued ringing bells ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;people were really generous today.&lt;br /&gt;many donated ten bucks and one donated fifty!&lt;br /&gt;ringed bells with eehwee till six.&lt;br /&gt;ernest came and told us about slurpee[:&lt;br /&gt;eating and drinking on the train is not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;went to borders with eehwee &amp; ernest.&lt;br /&gt;read retarded books; laughed at a kid. stoned.&lt;br /&gt;bid farewell to ernest &amp; took train with eehwee.&lt;br /&gt;eehwee stopped at dhoby ghaut/ i stopped at raffles.&lt;br /&gt;got a seat on the train to pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;listened to my mp3 all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;updated msn for macintosh. the new one rocks.&lt;br /&gt;talked to ernest; talking to hansel online.&lt;br /&gt;going to sleep in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;have tuition tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent christmas cards.&lt;br /&gt;done tuition homework.&lt;br /&gt;done with salvation army cips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not done with mp library cips.&lt;br /&gt;not done holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;not done christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;not done revising this year's work.&lt;br /&gt;not done enjoying the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, the "not done" has outweighed the "done".&lt;br /&gt;im a failure/:&lt;br /&gt;but im still going to try[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7144821-113518178366743873?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113518178366743873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113518178366743873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113518178366743873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113518178366743873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-better-day-arrived-at-orchard.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113508159791216521</id><published>2005-12-20T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:26:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ITS A BAD DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the most farked up week ever.&lt;br /&gt;hardly anyone donated.&lt;br /&gt;weird people from "true spa" are staring.&lt;br /&gt;more people are mocking us.&lt;br /&gt;we hardly have any time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;legs are aching like crap.&lt;br /&gt;there is only one blardy chair.&lt;br /&gt;arms are about to dislocate and run away from me.&lt;br /&gt;the public is staring but no one is donating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how bad things are.&lt;br /&gt;if someone ever turns to you and say&lt;br /&gt;"salvation armt cip is SO MUCH FUN"&lt;br /&gt;slap them and ask them to go and die.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more day left to the DREADED CIP.&lt;br /&gt;thirteen days to school reopens/:&lt;br /&gt;four days to rayray's return from sabah.&lt;br /&gt;five days to christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE SUCKS.&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/7144821-113508159791216521?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113508159791216521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113508159791216521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113508159791216521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113508159791216521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113500800549861198</id><published>2005-12-19T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:00:05.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-mister lau&lt;br /&gt;-daphne khoo&lt;br /&gt;-patricia mok&lt;br /&gt;-st pats guys from fri.&lt;br /&gt;-nice man who yet again gave us&lt;br /&gt;all his spare change.&lt;br /&gt;-little baby boy who refused to&lt;br /&gt;let go of the coin[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mysteries of people.&lt;br /&gt;its a bad day/&lt;br /&gt;and you're still not here&lt;br /&gt;/: im sorry i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113500800549861198?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113500800549861198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113500800549861198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113500800549861198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113500800549861198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/mister-lau-daphne-khoo-patricia-mok-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113491706904777726</id><published>2005-12-18T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:51:34.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess that when you said &lt;font color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;it really meant that you were&lt;br /&gt;never &lt;br /&gt;coming&lt;br /&gt;back/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a &lt;u&gt;BORING&lt;/u&gt; day/&lt;br /&gt;i woke up really late &amp; all. i think at 12pm? /:&lt;br /&gt;yeahs -shrugs. i just really felt like lazing the whole day away.&lt;br /&gt;ate chickenrice for brunch. it was good[:&lt;br /&gt;and then i read the library book i borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;:the healing time of hickeys. god it SEEMED nice.&lt;br /&gt;but the ending was really rubbish man/:&lt;br /&gt;screwed up'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my chinese homework from 4 till 6 plus.&lt;br /&gt;felt damn tired/ like i was old or something. must be&lt;br /&gt;because of all the CIPs that ive been doin the whole holiday.&lt;br /&gt;-sighs and i watched joan of archadia plus last part of gilmore girls.&lt;br /&gt;it felt good since it has been a long time since i watched them[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is LOTR part II; woots man. things could not get any better.&lt;br /&gt;and gwen told me that shiyu has found THE ONE. thats good[:&lt;br /&gt;it took quite some time. but i guess in the end. &lt;br /&gt;its going to be &lt;b&gt;WORTH THE WAIT&lt;/b&gt; [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorrow is another day of ringing bells for 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;-pouts. do you think i can listen to my mp3 while ringing?&lt;br /&gt;doubt so. feels a little disrespectful to the public too. though i&lt;br /&gt;highly doubt that they would care. but i know &lt;u&gt;I WOULD&lt;/u&gt; [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go already.&lt;br /&gt;its been another lonely day without you/:&lt;br /&gt;hope you are happy &amp; smiling.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait; i know you would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;every &lt;br /&gt;little &lt;br /&gt;thing&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you like fuck lah/:&lt;br /&gt;-pouts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113491706904777726?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113491706904777726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113491706904777726' title='0 Comments'/><link 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when i love you, i love you-&lt;br /&gt;a little more each day.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess the wait is the only thing-&lt;br /&gt;that kept me going[:&lt;br /&gt;imissyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7144821-113483667356448354?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113483667356448354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113483667356448354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113483667356448354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113483667356448354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-you-cant-quite-match-your-clothes.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113474695512982395</id><published>2005-12-16T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:29:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF0033"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;the salvation army/ IM A BELLRINGER&lt;/u&gt;! [:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#990099"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early today: had salvation army CIP[:&lt;br /&gt;went to lucky plaza really early with eehwee.&lt;br /&gt;sam foo came; followed by caroline :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as we were talking &amp; waiting for the timothy&lt;br /&gt;guy to come, this salesman came and approached us.&lt;br /&gt;he was promoting this perfume/ we were his first customers![:&lt;br /&gt;he was damn funnay &amp; his promoting skills is whoa.&lt;br /&gt;hahas. he went like this "do you know how much this STUPID &lt;br /&gt;bottle costs?" haha. and to think he was promoting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said we were the only friendly ones[:&lt;br /&gt;and he also said a lot of funnay and surprising stuff.&lt;br /&gt;he asked if we were atheletes &amp; said we looked like those&lt;br /&gt;kind of "smart-hardworking kind". hahahaha. all of us &lt;br /&gt;turned to each other &amp; laughed so much. the poor guy&lt;br /&gt;was left clueless. hahahaha[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam foo, me and eehwee bought the perfume for our &lt;br /&gt;mommies and after that, the salesperson went off to find&lt;br /&gt;some business/ and me and eehwee headed to pacific plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there/ the timothy guy was already there,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for us[: i helped him take the donation stand down;&lt;br /&gt;we wore our aprons, took the bell and calender-voucher&lt;br /&gt;in hand AND we started our bell ringing[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bell initially sounded damn irritating &amp; ear piercing.&lt;br /&gt;but see, im from percussion so im used to loud sounds[:&lt;br /&gt;so i enjoyed ringing the bell, quite thoroughly. muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;overall, about 80 people donated. not bad for out first time[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;here's the list of the nice people who donated&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-the first nice caucasian man who gave us all his change! (A LOT)&lt;br /&gt;-the two ABC kids who was SUPER ADORABLE [:&lt;br /&gt;-the students from an american school i guess? (they were funnay)&lt;br /&gt;-the nice couple in which the guy asked what school we were&lt;br /&gt;from and said "katong convent? oh, good job!" [:&lt;br /&gt;-the nice man who said to me as he donated "this is for that sweet&lt;br /&gt;smile" awwww. sweetness[:&lt;br /&gt;-the nice old man who donated and said "good job ladies!" :DD&lt;br /&gt;-the nice business man who donated $10 bucks and sniggered away.&lt;br /&gt;-the nice guy who came out from pacific plaza &amp; donated [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i cant really remember anymore people.&lt;br /&gt;should be around there. and there was this one group of ppl.&lt;br /&gt;cant stand them. they were TOO MUCH, they made fun&lt;br /&gt;of the ringing and the sound, nevermind. but they walked&lt;br /&gt;pass and HELPED THEMSELVES to the calenders thing;&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT DONATING. blardy pissing off larh. NO MANNERS.&lt;br /&gt;NONE AT ALL. faggots larhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH YES! seow eehwee dropped the bell THRICE.&lt;br /&gt;amazing yeah. she is absolutely weird[:&lt;br /&gt;and there was this weird guys who "stalked us" in&lt;br /&gt;the pacific plaza after cip. scary place pacific plaza is.&lt;br /&gt;there is like tons of people looking down from the &lt;br /&gt;above levels. super scary i tell you/: ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND AND AND;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my sugarfrost got into...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VJC! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy for him; congrats[:&lt;br /&gt;and guess yeaps, we'll see each other at least ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;i hope :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go for now/&lt;br /&gt;have MP library cip tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;going to drink starbucks coffeee. muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and oh yes! to those who donated and ran away&lt;br /&gt;without accepting the calendar card thing we were&lt;br /&gt;giving away, YOU'RE MISSING OUT! wahahahaha!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="gray"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that you don't like me more than just a friend/&lt;br /&gt;but still, i can't control my feelings. i do like you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry though, i will never admit it to you.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't put you in a spot and make u decide[:&lt;br /&gt;cause i promised you that i'll smile.&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou/itsyoui'vealwaysbeenwaitingfor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`8days till rayray's return![:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113474695512982395?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113474695512982395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113474695512982395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113474695512982395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113474695512982395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/salvation-army-im-bellringer-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113463325475558790</id><published>2005-12-15T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T15:54:14.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got scolded by my mother last night.&lt;br /&gt;vulgarities and everything. so depressing/&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i cried.&lt;br /&gt;or rather; its because i held back my tears.&lt;br /&gt;for too long i guess. the tears keep&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming me last night. i didnt stop&lt;br /&gt;for at least an hour. i wished there was &lt;br /&gt;someone i could talk to/ a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; werent there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh/ right now, im not allowed to use the com.&lt;br /&gt;when my mother is around that is. and sadly.&lt;br /&gt;she is off for the whole of this week.&lt;br /&gt;tmr i cant come online either; because i have&lt;br /&gt;cip; the ringing bells thing/:&lt;br /&gt;saturday i also have cip at marine parade library.&lt;br /&gt;monday/ tuesday/ wednesday: ringing bells.&lt;br /&gt;when we will ever talk again?&lt;br /&gt;-maybe not ever again. its upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays are ending.&lt;br /&gt;the homework is imcomplete.&lt;br /&gt;the stress is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;i cant smile anymore/ &lt;b&gt;i don't have a reason to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wish benji really exists. i dont mind delusional.&lt;br /&gt;it helps me stay sane/ or not):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113463325475558790?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113463325475558790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113463325475558790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113463325475558790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113463325475558790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/got-scolded-by-my-mother-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113457908998321458</id><published>2005-12-14T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:51:30.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/chi-i%20only%20want%20you.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/320/chi-i%20only%20want%20you.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;went for mister siow's tuition today.&lt;br /&gt;yes! &lt;u&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/u&gt; ohwells/:&lt;br /&gt;i did quite a lot of amaths trigo i think[:&lt;br /&gt;feeling quite accomplished. and AGAIN-&lt;br /&gt;i was the last to go.&lt;br /&gt;-pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fried rice for lunch (YUM!)&lt;br /&gt;and then i went online- and YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;guess who was online? the one and only&lt;br /&gt;SUGARFROST[: we talked from about 2pm i think&lt;br /&gt;to about 10:30pm. woots. now then i realise&lt;br /&gt;we are really talking A LOT [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAUSE IM ENGAGING! [:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to a lot of people today. its good.&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to love talking and smiling a lot.&lt;br /&gt;good influence from hansel. haha. but some weird&lt;br /&gt;things are happening man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;things i wished for a very long time to happen;&lt;br /&gt;are starting to happen slowly..!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so freaky i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;-people are reading my profile and adding me into&lt;br /&gt;msn and friendster XD (hansel and brandon)&lt;br /&gt;-darren asked me to stead with him.&lt;br /&gt;-marc apologised for letting me down &amp; gave&lt;br /&gt;some hints like he wanted me back/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is crazy, but when i talk to my sugarfrost,&lt;br /&gt;i forget all my problems. he's a real funnay &amp;&lt;br /&gt;good listener[: -to hansel: COMPLIMENT LEH! haha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well/ im bored. so lemme post a part of our convo&lt;br /&gt;that i thought was funnay[: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gillian- &lt;b&gt;| `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hansel- &lt;b&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                    I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:29:48 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   im holding a magic wand[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                     I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:29:52 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:29:53 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   fake that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:29:54 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                     I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:30:00 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   hahahahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:30:05 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   my sis bought it from spotlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:30:09 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   its so PRETTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                      I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:30:10 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   for what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                       I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:30:11 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:30:17 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   it has this star on the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                        I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:30:23 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   i'll get you a tiarra one day, maybe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:30:27 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   with a lot of diamnonds thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:30:28 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   hahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:30:29 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   oh! my friend has that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:30:30 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:30:33 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   for my wedding??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:30:34 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   hahahahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:30:40 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   awww. u be the bestman!. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:30:41 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   0.o tiarra for wedding??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:30:44 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:30:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:30:46 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:31:00 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   nah. doubt my fiance will want XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:31:01 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   i'll marry and idian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:31:04 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:31:07 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:31:10 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   will want what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:31:15 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   *indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:31:22 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   HAHAH really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:31:30 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   will want u as the best man XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:31:56 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   why? why wouldnt he want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:32:08 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   and yes i think bollywood women are hot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:32:11 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   will some of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:32:32 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   -jaw drops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:32:38 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   invite me to your wedding ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:32:43 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   i wanna eat tandoori chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:32:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   mm mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:32:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:32:46 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:32:54 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   you'll be one of teh important people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:33:07 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:33:17 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   why wouldnt your fiance want me as bestman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:33:22 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:33:31 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   cause u smile too much XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:33:39 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   and steal his limelight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo;  YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:33:49 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   wahahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:33:51 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:34:08 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   omg darling.. you dont get gf and get limelight for smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:34:09 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:34:32 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   HHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:34:36 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:34:47 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   and you smile a lot too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:35:02 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   so you prolly have many suitors and model agencies ring you all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:35:03 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   noo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:35:06 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   hhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:35:07 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   (: according to you theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:35:18 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   ((:&lt;br /&gt;   life iss good according to your hypothesis (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:35:23 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   hahahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:35:25 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:35:29 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   if only-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:35:33 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:35:34 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:35:39 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   all of lifes what ifs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:35:42 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   lalalla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:35:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   yeaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:35:51 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   but life is as sweet as it gets. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:35:58 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   -i met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:36:03 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:36:07 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   AWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:36:10 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   me too[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:36:38 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (: says: (9:36:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   feeling all aww-y again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.a.n.s.e.l [fire sju]                                                          I'm a narcissist and I'm proud (:  says: (9:36:46 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:37:15 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   yeaps[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|    `xoxo; okay. i'm not going to moodswing anymore/ YOU make everything alright[: says: (9:37:30 PM)&lt;br /&gt;   [[[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113457908998321458?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113457908998321458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113457908998321458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113457908998321458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113457908998321458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-went-for-mister-siows-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113450166415357150</id><published>2005-12-14T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T03:24:55.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/blog%20stuffs%20twoo/yourock.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/blog%20stuffs%20twoo/conversationone.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellos[:&lt;br /&gt;today is boring day II&lt;br /&gt;haha. i did &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; but slack &amp; go for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;tuition was funnay. eugene was called &lt;u&gt;eungenomoto-san.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was absolutely hilarious to me cause i imagined a sumo.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mrs siow read the story she wrote and illustrated.&lt;br /&gt;my god. i felt that it was so touching; sweet &amp; sad that tears&lt;br /&gt;couldnt help but well up in my eyes. she was so afraid when&lt;br /&gt;she saw that i was on the verge of crying ): hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rest of the day, i spent online and &lt;u&gt;reading newspapers.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hansel would be proud. now wouldnt he? -beams&lt;br /&gt;and its amazing. i talk to him about 6 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;we must really click[:&lt;/b&gt; never noticed how long it was.&lt;br /&gt;just felt that i've known him for quite some time already/&lt;br /&gt;ama&lt;u&gt;zing.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talk a lot. about everything/:&lt;br /&gt;he drew stuff for me &amp; i drew stuff for him.&lt;br /&gt;it isnt so bad to have a nice friend who seems to care.&lt;br /&gt;wells. its late. time to tuck in.&lt;br /&gt;i did geog btw. thats good. right?[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i keep forgetting what i want to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;run away &amp; hide. we're more different than we seem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s:&lt;/b&gt; thanks sugarfrost for your testimonial.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know what to say. i do have moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;like i said, its just me. but the way you describe me,&lt;br /&gt;its like im so fragile/ im tougher than i seem.&lt;br /&gt;-peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;11 more days till rayray is back from OBS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113450166415357150?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113450166415357150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113450166415357150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113450166415357150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113450166415357150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/hellos-today-is-boring-day-ii-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113440999865602626</id><published>2005-12-13T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:53:18.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I WONT FALL FOR YOU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont try and make me love you/&lt;br /&gt;cause i know you wont love me.&lt;br /&gt;enough; &lt;u&gt;is enough.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113440999865602626?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113440999865602626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113440999865602626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113440999865602626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113440999865602626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wont-fall-for-you-dont-try-and-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113439794628181730</id><published>2005-12-12T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:57:30.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`marika! why did you make me do this? haha.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind[: its sounds funn.wooots(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rules of the game: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post 5 weird and random facts about yourself, &lt;br /&gt;then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this. &lt;br /&gt;dont forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their blog &lt;br /&gt;and tell them to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. im claustrophobic&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm always frowning for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;3. i absolutely love green! -neongreen.&lt;br /&gt;4. im a camera freak[:&lt;br /&gt;5. i burp really weirdly &amp; loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 people to do this&lt;/u&gt;:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rayray, darren, huangshiyu, caroline, samfoo [:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for mister siow's tuition today; at eleven.&lt;br /&gt;it was crowded at first, then it had only 6 people left[:&lt;br /&gt;nicholas kang sat next to me. oh, lucky me /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate chaichee minced meat noodles for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;it had a lot a lot of chilli in it! yummilicious[:&lt;br /&gt;then trotted off to laoshi's tuition. as usual- &lt;b&gt;LATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laoshi was pretty pissed with me and jean,&lt;br /&gt;cause half the time, we were both clowning around.&lt;br /&gt;and i doddled all over laoshi's rough paper. totally doodled over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love words[:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ahpoh's house; and managed to convince eugene to&lt;br /&gt;let me use the computer[: im good eh. hahas. no one nice was online/&lt;br /&gt;then hansel came online. haha. the &lt;b&gt;talkative pumkinpie&lt;/b&gt; -winks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting happened today. everything was dull and dreary.&lt;br /&gt;im missing ray. he's constant lame-ness &amp; sms-es/ sighh.&lt;br /&gt;lets have a &lt;b&gt;countdown&lt;/b&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;12days till rayray comes back from OBS/SABAH!(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113439794628181730?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113439794628181730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113439794628181730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113439794628181730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113439794628181730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/marika-why-did-you-make-me-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113432226327439605</id><published>2005-12-11T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T01:31:08.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WENT shopping with my eldest sis today.&lt;br /&gt;super fun larhs. she is a queen at shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a purple skirt for CNY &amp; a black&lt;br /&gt;racerback top from U2. we took NEOS too [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ahhhs!&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;:oohs. i cut my hair as well.&lt;br /&gt;-no comments though.&lt;br /&gt;bleh/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`anyway; i really wish you all the best ernest.&lt;br /&gt;friends forever[:&lt;br /&gt;i made a new friend today- hansel cao.&lt;br /&gt;four words to describe him:&lt;br /&gt;-funnay&lt;br /&gt;-chim&lt;br /&gt;-weird&lt;br /&gt;-talkative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. i like making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;especially TALKATIVE friends.&lt;br /&gt;and he does talk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEE[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to rayray:&lt;br /&gt;takecare at your obs sabah trip okays?&lt;br /&gt;-BIGHUGS- stay safe too. xiaowei will be praying for you[:&lt;br /&gt;rmb my obs shirt too yeah! ;DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113432226327439605?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113432226327439605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113432226327439605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113432226327439605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113432226327439605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-shopping-with-my-eldest-sis-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113431101885744191</id><published>2005-12-11T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T22:23:38.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess who's posting today???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nopes, aint gillian, i wouldnt ask such a question if i were gillian would i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiyu? OMG? shiyu doesnt have access to this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(scroll down to see who is this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEMORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY,  good, this must be gettin irritating...erm...that't right, I am Jiehao, hawhawhaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? who's Jiehao? Ray la duh~~~Ray Wang Jiehao, see? ya, that't right, now get that into your head!!! jkjk...im nt so demanding, u dun rmb me i oso dun care, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies, gillie requested that i post in her blog, since im leaving for sabah tml, OB(Outward Bound) Sabah, yups...and i will only return on the 24th of December, that't right, about 2 weeks of departure from S'pore, and...ba da ba ba ba, im lovin it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies, i juz did sth lyk a card, wif pics of gillie and ondre, yups...in case i miss home, juz look at it, i will feel betta 1, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies so...for what happened tis evening, check my blog k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...juz wanna add 2 wat i blogged, this afternoon i had a haircut and my hair is shorter nw, omg...how short isit gonna get man...nvm...im talkin 2 myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess...tts all la, yups, dun miss me peeps out there, i will b back 1, so dun worry, HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113431101885744191?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113431101885744191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113431101885744191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113431101885744191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113431101885744191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/guess-whos-posting-today-nopes-aint.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113423509859061408</id><published>2005-12-11T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:18:18.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had cip today.&lt;br /&gt;met this really cute little boy again.&lt;br /&gt;colin[: he's really cute and funnay man.&lt;br /&gt;brightened up my day tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at this ramen &amp; dumpling place.&lt;br /&gt;horrible meat &amp; veggie dumpling. &lt;u&gt;horrible.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw richenda and calista while there too[:&lt;br /&gt;bought yummy strawberry yoghurt drink.&lt;br /&gt;watching castaway now :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;people i talked to today:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raywang.&lt;br /&gt;seoweehwee.&lt;br /&gt;eileentan.&lt;br /&gt;ronald&lt;br /&gt;darrentan.&lt;br /&gt;brendon.&lt;br /&gt;huangshiyu.&lt;br /&gt;jasongay[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha- dont laugh at the last name okays.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'm watching castaway right.&lt;br /&gt;and there is this scene in which its raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;and my mother said this: (only ppl who watched this &lt;br /&gt;show will understand it. hurhurs.) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mummy: wahh. he bring rain wherever he go ah..&lt;br /&gt;my second sister: hahahaha. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;mummy: then he should go to india when go drought ah.&lt;br /&gt;mummy: (evil chuckle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end/ goodbye[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;till now;&lt;br /&gt;the girl who you keep in your heart-&lt;br /&gt;i know who she is already.&lt;br /&gt;why wouldnt you just finally tell me the words i long to hear?&lt;br /&gt;the words saying that the girl in you heart;&lt;br /&gt;that girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T ME?&lt;br /&gt;why are you scared?&lt;br /&gt;im not scared anymore.&lt;br /&gt;im too numb/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113423509859061408?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113423509859061408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113423509859061408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113423509859061408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113423509859061408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/had-cip-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113413009740009669</id><published>2005-12-09T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:08:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;today's events:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laoshi's tuition.&lt;br /&gt;lunching with eugene.&lt;br /&gt;combine practice in gym.&lt;br /&gt;walking home with shiyu.&lt;br /&gt;xboxing with eugene.&lt;br /&gt;blogging now[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im satisfied&lt;/strong&gt; with today.&lt;br /&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;why do people i dont fancy, like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and why do people i like, are not sure if they feel the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-sighs&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/7144821-113413009740009669?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113413009740009669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113413009740009669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113413009740009669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113413009740009669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/todays-events-laoshis-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113403900449359436</id><published>2005-12-08T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:50:04.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellos[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog about yestereday &amp; today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for &lt;strong&gt;mister&lt;/strong&gt; siow's tuition at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty much crowded; but luckily&lt;br /&gt;there was an empty seat beside &lt;strong&gt;eugene&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my bestest cousin[:&lt;/strong&gt; so i happily sat down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was super funnay lah. always kena from&lt;br /&gt;mister siow for not knowing his&lt;strong&gt; indices&lt;/strong&gt;. sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i helped him to solve. so easy man! haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay if i don't know how to do it, i might as well&lt;br /&gt;go back to secondary one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to tampines mall at around 2.45pm to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fangqi &amp; peiyi&lt;/strong&gt; at the mrt station. as usual, i was&lt;br /&gt;the last one to arrive. hurhurs. then we all headed&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;strong&gt; mos burger&lt;/strong&gt; for late lunch[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent like 45 mins there; just laughing and&lt;br /&gt;talking. keke then as we were about to leave,&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;bunch of ah lian wannabees&lt;/strong&gt; came and sat at the&lt;br /&gt;table beside us; they kept giving us weird glares-&lt;br /&gt;think it was because fangqi was wearing the KC&lt;br /&gt;school uniform. &lt;strong&gt;like whatever :DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always put all wrappers, cups, rubbish back into&lt;br /&gt;the basket after i eat finish. so fangqi &amp; peiyi followed&lt;br /&gt;suit. then the auntie who came to clear the table went&lt;br /&gt;(looks at us putting the rubbish into the basket)&lt;br /&gt;"wah, &lt;strong&gt;xie xie ni men&lt;/strong&gt; ah. ni men zhen hao, zhen guai.&lt;br /&gt;xie xie, xie xie. zhen de hen xie xie ah. man man zhou ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bye bye&lt;/strong&gt;~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fangqi murmured "&lt;strong&gt;of course, KC girls what&lt;/strong&gt;" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;the ah lians were so stunned that the eyes were still fixed&lt;br /&gt;on us as we left the place/ &lt;strong&gt;we rock laa&lt;/strong&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fangqi &amp; peiyi had to go home by 4:30pm so we walked to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;century square&lt;/strong&gt; to try out the new neoprint machines&lt;br /&gt;there[: and it was quite empty &amp;amp; big compared to pretty&lt;br /&gt;in tokyo at tampines mall. it was &lt;strong&gt;pure delight&lt;/strong&gt; man :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried machine after machine; laughing our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;scrambling for new poses; and screaming at the machine&lt;br /&gt;for choosing the wrong pictures/ in total we tried &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;machine in an hour. &lt;/strong&gt;we're so amazing i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i love my&lt;strong&gt; kc percussionists&lt;/strong&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst: there was this hot guy in &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; plastic specs sitting on&lt;br /&gt;the railings of the bus stand. SHUAI DAI LE. [[:&lt;br /&gt;-okay im done &lt;strong&gt;raving &lt;/strong&gt;over the hot guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for &lt;strong&gt;missus&lt;/strong&gt; siow's tuition (notice how much i love&lt;br /&gt;my neighbours that i go for tuition almost every single&lt;br /&gt;day eh?) at around 12:15pm. was so irritated cause i&lt;br /&gt;sat in the middle and everytime someone wanted to&lt;br /&gt;go toilet or go home, i had to stop whatever i was doing,&lt;br /&gt;get up, and pull the chair up so that they could pass&lt;br /&gt;through. and those &lt;strong&gt;ingrates&lt;/strong&gt;! didn't even say thanks.&lt;br /&gt;except for the minority. and &lt;strong&gt;one victorian&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray &lt;/strong&gt;would be &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt; eh?[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i did &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; chapters of chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;it was about the&lt;strong&gt; haber and contact process&lt;/strong&gt;; water&lt;br /&gt;pollution; air pollution and all those kind of stuff&lt;br /&gt;concerning the environment and industries.&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting. but but but- i still prefer the&lt;br /&gt;chapter &lt;strong&gt;acids, bases and salts&lt;/strong&gt;/ rocks[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after tuition i remembered that (lets just call tt&lt;br /&gt;person 31 yeah) 31 wrote something at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to &lt;strong&gt;check it out&lt;/strong&gt;. and indeed it was there. a&lt;br /&gt;whole long "letter" written in the green tunnel place.&lt;br /&gt;i took about 5 mins to read everything. and after i&lt;br /&gt;finished, lets just say- i was &lt;strong&gt;speechless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo; spammers. do eveyryone a favour. &lt;strong&gt;GET A LIFE&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/7144821-113403900449359436?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113403900449359436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113403900449359436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113403900449359436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113403900449359436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/hellos-i-shall-blog-about-yestereday.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113388458142636015</id><published>2005-12-06T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:56:21.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE FIRST DATE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so simple &amp; yet so special (:&lt;br /&gt;`ilovebenji-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the busride with ray;&lt;br /&gt;the laughing with percussionist;&lt;br /&gt;the sneaky before-dinner meal;&lt;br /&gt;the being with that someone special;&lt;br /&gt;the handphone picture of the sunset;&lt;br /&gt;the honeydew pearl milktea;&lt;br /&gt;the lovely day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113388458142636015?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113388458142636015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113388458142636015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113388458142636015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113388458142636015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113378118882411682</id><published>2005-12-05T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T19:45:56.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite a while since I last updated yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;hurhurs. A LOT OF THINGS HAVE HAPPENED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too lazy to write okays :DD so i'll just list the events and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;HIGHLIGHTS!&lt;/strong&gt; -winks-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KCCO CAMP `05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;flag-making with team green!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;running around the school with an apple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blending the fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;sneaking away to throw the papaya ;carolyn ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sectional practice-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;practising gun he tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and learning the snare drum part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;amazing race-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;trying to eat a hanging-in-mid air donut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eating tomyam spaghetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cheating with the help of peiwen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;drinking coke with one straw in the cup;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and the other out of the cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bathing in the sec three level toilet with my team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;writing warm fuzzies to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;seated soccer in the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;getting really really wet and dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;trust walk &amp; getting splashed with flour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yummy dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;performance at night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;swing girls (and a guy) movie in the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sneaking around the school at 12am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;playing sparklers at the semicircle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;playing old maid &amp;amp; listening to music from hp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;taking pictures using hp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;gossiping and laughing till 1am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;getting caught by mdm foo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;getting SCOLDED by mdm foo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;talking with huiping till 3.30am in darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;sharing sleeping bag with shiyu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;station games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;piercing a satay stick thru a balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;winning third place amongst teams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;exchanging angel&amp;mortal gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;getting my warm fuzzies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;going home for a long slumber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CIP &amp; DINNER ON &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cip at marine parade library.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;had cip as usual. but started really late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at around 2:40pm cause i woke up late. heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;too tired from camp larhs (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lucily not much shelving to do and another girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;was also shelving the kids section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so its like easing our burden. whees man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rayray came to do hwmk at around 3 plus of 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;couldnt really remember. heehees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we went for dinner at parkway pastamania.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ray had chicken sausage linguine; eehwee had hawaiian pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i had carbonara. it was quite good :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was quite late already so eehwee went to get her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bubble tea and she walked me and rayray to the bus stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rayray's 135 came first before 15 so he went home earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some old people just dont have manners.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bus ride on 15 all the way home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was queueing to get onto number 15 and suddenly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a whole HORDE of middle and old aged aunties barged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;infront of me. if they didnt barge and intentionally &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;squeezed infront of me, i would have let them go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;first anyway- i respect my elders. but they were like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;plain KIASU. blardy hell. i got really pissed man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thankfully i managed to get a seat in the backrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i sat in the middle so i could get out easier later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and two middle aged aunties purposely sit next to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and SQUISH me. blardy hell i was FUMING MAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so i PURPOSELY lift up my handphone and typed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"some fking old people just dont have any manners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;they simply abuse their authority" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(somewhere among these lines la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cause i was hoping any one of the aunties beside me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;would read it. and true enough, the one on my right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;read what i wrote and i think she was paiseh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SERVES HER RIGHT! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, later on as the bus travelled further, all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aunties alighted and some guys boarded and seated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;everywhere in the seats infront of me. i didnt really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;care about them cause i was busy listening to my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;smashing songs in the discman (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then i couldnt help but notice that the young beng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kept turning around and looking at me. his ahbeng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;friends also. blehness man. guys are freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when it came to temasek poly, the bunch of three guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;came all the way to behind where i was sitting and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sat beside me. (i wonder. of all places, why come squeeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;next to me LAH?) wth lorhs. hahas. then suddenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the young beng's two friends came and sat on my right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wahlao. they had seats already lorhs!! whats this mannnnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so i acted cool and listened to my music- it rocks mann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when people got onto the bus, they kept staring at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i wanted to stand up and say "not i sit in the middle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wan!! is they sat next to meee!" but dont wanna make a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;scene XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113354028125259882</id><published>2005-12-02T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T00:18:01.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian's comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlaos. so upsetting man. hurhurs! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5B2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're an Expert Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/expert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity&lt;br /&gt;You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian's comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. so- who wants to kiss me?? just joking mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian's comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true man. and i DONT MEAN the eunuch part o_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Science&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/passed.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 7/8 correct!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian's comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing feat for me lehhs. kekeke (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Yellow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/yellow.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a cheerful, upbeat blogger who tends to make everyone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great storyteller, and the first to post the latest funny link.&lt;br /&gt;You're also friendly and welcoming to everyone who comments on your blog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian's comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure whether i should trust this -ponders. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Dublin Mudslide Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/dublin-mudslide.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't remember any of this in the morning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian's comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what kinda ice cream this is. yeah yeah- im deprived. whatever XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/tin-man.gif" height="28" width="250"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/"&gt;What Rejected Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian's comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sobs. im rejected. but why? silver nice what :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9900" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD79A"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/not-scary.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian's comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahkaos. WHAT YOU MEAN IM NOT SCARY. -pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B6B6C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Swedish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/swedish.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastisk! You're laid back about learning a language - and about life in general.&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful, beautiful Sweden is ideal for you... And you won't even have to speak perfect Swedish to get around!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian's comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn SPANISH. so i can scold people really fast!&lt;br /&gt;and they wouldnt have a clue about what i said (:&lt;br /&gt;scandalous eh. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillian's comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really AH? im fussy meh? come to think of it; i think i am very fussy.&lt;br /&gt;OHWELLS (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113354028125259882?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113354028125259882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113354028125259882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113354028125259882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113354028125259882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/keys-to-your-heart-you-are-attracted.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113326667123397502</id><published>2005-11-29T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:26:19.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DENISE&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/320/P1130334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130333.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130382.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is what i do during tuition XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/320/P1130382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130355.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130355.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130355.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130355.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130355.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iabsolutelyloveGREEN! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130355.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/320/P1130355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130363.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130363.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition time =  picture mania?? [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/320/P1130363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my triple science cousin- all time XBOX gamer.&lt;br /&gt;*dia0s*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113326667123397502?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113326667123397502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113326667123397502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113326667123397502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113326667123397502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-denise-this-is-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113315233534910459</id><published>2005-11-28T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:32:15.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITEMS TO BRING ALONG FOR C.O CAMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st day- 30th nov 2005 (wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;report at 9am at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;please ensure that you have taken your breakfast before coming to school.&lt;br /&gt;Be dressed in your PE T-shirt with pinafore, school shoes and KC socks.&lt;br /&gt;Bring 2 school T-shirts and PE shorts&lt;br /&gt;Paper and pen&lt;br /&gt;Personal medication&lt;br /&gt;Your instrument and its necessary accessories&lt;br /&gt;Water bottle with your name labelled on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd day &amp; 3rd day- 1st and 2nd dec 2005 (thurs and fri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;report at 9am at the gym on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;please ensure that you have taken your breakfast before coming to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Be dressed in your PE T-shirt with pinafore over, school shoes and KC socks&lt;br /&gt;-2 T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;-2 pairs of socks in dark colours&lt;br /&gt;-2 pairs of KC socks&lt;br /&gt;-1 set of pyjamas/nightwear&lt;br /&gt;-Undergarments&lt;br /&gt;-Sweater/Jacket&lt;br /&gt;-Slippers/Sandels&lt;br /&gt;-Bathing Towel *compulsory*&lt;br /&gt;-Toiletries (comb, shampoo, soap, sanitary pads, toothbrush and toothpaste etc.)&lt;br /&gt;-Sleeping bag&lt;br /&gt;-Music scores for performance&lt;br /&gt;-paper and pen&lt;br /&gt;-torchlight&lt;br /&gt;-personal medication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-angel and mortal presents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(im only posting it here in case anyone claims they dont know&lt;br /&gt;what to bring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up late today.&lt;br /&gt;and missed mistersiow's tuition.&lt;br /&gt;he sure going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im going to abstain from blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;or rather; from using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;im getting ADDICTED again.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;byeees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is to richenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-BIG HUGS-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't cry anymore okay babe?&lt;br /&gt;things will get better over time yeah?&lt;br /&gt;i know that it will.&lt;br /&gt;time heals all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;and im sure that; one day your mummy will approve&lt;br /&gt;of you &amp; arthur's relationship (:&lt;br /&gt;be strong!! i'll be here for you if you need me (:&lt;br /&gt;loves;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113315233534910459?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113315233534910459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113315233534910459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113315233534910459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113315233534910459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/items-to-bring-along-for-c.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113310546484699504</id><published>2005-11-27T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:31:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS HARRY POTTER DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched harrypotter &amp; the goblet of fire.&lt;br /&gt;some parts were funnay; some parts were sad.&lt;br /&gt;overall. i rate the movie ; 8 outta 10 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really lazy to blog a lot right now.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll not go into details about t'day.&lt;br /&gt;after watching the movie; had lunch at the dimsum&lt;br /&gt;restaurant in tampines mall. called dai tin fung.&lt;br /&gt;should be called that. i can't really remember,&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont really like the food. cause it came late,&lt;br /&gt;and the meat &amp; fried rice; tasted super &lt;u&gt;weird.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, my two sisters and rayner left tampines mall.&lt;br /&gt;while my mummy daddy and i went to do some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;we went to popular first and at yamaha, there was this dude;&lt;br /&gt;melvin goh who was performing on the electone. rawks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT THE CD &lt;u&gt;FORT MINOR.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around popular aimlessly cause my amaths TYS was&lt;br /&gt;out of stalk. bought two pens and a file. i just wanted to get the crap&lt;br /&gt;out of there. guys were started to stare at me. and stalk me.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to esprit to renew my membership for free and got 20% off.&lt;br /&gt;i bought this pretty dark green shirt with fading colour designs on it.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT (: and i tried this pink pretty top; but i didnt buy it cause its too&lt;br /&gt;TRANSLUCENT. hate it when it happens ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorrow i have two blardy tuitions. &lt;br /&gt;mistersiow at night am;&lt;br /&gt;laoshi at two pm- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is some of my inner frustrations that i've decided to let out:&lt;br /&gt;(psst: if it offends anyone. im sorry. im being really frank)&lt;br /&gt;dont read if you dont know me. you wouldnt understand =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blardyhell.allbecauseofthefriggincocamplarh.&lt;br /&gt;doubtthereisgoingtobeanyuseofthecamplorh.&lt;br /&gt;wastingtime.imeanwhatstheuseofgoingtocamp;&lt;br /&gt;andplayinggameslah.NOidontwannabondwith&lt;br /&gt;myjuniors.i'drathertheyrotanddie;savesmethe&lt;br /&gt;troubleofhavingtoteachthemandscoldthemall&lt;br /&gt;thefriggintimelarhs.itsliketheydonthaveabrain&lt;br /&gt;oftheirown.ormaybetheyjustdontuseitveryoften.&lt;br /&gt;okaymaybenotatall.godhaswastedabrainonmy&lt;br /&gt;juniorswhichmighthavebeenputtogoodusefor&lt;br /&gt;peoplewhoactuallyusethem,andwantthemman.&lt;br /&gt;itsironic.howmyjuniorscanseethatimstruggling&lt;br /&gt;carryingalltheinstruments,yettheydonthelpme.&lt;br /&gt;and whentheymovedONEinstrument,theystand&lt;br /&gt;atacornerandtalkamongstthemselves.ithinkthey&lt;br /&gt;arereallyspastic.okay;maybetheytakeaftersome&lt;br /&gt;oftheirseniorswhoEXAMPLIFIESthesamelaziness.&lt;br /&gt;imnotmentioningnames;butimsurethey'reguilty&lt;br /&gt;ofwhatthey'vedone.iwondersometimeswhyim&lt;br /&gt;BLESSEDwithsuchhardworkingandnicejuniors.&lt;br /&gt;whycantijustgetnormalonesthatsomehowmaybe&lt;br /&gt;thinks?iknowimevil;&lt;br /&gt;butforgiveasmypatience&lt;br /&gt;HAS WEARED THIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;soaking in your darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113310546484699504?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113310546484699504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113310546484699504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113310546484699504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113310546484699504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-harry-potter-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113302722008762692</id><published>2005-11-27T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:47:00.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TODAY IS MEETING WEIRD PEOPLE DAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to library a little earlier cause eehwee wanted to do ss.&lt;br /&gt;arrived at around one fifteen; was extremely shocked to see SO MANY&lt;br /&gt;kiddos siiting on the floor; and the chairs where in a circular shape.&lt;br /&gt;like there was an activity going on or something. and YES. there was&lt;br /&gt;an activity about to take place. the Ronald Macdonald- reading is fun prog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i never laughed so much before.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/blog%20stuffs%20twoo/mac2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`ronald macdonald singing (if you read a book today x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/blog%20stuffs%20twoo/mac3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`MORE singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually he wasn't that bad. he spoke really clear and good english.&lt;br /&gt;but it was just really irritating the way he tried to get the kids to participate.&lt;br /&gt;so poor thing. and he spoke really LOUDLY. i was trying really hard to think!&lt;br /&gt;but couldnt really- all because of the stupid red yellow and white man singing&lt;br /&gt;downstairs lorhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were up on the mezzanine level. at the computers there. it was nice (:&lt;br /&gt;but like eehwee said. "the ants are having a party" haha! they looked like they were.&lt;br /&gt;we ended up doing a paragraph and two lines before heading to CIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/blog%20stuffs%20twoo/multimediacom.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`as you read. poor computers. haha! im retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/blog%20stuffs%20twoo/me-eehwee.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`there's always time for pictures, even when you're doing hmwk! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/blog%20stuffs%20twoo/mezzaninelevel.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`this is considered VERY NEAT, you should check the KIDS level. its A MESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP started at 2:15pm for us cause i took too long to tie my hair.&lt;br /&gt;yeahs. im a BIG VAINPOT. whatever. hahas. and it was so scary when i came out.&lt;br /&gt;cause when eehwee was taking the cip slips out from the file, i went to&lt;br /&gt;put my bag in one of the drawers; and when i was standing at the drawer,&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy in orange, standing at the entrance of the library. he was&lt;br /&gt;STARING at me. but i just thought :heck la. he just glancing. so i bent down to &lt;br /&gt;arrange my bag nicely inside. when i stood up; he was standing infront of the&lt;br /&gt;counter, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. i was totally FREAKED OUT. i quickly scrambled&lt;br /&gt;to eehwee so i could like have an "excuse to turn around". and when i was heading&lt;br /&gt;to eehwee there; the guy at the staircase was staring down at me. FREAKY LAH/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were shelving the paperbacks on the first floor; i noticed eehwee talking to&lt;br /&gt;somebody. so i thought it was her friend. i continued shelving the "b" books.&lt;br /&gt;when i went back to the cart to collect more books to shelve, i noticed two guys;&lt;br /&gt;one quite chubby, and the other tall and tanned. was the ones talking to eehwee.&lt;br /&gt;but dont know why i was in a HECKCARE mood. so i just ignored their presence &amp;&lt;br /&gt;took the books i wanted. when SUDDENLY; eehwee nudged me really HARD. &lt;br /&gt;and i exclaimed really loudly "WHAT LARH?" hahas. so embarressing lorh XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out that the two guys wanted some reccommendations on books that were&lt;br /&gt;similar to books written by dan brown. i didnt really pay attention when they said that.&lt;br /&gt;so i thought they wanted dan brown's books. i think i was REALLY MOODY. so i said this.&lt;br /&gt;"DON'T HAVE LARH" and they went "oh no no no.. we dont want dan brown. we want &lt;br /&gt;something similar. cause we just started reading this kind of books and we want to&lt;br /&gt;know other kinds". &lt;u&gt;the lamest excuse ever.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ITS LIKE YOU WANT TO PICK EEHWEE UP; USE BETTER PICKUP LINES LARH.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T ACT LIKE A SPASTIC &amp; ASK US TO FIND BOOKS FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE NOT AN ENCYCLOPEDIA OKAY? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. maybe eehwee is, im not :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst: don't ever ask me where is ______book. I HAVE NO IDEA. im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really library-deprived when i was young. as well as in my early teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt shelve children's books the whole day. only about 6/10 of the time bahs.&lt;br /&gt;and while shelving, this plump plump boy asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyboy: "uumms. do you know where i can find asterix comics?"&lt;br /&gt;gillian: [thinks] "oh! its downstairs at the teenage level. at the side there okay??"&lt;br /&gt;boyboy: "umms. okays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only later did i realise that ITS NOT THERE!!&lt;br /&gt;eehwee told me its in the kids section. other side. bleahs man.&lt;br /&gt;i had to run down, and bring the boyboy back up. and eehwee is UGH.&lt;br /&gt;when i reached up; then she tell me and the boy, that there are NO MORE&lt;br /&gt;asterix comics. WHAT THE |||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway; after that- all was good cause the librarian was super nice;&lt;br /&gt;and she let use choose what carts we wanted to do. so we did all the easy ones!!&lt;br /&gt;we stopped at about 5:30. but stayed on till 6 plus in the mezzanine level to&lt;br /&gt;do the ss poem. we finished it! yippee. with about 6 stanzas &amp; 18 lines ((:&lt;br /&gt;we rock LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we reached KFC; it was time for eehwee to GO!! so saddening.&lt;br /&gt;soo i had to eat my dinner by myself. so poor thing right? i know..&lt;br /&gt;HURHUR. took bus alone AND walked home alone. sighhs.&lt;br /&gt;LONELY ME. haha. im rubbish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im FINALLY watching harry potter tmr..&lt;br /&gt;and going out to eat lunch. `whoopie doo. dortslah.&lt;br /&gt;going off now. tired and its 1:46am. holy crap. byeees (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113302722008762692?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113302722008762692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113302722008762692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113302722008762692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113302722008762692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-is-meeting-weird-people-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113291606620358346</id><published>2005-11-25T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T19:03:59.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1130055.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/320/P1130055.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRTHDAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NANDA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DANIELLE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i did for my sister's birthday which is TODAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;i did it from 11 plus till about 12:45 in the night. had pink sparkly&lt;br /&gt;glitter all over my short, legs, floor, table, carpet, everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;madness&lt;/u&gt; i tell you. hurhurs. but i guess it was worth it. i like the&lt;br /&gt;end product anyway. copyright reserved by surfie inc! yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had mr siow's tuition. was the only idiot wearing a jacket i guess.&lt;br /&gt;for a very long time, the room was clearly divided between girls and boys.&lt;br /&gt;the boys were on the right side of the room, and all the girls on the left.&lt;br /&gt;until- jude came and sat right next to me. i prefer jude sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;rather than any other guys. because jude is always stoning. so even if i&lt;br /&gt;break my pencil lead, and it &lt;em&gt;flies&lt;/em&gt; to his paper, he would never notice it (:&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of stoners eh? hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sneezing a lot now. the wind is getting stronger and some arse on the&lt;br /&gt;fan to the third speed. though im freezing my guts out, im too lazy to move&lt;br /&gt;my heavy arse off the chair to changed the speed of the fan. the disadvantages&lt;br /&gt;of being SO lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr might be going to ee hwee's house before heading to the library to do&lt;br /&gt;the stupid social studies homework thing. we're doing in pairs cause we're&lt;br /&gt;simply just to lazy to use our brains and think of one whole poem ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i think i just told everyone about my BAD SIDE. heck larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really talking a lot of rubbish right now. oh wells. anyways, im really&lt;br /&gt;super bored as i changed my dp every two minutes, just to try and relieve my&lt;br /&gt;boredom. but to no avail. maybe i was less bored after rayray entertained me&lt;br /&gt;with his GREAT puppeting skills eh. hahas. im so mean larh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll go now. pretty late. and i've been using this computer.&lt;br /&gt;for a fair bit already. my sister is at thea's drama performance.&lt;br /&gt;hope its a success (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell him i love him (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna kiss you while watching the sunset.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;iloveyou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113291606620358346?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113291606620358346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113291606620358346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113291606620358346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113291606620358346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-to-nanda-danielle-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113282628945368059</id><published>2005-11-24T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:58:09.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PSLE RESULTS DAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people at my tuition are freaks.&lt;br /&gt;especially the psycho-nerd-girl who got 27_ smth for her PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;and those others who got A*s for four subjects.&lt;br /&gt;the people at my tuition are freaks ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really &lt;u&gt;DEMORALISED&lt;/u&gt; just listening to the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;219.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is my PSLE aggregate. i got all As.&lt;br /&gt;low; spastic; fluke As i guess. pffts. im self-critising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess the results kind of spurred me to study harder.&lt;br /&gt;i was encouraged by my PSLE results `cause i thought i'd get 1__.&lt;br /&gt;so i studied really hard for throughout sec one and two.&lt;br /&gt;and i got into triple science `which sucks. honestly.&lt;br /&gt;but in secondary three. i think i just got really lazy.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i kept failing.&lt;br /&gt;i know im lazy.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant help it =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. i got new spectacles yesterday. feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;it hasnt a single screw attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;meaning: its damn fking fragile.&lt;br /&gt;(apologies for the vulgarities; im not in a good mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did finish general wave properties TYS.&lt;br /&gt;thank god/ alleluia (:&lt;br /&gt;its easy wad.&lt;br /&gt;-rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im really crazy, psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;maybe schizophrenic. rahs.&lt;br /&gt;how about psycho-schizo? &lt;br /&gt;`inspired by the exorcism of emily rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to: if i kissed you; corrinne may.&lt;br /&gt;i think she rocks like crap. her voice is crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;you can hear every single word man.&lt;br /&gt;rocks larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;my favourite parts.&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;if i kissed you; would fireworks fly.&lt;br /&gt;would angels sing with lollipops; would dinosaurs cry.&lt;br /&gt;would babies all gurgle with laughter &amp; surprise.&lt;br /&gt;if i kissed yoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you could be one in a million;&lt;br /&gt;you could be the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'll never know if i never try;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll just have to grab u in my arms and kiss you.&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i kissed you; would you lose track of time?&lt;br /&gt;would you feel the surge of happiness running up your spine.&lt;br /&gt;would you run naked in the street; with a tattoo of my name on your behind?&lt;br /&gt;oh. if i kissed yoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all the rubbish i have for t'day.&lt;br /&gt;excuse me while i go vandalise my neighbour's car.&lt;br /&gt;go away NOW (:&lt;br /&gt;FKLIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113282628945368059?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113282628945368059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113282628945368059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113282628945368059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113282628945368059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/psle-results-day-people-at-my-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113274366131722609</id><published>2005-11-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:48:26.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#9900CC"&gt;i dreamt of someone last night.&lt;br /&gt;dreams are often opposite of whats real.&lt;br /&gt;but i pray hope that there is such an person.&lt;br /&gt;wearing a faded dark blue shirt and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;just held me tight &amp; whispered words of assurance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;he simply just swept me away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lord-&lt;br /&gt;please don't let him be just another hazy figure in my dreams/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY'S NEWS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. sorry for the summarizing yeahs. im too LAZY;&lt;br /&gt;to recall and to type everything out :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up really early at around six something.&lt;br /&gt;daddy fetched me to siglap center for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;was eating yummy kway-chup when i saw a woman running.&lt;br /&gt;like really fast! so i turned to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;and my gawd- the woman was none other than MS CHAI!&lt;br /&gt;i nearly choked on my noodles. she was running really fast.&lt;br /&gt;and she jay-walked. or rather jay-ran. hahaha! im spastic.&lt;br /&gt;guess she was heading to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached ahpoh's house, i immediately plonked on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;and drifted to lala's land. hurhurs. the weather was super nice to&lt;br /&gt;have a deep sleep lorhs. but tuition had to spoil it all :/&lt;br /&gt;when it was 9:05, i dragged myself off the sofa and went off to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was drizzling heavily and i was wearing really short shorts. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;of all days, it had to rain THAT day. im a really unlucky person i guess.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i made it to tuition quite dry, as halfway while i was walking,&lt;br /&gt;jean's daddy stopped the car and drove me and jean all the way to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;ALLELUIA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laoshi was weird the whole time, one moment she's laughing,&lt;br /&gt;the next, she's frowning like its the end of the world. i think she's mad.&lt;br /&gt;jean would definitely agree with me on that XD&lt;br /&gt;i finished that day's chinese hmwk. that retarded "bao mi hua" article from&lt;br /&gt;lian he zao bao. it wasnt as bad as writing "du hou gan" i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;A LOT /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jean decided she wanted to come and watch a movie with me and ronald.&lt;br /&gt;so we went her house to change first. and she loaned me a pair jeans too :)&lt;br /&gt;thank god for the jeans. if not; i'd most probably freeze to death outside, on&lt;br /&gt;the bus, in the cinema and in tampines mall. hurhurs. i helped jean straighten her&lt;br /&gt;hair and she helped me! anyway, mine didnt actually look like it had a difference&lt;br /&gt;since it was 85% straight already. dorts. just that my fringe look really weird after that.&lt;br /&gt;took alot of pictures and may i add; jean's jack russell- sarah, is really WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;one moment she's sniffing me and wanting me to tickle her,&lt;br /&gt;and the next moment she's growling like i tried to strangle her or smth like that.&lt;br /&gt;dogs are SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took thirtyone to tampines interchange and went to gv to meet ronald &amp; his friend.&lt;br /&gt;they bought the tickets first as they came earlier than us XD so paiseh man.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we quickly went to the theatre as it was kinda late already and this was the&lt;br /&gt;seating arrangement. [the isle] gillian (yay!) jean; jasper (ron's friend) &amp; lastly, ronald [the wall]&lt;br /&gt;spastic huhs? i made jean sit next to jasper. hurhur. i think she hated me for that.&lt;br /&gt;but she was really very _____. i have no words to describe her action actually.&lt;br /&gt;ronald put his legs up on the seat infront of him cause the row infront was empty.&lt;br /&gt;and JEAN TAN SU LING. did the EXACT SAME THING! how weird can she get man...... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show; the exorcism of emily rose was quite okay i guess. not very very scary.&lt;br /&gt;but it makes you think about possession, the devil, god, and all the supernatural beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;are they real? does god really exist? is there really such thing as the devil and demons?&lt;br /&gt;thats the questions some of the devout christians and catholics might ask themselves.&lt;br /&gt;but for my case, i just let things happen i guess. no point in thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;it only makes like harder and complicated than it already IS.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to say, it was quite shocking to hear the possessed emily speak latin,&lt;br /&gt;and that there was actually 6 demons in her body. i cant really remember all,&lt;br /&gt;but there was one called legion and the last one was called lucifer. her exorcism &lt;br /&gt;in the barn, was extremely terrifying. six demons. it really makes you think why&lt;br /&gt;is there such great evil in the world man. maybe its to balance the good out XD&lt;br /&gt;oh shaddup gillian.&lt;br /&gt;you blab too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, ronald's friend; jasper went home to catch some much need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;so me jean and ron went walking aroung century square then tampines mall again.&lt;br /&gt;really quite boring. except for the time in macdonalds where jean was acting weird&lt;br /&gt;again. and ronald was laughing at everything. he's my funnay friend (: and jean..&lt;br /&gt;umms. she's my weirdFREELOADER friend (((: hurhurs. she's a CHEAPSKATE i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;everything also want. want me pay for her mcflurry, want to eat my mcnuggets,&lt;br /&gt;want to eat ronald's frenchfries, want to eat dinner at ronald's house. she everything&lt;br /&gt;ALSO WANT.&lt;br /&gt;jean tan; the CHEAPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was about 5:45, we decided to head home as it was getting really BORING.&lt;br /&gt;jean took 31, ronald took 22/65 and i took 29 (:&lt;br /&gt;it was a not-so-bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept alot last night. felt a terrible headache and fever coming on.&lt;br /&gt;im better now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst: i think i didnt summarize AT ALL. did i? HAHA. retardedness.&lt;br /&gt;guess i couldnt resist telling everything. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to collect the specs! (:&lt;br /&gt;WAVES-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113274366131722609?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113274366131722609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113274366131722609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113274366131722609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113274366131722609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dreamt-of-someone-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113258714307734436</id><published>2005-11-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:32:23.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;if i kissed you;  would &lt;b&gt;fireworks&lt;/b&gt; fly?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;continuation of from yesterday's post; `PART II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished shelving most of the stuff at the children's section.&lt;br /&gt;so we pushed the trolley to the entrance of the door.&lt;br /&gt;then went down; and up again to collect the empty cart. dumb.&lt;br /&gt;we had around 45 minutes left i guess. so we did paperbacks.&lt;br /&gt;it was so easy as usual that we only took 15 minutes for a whole cart.&lt;br /&gt;we came back &amp; the librarians asked us to shelve the kids books AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;we were like whining quietly, and the librarian could sense it.&lt;br /&gt;but she was trying to &lt;i&gt;coax&lt;/i&gt; us to shelve it by letting us have a&lt;br /&gt;break &amp; gave us each a packet of lychee drink. hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt like it very much. but i drank it finish anyway. &lt;br /&gt;(cause i was damn hungry luhhs.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee hwee gave her packet of drink to her friend Catherina (:&lt;br /&gt;and we shelved till like quite late. we didnt finish all though.&lt;br /&gt;had twoo baskets of babies books left. heehees :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we abandoned our cart to the librarians &amp; i headed home.&lt;br /&gt;and on the way home; while i was walking back, i heard some nice music&lt;br /&gt;and it turns out that it was coming from the tampines community centre,&lt;br /&gt;was like a stomp kind of practice happening there. it rawked a LOT :]&lt;br /&gt;and! i got cheated. my mango milk pearl tea. had NO MILK.&lt;br /&gt;i was so upset! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for that day.&lt;br /&gt;teehees :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had mister siow's tuition at nine o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at eight something. though i had about three alarms XD&lt;br /&gt;i lazily dragged myself outta my bed, dressed, ate and went off for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;did about four questions i think. im a really slow person.&lt;br /&gt;mostly cause the questions required me to draw cumulative frequency curves.&lt;br /&gt;hate drawing curves without the aid of a curve rule. it drives me mad.&lt;br /&gt;cause my curve must be a little close to perfection. if not, i'll rub ALL AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;and then RE-DRAW. yeahs. i guess im too extreme.&lt;br /&gt;i strive hard for perfection too much.&lt;br /&gt;im a freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mummy and daddy was waiting for me when i came home.&lt;br /&gt;turns out that they were going to fetch me to the library. yayness (:&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch at the coffeeshop opposite tampines secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear! the guy from tampines sec (i think) who was sitting two&lt;br /&gt;tables in front of mee was taking pictures of me lorhs. DONKEYCAVITY.&lt;br /&gt;he was like giving me weird stares and glares. he also kept lifting his &lt;br /&gt;handphone camera up for a long time and aiming at me!!!! damn larh.&lt;br /&gt;not only did i get cheated of my 30cents the other day, now also got cheated.&lt;br /&gt;of my.... umms. my... beauty?? HURHUR.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LA. ugliness |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahs. i thought i saw uncle alan (alien) and i did!! gillian has good memory eh.&lt;br /&gt;he also recognised the KC uniform and turned around. &lt;br /&gt;he smirked when he saw me and waved. i also waved happily. been so long&lt;br /&gt;since i last saw him. TOO LONG (:&lt;br /&gt;ahhs. all those good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;those kcpians memories.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to ah pohs house after that before dropping me off at the library.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, im the earliest to arrive there! hurhurs. i spent EONS in the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;doing my business and tying my hair nice nicely. kekekes ((:&lt;br /&gt;joey came first and then after, ee hwee arrived. breathless cause she ran there.&lt;br /&gt;heeeheees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did library duty and all of a sudden, i heard this weird screaming coming &lt;br /&gt;from the three naughty kids on my right side. they were screaming into the&lt;br /&gt;thing where you can talk into one side and it'll travel to the other side where you &lt;br /&gt;can hear what ur friend said. and i laughed like crap when i heard what they said.&lt;br /&gt;they said this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOTHER GIVE YOU ONE DOLLAR TO BUY A GIRLFRIEND..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhurs. the way the boyboy said it, was absolutely tummy tickling :)&lt;br /&gt;enjoyable time listening to them scream things like.&lt;br /&gt;"YOU HAVE SATU AGE" and.&lt;br /&gt;"YOU ARE A PUTUMAYAM PANGSAI"&lt;br /&gt;"YOU KNOW WHATS PANGSAI?"&lt;br /&gt;"HEEEHEEHEEHEE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naughty little kiddos [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the cedar girl and bedok smth girl was super irritating man.&lt;br /&gt;they are like so GOONDU. left their cart in the middle of NOWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;blocking the whole entire way. bleahs. irritating siahs.&lt;br /&gt;left the library quite early. fetched home by mummy and daddy again.&lt;br /&gt;-sniggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now had yummy spaghetti with wine that had 6% alchohol (not enough LUH)&lt;br /&gt;but still. im satisfied. i've been wearing my neon striped jacket since&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea when. its cold. i love this weather. ultra shiok man ((:&lt;br /&gt;and i love my maomaohou. `muacks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*super long post.&lt;br /&gt;*longest in eons.&lt;br /&gt;*did chem, chinese and maths yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;*gillian is accomplished ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113258714307734436?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113258714307734436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113258714307734436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113258714307734436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113258714307734436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-i-kissed-you-would-fireworks-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113248853837913317</id><published>2005-11-20T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:09:02.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had mrs siow's tuition in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly, only four people turned up.&lt;br /&gt;including me that is. and thank god mrs siow asked me this-&lt;br /&gt;"are you sick of doing chemistry?"&lt;br /&gt;i almost instantly replied "YES!!" haha XD&lt;br /&gt;so we switched to physics after she taught electrolysis.&lt;br /&gt;learnt about transverse and longitude waves.&lt;br /&gt;quite cool. i still remember the order of the rays (:&lt;br /&gt;gamma rays, x-rays, ultra-violet rays, visible light, infra-red rays,&lt;br /&gt;micro-waves then finally, radio waves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ee hwee told me that she would be coming late cause&lt;br /&gt;she has to go shopping with her father's friend's daughter. dorts.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i reluctantly agreed. half becuase she has my form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i reached there at 2:15, cause my daddy fetched me there.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why, but A LOT of people stared at me when i&lt;br /&gt;stepped into the library. must be cause of my dress sense :/&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt really be bothered, i headed to the toilet to tie my hair.&lt;br /&gt;i spent about 10 minutes in the toilet. -sniggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily ee hwee arrived shortly after i finished tying my hair.&lt;br /&gt;her friend, Catherina looks quite pretty and really tall. okay maybe because&lt;br /&gt;she was wearing nike sports shoes. ohwells. she's only thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;amazing. i feel so short and ashamed of my height. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;thats life i guess :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee hwee left her to roam about in the library while we went to&lt;br /&gt;start our cip before it got an later and we might have to stay OT.&lt;br /&gt;haha. joking. anyway, when we stepped into the room, unfortuately,&lt;br /&gt;there was only carts with kids books left. so i had to shelve kids bks AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;third week in a row. its bad fengshui i tell you :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while shelving, i came across these two weird but funny brothers.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the younger one was about 5 and the older one maybe.. 8?&lt;br /&gt;the older brother was like piling books on the moon, the space all that;&lt;br /&gt;on his younger brother as well as on himself. and the younger didi&lt;br /&gt;kept on exclaiming "hao gong (zhong) AH!" repeated that over 15 times.&lt;br /&gt;i could have killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked the older didi if he wanted me to get a basket for them.&lt;br /&gt;he declined politely. i shrugged and walked away thinking their father might come.&lt;br /&gt;but their father didnt at all. the older didi on the otherhand, ran down to&lt;br /&gt;get a basket. i thought to myself "wahlaos. dont want my help larh? nvm. pfft"&lt;br /&gt;then the older didi piled MORE books into the basket. till it filled the basket to&lt;br /&gt;the brim. he ran down and got ANOTHER basket. kaos man.&lt;br /&gt;he MUST really like to READ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he filled both baskets to the brim man. the younger didi,&lt;br /&gt;though quite chubby, obviously couldnt lift the basket at all larhs.&lt;br /&gt;so i asked them if they needed my help. AGAIN. he declined again.&lt;br /&gt;they tried REALLY HARD to drag, shove, push the basket to the lift.&lt;br /&gt;but to no avail. the younger didi was too weak, and the older didi,&lt;br /&gt;too scrawny! i was so pek chek that i just took the basket, without&lt;br /&gt;asking for his approval. ee hwee took the younger didi's basket too.&lt;br /&gt;he kept saying he didnt need my help. but did i care?&lt;br /&gt;no. i just didnt want them to break their arms and dirty the library floor&lt;br /&gt;with blood. (im doing CIP, i might be assigned to clean the bloody floor&lt;br /&gt;for all i know... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we carried the baskets up the adult level where their daddy was.&lt;br /&gt;and when their daddy saw the two filled baskets, even he exclaimed..&lt;br /&gt;"wah. zhe me duo shu ah? ni men shen jing bing ah?"&lt;br /&gt;(so much books? you two mad huh?) correct two didi's daddy.&lt;br /&gt;my sentiments exactly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll continue another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my sister needs to use the computer. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh yeahs. doing CIP with joey and maybe ee hwee tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause eli and jean abandoned her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AGAIN. meaners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113248853837913317?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113248853837913317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113248853837913317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113248853837913317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113248853837913317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113232323925883871</id><published>2005-11-18T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:11:41.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/cheque1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/320/cheque1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ now you know what im doing when i say im doing my "homework"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE MY MAOMAOHOU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days i hate to sleep and wake up.&lt;br /&gt;all because of my terrible ulcer on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;the result of chewing too fast and accidentally biting it.&lt;br /&gt;damn. its times like this that makes me want to turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this week passed really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;didnt even know that its saturday tmr till i looked at my organiser.&lt;br /&gt;saturday means two things only.&lt;br /&gt;one: i have mrs siow's tuition &amp; i have to do chem TYS.&lt;br /&gt;two: i have library cip &amp;amp; its going to be crowded.&lt;br /&gt;sighh. my life sounds so boring with tuitions.&lt;br /&gt;well, what can i do when im so stupid right? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter &amp;amp; the goblet of fire opened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;the cinemas was definitely packed with kiasu people.&lt;br /&gt;but bo chup people like me, will wait till everyone has watched it.&lt;br /&gt;only then will gillian sng, the old ahma, drag herself to tm,&lt;br /&gt;to go and finally watch harry potter as well XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, since i never read further than the first bk of harry potter,&lt;br /&gt;im clueless about the storyline. hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;so i only know some new characters like cedric dickery (correct?)&lt;br /&gt;cho chang (reminds me of pau, don't know why :S ) and what&lt;br /&gt;viktor (crumbs?) sorry.the spelling of the names only show&lt;br /&gt;how MUCH i know about harry potter. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes. of course i know what is gillyweed as well.&lt;br /&gt;thats what my darling steph calls me btw XD&lt;br /&gt;i can allow you to breathe underwater. im amazing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but in the mood to type today.&lt;br /&gt;might go and do my geog after this. seems nice to do suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;okay, this means one and only one thing.&lt;br /&gt;gillian is mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD itchy scratchy.&lt;br /&gt;pull my heart out and find the inferior vena cava baby/&lt;br /&gt;a gillian original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst: cause i can only think sick.&lt;br /&gt;this fact is proved and certified by A LOT of people (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113232323925883871?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113232323925883871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113232323925883871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113232323925883871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113232323925883871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/now-you-know-what-im-doing-when-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113222853276266561</id><published>2005-11-17T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:55:32.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watch kcians on channel u's show "you hua zhi shuo"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;on 30th November! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i think we might be appearing on one of the episodes of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;super host as well. not sure. anyway. look out for us! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113222853276266561?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113222853276266561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113222853276266561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113222853276266561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113222853276266561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/watch-kcians-on-channel-us-show-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113214243668337364</id><published>2005-11-16T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T20:00:36.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1120348.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/200/P1120348.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;event:&lt;/strong&gt; doing homework at changi airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;date:&lt;/strong&gt; fifteen november 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/200/P1010011.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;event:&lt;/strong&gt; watching channel u show at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;date:&lt;/strong&gt; sixteen november 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113214243668337364?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113214243668337364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113214243668337364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113214243668337364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113214243668337364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/event-doing-homework-at-changi-airport.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113206523004519942</id><published>2005-11-15T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:36:30.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I FEEL QUITE ACCOMPLISHED.&lt;br /&gt;i finished three-quarters of amaths hmwk tday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had chinese tuition at nine in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;during tuition, received news that eugene was posted &lt;br /&gt;to the first class in his level. good luck my bestest cuz (x&lt;br /&gt;went to meet evadne at tampines mrt to go to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch at popeyes terminal one.&lt;br /&gt;talked and laughed like some crazy lunatics on loose.&lt;br /&gt;spent over fifteen minutes in the nice toilet. talking &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; loudly.&lt;br /&gt;took the skytrain to the other terminal again.&lt;br /&gt;and finally decided to do homework at the coffeebean.&lt;br /&gt;evadne the "siao chabor" as dubbed by the passing uncle,&lt;br /&gt;laughed and talked super loud all the time `covers eyes. uh-ohs.&lt;br /&gt;halfway through, we invented [the RE-INVERSE law] a evadne &amp; gillian original (:&lt;br /&gt;jason came suddenly and i got a shock when i saw him.&lt;br /&gt;cause i was thinking about quadratic eqns really hard |:&lt;br /&gt;we all packed our barang barangs and headed home at 5:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;caught the train which was about to leave changi.&lt;br /&gt;i hated both train rides- bad driving and too crowded.&lt;br /&gt;i reached fifteen mintues earlier than expected.&lt;br /&gt;shoo-ed evadne and jason off to let them enjoy their day.&lt;br /&gt;sat at the carpark with weird people for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;so lonely ): but luckily my book and eli chew kept me company :]&lt;br /&gt;went to optics orgin for new spectacles frames and all.&lt;br /&gt;stella gave me good news; my degrees didnt change at all (((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;the bestest news of my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;chose a metallic gray frame with no screws at all. in the end.&lt;br /&gt;which was after very much comtemplation and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;reached home soon after, felt hot and sick.&lt;br /&gt;but im still going for the channel u thing tmr.&lt;br /&gt;won't disappoint amy as i promised to spread my illness to her,&lt;br /&gt;and she's going to spread her bird flu to me. &lt;u&gt;sounds like fun.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunching with eli chew, jean and amy kok tmr at parkway.&lt;br /&gt;hope i bring my camera. with the battery in it that is :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;conclusion&lt;/b&gt;: today is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;evadne fishy friend; i hope i cheered you up today.&lt;br /&gt;and change that frown (negative) on your face to a smile (positive). LOVEYOO (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA. you were supposed to treat me DRINK ah.&lt;br /&gt;cheat me only. nevermind; NEXT TIME! XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113206523004519942?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113206523004519942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113206523004519942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113206523004519942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113206523004519942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-feel-quite-accomplished.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113195870890586456</id><published>2005-11-14T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:01:55.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/7888[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/320/7888%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i wonder. will i ever get this kind of marks again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the answer&lt;strong&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;highly unlikely :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&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;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oh yeahs! any secondary three students (2006)&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;who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;might be reading my blog; i just want to &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;wish you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BEST OF LUCK!&lt;/strong&gt; &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;you'll need it.. XD&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;especially those who have landed in &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;secondary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3e6 of 2006. *sniggers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7144821-113195870890586456?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113195870890586456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113195870890586456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113195870890586456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113195870890586456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113188856119934999</id><published>2005-11-13T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:29:23.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/phins-%20erjie;%20me%20and%20pal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/200/phins-%20erjie%3B%20me%20and%20pal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went out to tampines mall for lunch (:&lt;br /&gt;just me, my second sister and my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;it was a treat for my dad as my sister and i had no&lt;br /&gt;idea what to get him for his birthday. so we decided&lt;br /&gt;on a treat instead. hurhurs XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in total we ordered two fish &amp; chips and clam chowders.&lt;br /&gt;salmon &amp;amp; lamb set for my daddy plus escargots with garlic&lt;br /&gt;for him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why, but i tried escargot &lt;strong&gt;for the first time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without the garlic that is. and MY GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;it felt kind of gross cause i keep imagining that its alive.&lt;br /&gt;oh god. snail man. i hope i'll never have to eat it again :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we headed to century square.&lt;br /&gt;my father went to BEST to see the vcds and dvds,&lt;br /&gt;while my sister and i went to see nail polishes at a place&lt;br /&gt;called "missha" or smth like that. anyway, after that.&lt;br /&gt;we all were at best looking through all the movies on display.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why, my bag kept knocking all the cds&lt;br /&gt;off the racks. and cds fell off the shelves by themselves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weirdness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to twenty five hours to get me A WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;like finally..! cause i've been &lt;em&gt;watch-less&lt;/em&gt; for about two wks&lt;br /&gt;already. i hate it when i don't know the time cause without&lt;br /&gt;the time, im like seriously lost and clueless about everything.&lt;br /&gt;my watch is a very very important part OF MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;okay i think im mad XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at tampines mall the basement, we went to see the fishes.&lt;br /&gt;i love clown fishes and this cute lil PIPE fish. it looks so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;it looks exactly like a orange string. but it has transparent fins&lt;br /&gt;and flipper things. super awesome! too bad its a salt water fish.&lt;br /&gt;plus the other fishes which i absolutely like; the neon orange&lt;br /&gt;and yellow fishes. plus a black fish with two white spots.&lt;br /&gt;loveee them ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to buy some stuff to eat before going home; and on&lt;br /&gt;the way to get curry puffs, i saw this guy who was wearing a&lt;br /&gt;white polo tee and he buttoned all up. though usually it looks&lt;br /&gt;weird on majority of people, but it looked super nice on him!&lt;br /&gt;haha. so dreamy..... &lt;em&gt;like real LAH :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just watched ice princess and now im watching madgascar (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_coREyTARD (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a marlon ingle original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113188856119934999?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113188856119934999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113188856119934999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113188856119934999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113188856119934999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-went-out-to-tampines-mall-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113180948617711407</id><published>2005-11-12T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:53:05.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/blog%20stuffs%20twoo/4aa8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP is a killer.&lt;br /&gt;a real KILLER i swear.&lt;br /&gt;i guess my prayers ytd didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;cause when i got to the library with ee hwee,&lt;br /&gt;we were so &lt;i&gt;lucky&lt;/i&gt; and got the kids level.&lt;br /&gt;no one can ever be as LUCKY as us i tell yoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we accomplished a lot i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i bet all the librarians from kc dont cover as much &lt;br /&gt;as me and ee hwee man. bleh (is that good or bad?)&lt;br /&gt;today we covered the kids level once. teens level&lt;br /&gt;also once and ground level twice. (or is it thrice?)&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. its TIRESOME. thats all that i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after CIP (which lasted till 5:30 :( ), i was guai and went&lt;br /&gt;straight home, though i was tempted to go parkway with&lt;br /&gt;ee hwee cause i was STARVING. hadnt had anything to eat&lt;br /&gt;since like 11plus? god. amazing that im still so fat ehhs? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way on bus 15, i had cravings for bubble tea so i &lt;br /&gt;asked my sis if she wanted anything (: she wanted pearl&lt;br /&gt;milk tea and my dad wanted smth fruity but without &lt;br /&gt;PEARLS! (awww. he doesnt know what he's missing out on x)&lt;br /&gt;i bought peppermint milk tea for myself.&lt;br /&gt;a yummilicious treat after a hard day's work XD haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and smth paiseh happened along the way.&lt;br /&gt;wont mention it. its WAY TOO EMBARRESSING to mention.&lt;br /&gt;my sister laughed at me for that stupid act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEANER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  all those feelings; those yesterday feelings. will all be lost in time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink" face="tahoma" size="2" style="background: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear you*,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;you're feeling screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;so many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;you need time. lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever spared a thought for me?&lt;br /&gt;do you think i can be strong all the time.&lt;br /&gt;letting you always treat me the way you do,&lt;br /&gt;crying in the silence every night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to be strong for you.&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU DONT GIVE ME ANY HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;is it fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you i liked you yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;how could you pretend like you never heard it?&lt;br /&gt;how could you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you'll pretend you never read this again.&lt;br /&gt;i just needed to write it out.&lt;br /&gt;before i lose control of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love; me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113180948617711407?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113180948617711407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113180948617711407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113180948617711407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113180948617711407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/cip-is-killer.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113171225963528250</id><published>2005-11-11T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:30:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/blog%20stuffs%20twoo/weareworldsapart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;hellos! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;today i spent the whole day slacking again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;god. someone must hide the computer away from ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;anyway. i added a lot of new things to mmy blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;and now its quite colourful in some parts (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;might be a tat too colourful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;haha. ohwells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;i decided that i dont want to be depressed anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;what for anyway. life is short. hurhurs. don't really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;what to post cause i did nothing today. umms. tmr i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;talked to many people online. david who's in aust (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;ernest. (keke) pearlin. my tuition teacher mister siow XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;haha. the list goes on. and oh yeahs at tuition this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;my tuition teacher mister siow called me "mak nenek"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;i seriously have no idea why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;psst. what in the world is mak nenek huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;oh okay. nvm i know what is it already. dian told me ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;it means old lady. wah laos. meaner. haha. my new word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;"meaner" doubt such word exists. ohwells. HECK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;tommorrow have MP library CIP again. please please;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;dont give me the fairytale section again. im begging yoos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;evil librarans. haha. well not majority are nicee. and one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;looks like gisella lehs. haha the super nice librarian (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;maybe its gisella's aunt or smth. muahahaha. crazy thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;alrights. i think i better stop here man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;somehow, i just dont understand our geog hmwk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;explain to me.&lt;strong&gt; someone please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank yoos (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the ten reasons why i like you. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i never got a chance to finish. you forgot. i didnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: you have a wicked sense of humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;two: you look awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;three: you are so unique. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;four: you are freaking smart LAH. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;five: you have this irritating but funny voice.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (okay la. its sexay happy? XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;six: only you can make me grin like crap for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;seven. you're a great listener. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay. sometimes. hurhur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;eight: you can be so sweet if you want to. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and i really like that. a lot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;nine: you're weird XD. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hey im weird too! haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;ten: cause you're just you all the time.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (i like you. for you :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;its all for you* and only you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113171225963528250?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113171225963528250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113171225963528250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113171225963528250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113171225963528250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/hellos-today-i-spent-whole-day_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113171225421626436</id><published>2005-11-11T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:30:54.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/blog%20stuffs%20twoo/weareworldsapart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;hellos! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;today i spent the whole day slacking again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;god. someone must hide the computer away from ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;anyway. i added a lot of new things to mmy blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;and now its quite colourful in some parts (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;might be a tat too colourful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;haha. ohwells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;i decided that i dont want to be depressed anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;what for anyway. life is short. hurhurs. don't really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;what to post cause i did nothing today. umms. tmr i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;talked to many people online. david who's in aust (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;ernest. (keke) pearlin. my tuition teacher mister siow XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;haha. the list goes on. and oh yeahs at tuition this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;my tuition teacher mister siow called me "mak nenek"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;i seriously have no idea why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;psst. what in the world is mak nenek huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;oh okay. nvm i know what is it already. dian told me ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;it means old lady. wah laos. meaner. haha. my new word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;"meaner" doubt such word exists. ohwells. HECK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;tommorrow have MP library CIP again. please please;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;dont give me the fairytale section again. im begging yoos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;evil librarans. haha. well not majority are nicee. and one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;looks like gisella lehs. haha the super nice librarian (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;maybe its gisella's aunt or smth. muahahaha. crazy thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;alrights. i think i better stop here man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;somehow, i just dont understand our geog hmwk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;explain to me.&lt;strong&gt; someone please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank yoos (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the ten reasons why i like you. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i never got a chance to finish. you forgot. i didnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: you have a wicked sense of humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;two: you look awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;three: you are so unique. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;four: you are freaking smart LAH. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;five: you have this irritating but funny voice.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (okay la. its sexay happy? XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;six: only you can make me grin like crap for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;seven. you're a great listener. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay. sometimes. hurhur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;eight: you can be so sweet if you want to. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and i really like that. a lot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;nine: you're weird XD. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hey im weird too! haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;ten: cause you're just you all the time.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (i like you. for you :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;its all for you* and only you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113171225421626436?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113171225421626436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113171225421626436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113171225421626436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113171225421626436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/hellos-today-i-spent-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113162634299511912</id><published>2005-11-10T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:39:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/blog%20stuffs%20twoo/youresoweird.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha. HELLO to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness i finally changed my url.&lt;br /&gt;aint it so much nicer now? much more meaningful too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday night was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the thunder, lighting and super heavy rains.&lt;br /&gt;but last night i stayed up pretty late for &lt;em&gt;some particular reason.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sighh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i got really HUNGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my elder sister order mac spicy double meal plus an extra burger;&lt;br /&gt;from the macs delievery service! wheeeness (:&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is that we couldnt make a sound cause my father&lt;br /&gt;thought i was asleep a long long time ago. hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;and i was super afraid that he would come down and catch me eating macs&lt;br /&gt;cause it was raining and he is prone to coming down to close the&lt;br /&gt;windows or smth like that. so guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i ate in the "piano room" in darkness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds super retarded huhhs? but what to do, &lt;em&gt;must be sneaky XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after eating SO much and feeling super bloated, i decided to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;at that point in time, there was still no phone call.&lt;br /&gt;damn. if you* only knew how disappointed i felt at that point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you only knew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. today i've been slacking like A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to do my geography homework on microsoft word.&lt;br /&gt;but i just got too hooked on changing my skin and url ):&lt;br /&gt;im such a failure.&lt;br /&gt;so easily subjectable to the temptations of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MUST DO MY HMWK FINISH..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by the end of november. I MUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wonder what you were going to call me for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;were you going to tell me that its impossible;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;were you going to tell me that its possible;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or were you going to just call me for the sake of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you asked me to give you more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how long exactly do you need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need to know too you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dont leave alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont leave me waiting forever.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113162634299511912?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113162634299511912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113162634299511912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113162634299511912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113162634299511912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113151254094324168</id><published>2005-11-09T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:14:07.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if teachers can stop stealing our holidays, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our plans to boycott the school would be postponed..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all in the name of world peace (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;a dian fatanah original ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113151254094324168?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113151254094324168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113151254094324168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113151254094324168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113151254094324168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-teachers-can-stop-stealing-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113144920329273579</id><published>2005-11-08T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:35:11.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i did the stupidest thing anyone could do ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fell in love with you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVIE UPDATE! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/200/ticket%20stubb..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the movie this time is... CELLO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;not trying to be mean but this show SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it has a stupid story line and it ends quite abruptly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;thank god i only paid seven bucks for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if not, i would have gone berserk and killed huiping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cause she said it was scary. DOTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i think even ah poh, my grandma, would stick her tongue out XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, today i went out with huiping eileen and peiyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;huiping was super pissed at first cause we came damn late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but thank god she isnt the petty sort. PHEW (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and then after the ultra lame and retarded movie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we were supposed to go home. then i suggested if huiping walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;home with me, then she need not pay me the nine dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;refund i've been bugging her about. she agreed ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;peiyi and eileen also tagged along. so we all walked to my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;huiping was whining and whining cause it was quite a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but i didnt really pay much attention cause i kept talking and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;talking all the time. don't know why i was so talkative either =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, i also walked them to the bus stop and weirdly, when i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went up, from my window i by chance decided to look down and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i got the shock of my life when i saw them walking towards my blk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i thought they were mentally insane. so it turns out they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;going to sit at the playground downstairs and ROT. hurhurs. dots huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ohwells. so i decided to join them and took some pictures too. stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sim huiping wanted to see the pic i took of her on the tiny motorbike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;in the playground. know the one where u can go back and forth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yeap that one. anyway, she was like wrestling me until i felt as though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my fingers were tearing apart. in the end, she didnt win. MUAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this day kinda sucks anyway. but oh wells. at least i did something. GRINS (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;last night i told yoo how i felt deep down inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the next day, you acted like nothing happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and that you didnt hear a word i said. only now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;do i realise that to you, im &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; but a FOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;you can tear my heart out, and stomp on it. cause the ride is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113144920329273579?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113144920329273579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113144920329273579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113144920329273579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113144920329273579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-did-stupidest-thing-anyone-could-do_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113142649990330197</id><published>2005-11-08T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:08:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the stupidest thing that anyone could do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i fell in love with you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113142649990330197?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113142649990330197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dian is going to kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I LOST HER &lt;strong&gt;WORDS &lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;sheesh :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113135765548131201?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113135765548131201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113135765548131201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113135765548131201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113135765548131201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-nodian-is-going-to-kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113125968711795524</id><published>2005-11-06T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:50:19.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday's library cip was EXHAUSTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i thought and hoped it would be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shelving fairytales book on the kids level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is so NOT FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shelving chinese novels/lovestories at the adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;level is so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EASIER (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;collecting the empty carts we left on levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;two &amp; three was FUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shelving paperback books on the first level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;according to author was EASY. hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUT. squatting down and reaching up was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TIRING! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ughs. no wonder my legs hurt now :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;parkway was nicee. though i really wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eat at sakae sushi or swensens. in the end we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ate at pastamania again. i ate yummy ham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; sausage baked rice. ee hwee ordered hawaiian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pizza. seven inch. so &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SMALL&lt;/span&gt;. yet she couldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;finish it. wah laos. her stomach must be really &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and my second sister plus me, went out at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to get pal's birthday present. i wore the ripcurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;white top; army print topshop skirt &amp;amp; carried my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;baobeii black adidas handbag (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we went trotting around tampines mall and century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;square. but couldnt find an ideal present. so we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;decided on a treat. whee. stopping at laser flair was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the nicest thing we did. HAHA. cause i love standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and watching the mini tvs there. i watched abit of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cantonese show "drink, drank, drunk" and laughed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;till my tummy ached man! the old woman damn funny (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the moon and star was damn &lt;strong&gt;awesome &lt;/strong&gt;looking last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the star was super bright and the moon was directly underneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it. made it look so &lt;strong&gt;glittery&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;its getting so complicated again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;will you give us another chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;or will you just leave me there once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;trying to figure out what you really mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;please don't do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my heart cannot afford to be broken once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;p.s i love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113125968711795524?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113125968711795524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113125968711795524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113125968711795524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113125968711795524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterdays-library-cip-was-exhausting.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113099687158377873</id><published>2005-11-03T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T13:54:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HARI&lt;/span&gt; RAYA &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PUASA (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started out a nice day. why?&lt;br /&gt;cause i woke up at seven am and bathed,&lt;br /&gt;then i went to tuition early and got A SEAT!&lt;br /&gt;woohoos man. i was super happy i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;then since my watch was in repair, i didnt keep&lt;br /&gt;track of time while i was doing my sec 4 emaths.&lt;br /&gt;but suprisingly. mr siow let me off almost exactly&lt;br /&gt;after two hours! woots man. i grinned like mad.&lt;br /&gt;first to go off leh. SHIOK MAN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just want to mention that i was sitting&lt;br /&gt;infront of a girl called sylvia and hurhurs. ernest,&lt;br /&gt;was sitting on my left! wahahaha. im really mad.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i hate him for being so dao and trying&lt;br /&gt;to be so smart when he isn't actually. but other times,&lt;br /&gt;you just can't help but notice that he is actually&lt;br /&gt;kinda nice. with or without his brace LA. hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dots. scully he read this then i die liaos. heck.&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM OF SPEECH. there are so many ernest in the&lt;br /&gt;world anway. wheee. today is a public holiday, yet im&lt;br /&gt;not going to go out. whats wrong with me man?&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i've got a big headache right now. took painkillers&lt;br /&gt;already but they dont seem to be working. maybe i&lt;br /&gt;should go and nap. my bed is like calling me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've uploaded SO MANY pictures in my yahoo&lt;br /&gt;photo albums. well. only 144 pics in the K.L album as well&lt;br /&gt;as 58 pictures in the last day of school album bahs.&lt;br /&gt;will upload the rest from the beginning of the year later.&lt;br /&gt;right now, all i can think about is how to stop this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPLITTING HEADACHE OF MINE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*will update soon: really soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paperheart     `iloveyoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113099687158377873?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113099687158377873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113099687158377873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113099687158377873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113099687158377873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-hari-raya-puasa-hello-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113081959436572634</id><published>2005-11-01T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:33:14.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1110321.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DEEPAVALI&lt;/span&gt; TO ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yayness. i have nothing much to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is going to be busy ):&lt;br /&gt;i have tuitions almost everyday,&lt;br /&gt;and on top of it, i have extra lessons.&lt;br /&gt;and i have mp library cip on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never did library cip before. hope its nice (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway, these two months, i'll be exceptionally busy.&lt;br /&gt;got salvation army cip at pacific plaza,&lt;br /&gt;channel u show "you hua jiu shuo" in school.&lt;br /&gt;three tuitions every week, mp library cip.&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on and on i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to blog about already.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow have extra physics lessons in school.&lt;br /&gt;then after that have chinese tuition ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tmr is a bad bad day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cry with me; won't you? i won't love 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/7144821-113081959436572634?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113081959436572634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113081959436572634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113081959436572634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113081959436572634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-deepavali-to-all-yayness.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113077256891162483</id><published>2005-10-31T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:29:30.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its not love, its just infatuation..  isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me you don't love me, so that these feelings of mine can finallly-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;great day (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went out in the afternoon with &lt;strong&gt;ronald&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went to cut hair at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reds .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;while i was exploring the whole of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;times .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha. in the end, ronald came with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; nice hair!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we walked around &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;century square&lt;/span&gt; for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super funny time walking around &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i met up with my &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;sisters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and we went to watch &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;flight plan&lt;/span&gt; together!&lt;br /&gt;its a super &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; and interesting movie man.&lt;br /&gt;we ate dinner at mos burger; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt; like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;trotted&lt;/span&gt; around century sq and tM for a while.&lt;br /&gt;then we all&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; walked home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a very good day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;* im loving every bit of it *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113077256891162483?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113077256891162483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113077256891162483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113077256891162483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113077256891162483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-not-love-its-just-infatuation.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-113051484795792704</id><published>2005-10-28T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:59:42.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in this post, gillian is going to write about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALOT&lt;/strong&gt; of different stuffs. so be prepared y'all (:&lt;br /&gt;here goes people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;kuala lumpur.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to kuala lumpur not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;super fun and nice man that part of m'sia.&lt;br /&gt;thoroughly enjoyed it. discovered alot of things&lt;br /&gt;about myself basically. haha. girns* i'm really&lt;br /&gt;very lazy to write about everything, so i think&lt;br /&gt;i'll just quickly summarize almost the whole trip (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*on the first night i dreamt about... LIN JUNJIE!&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. jealous right? keke. i tell you that was such&lt;br /&gt;a happy dream. but of course. it had to have a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposedly taking pictures with jj lin and all of the&lt;br /&gt;sudden, i dont really know why, but i saw LAOSAI MAN!&lt;br /&gt;damn man. its like super weird i tell you. &lt;em&gt;freaked me out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i realised, and yes yes. i admit. i have man feet! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;super funny eh. okays maybe not to you, but whenever i say&lt;br /&gt;that to my sister, she'll just burst out laughing. like WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;hahahas (: but i really have big feet LA. cant fit into most&lt;br /&gt;of the shoes. so upsetting man. those shoes were really pwetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*okay now onto the facts about the people in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number one. &lt;/strong&gt;they marry really young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number two.&lt;/strong&gt;the boyfriends are usually the &lt;em&gt;shorter ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number three.&lt;/strong&gt;the girls have no sense of style. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number four.&lt;/strong&gt;seventh-eight of girls have long &amp; rebonded hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number five.&lt;/strong&gt;store owners watch you like a hawk. i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number six.&lt;/strong&gt;though they are F A T, they wear size XS. ughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number seven.&lt;/strong&gt;all girls wear heels. never shoes. [madness]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number eight.&lt;/strong&gt;girls try to act bung, but they honestly, look ):&lt;br /&gt;okays (: thats all i guess. yupps. really lazy to update any further.&lt;br /&gt;i'll go on to the next part of my post. wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;today is the last day of school.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty fun. okay okay. let me correct myself.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SUPER DUPER INCREDIBLY FUN! YAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;i thought today was going to be super boring. cause usually,&lt;br /&gt;it is. haha. i think everyone will agree with me on that huh.&lt;br /&gt;but this time, since we're three/seven, everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;haha. im talking rubbish laas. but anyway. three/seven won&lt;br /&gt;something! yayness. cause we got 80 plus suggestions for&lt;br /&gt;kc circuit throughout the whole year out of 150 plus. coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had recess and everything. but i usually dont eat at all.&lt;br /&gt;and THANK GOD, the front door was open. &lt;em&gt;i love my class &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because of that door you know? hurhurs. its super unique.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went inside and deepana and eli was already there, eating (:&lt;br /&gt;me being the crazy one, i started snapping like crazy and&lt;br /&gt;laughed like crazy. deepana also went mad. took 50 over pictures&lt;br /&gt;today. woohoo. i love my friends. did i ever mentioned that?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. wheees. school said cant post pictures. damn la. no freedom.&lt;br /&gt;i'll put it in my shutterfly later. anyone who wants it, get from&lt;br /&gt;there. super tired to send it to everyone LA. hurhurs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, here's a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; tribute to everyone who had made a&lt;br /&gt;significant or little change in my life; directly or indirectly,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't really matter. cause, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I THANK GOD FOR ALL&lt;br /&gt;OF YOU. LOVE YOU ALL (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`i hope all of you will read this and if i've left out anyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;name, please let me know okay? i have bad memory. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is what i feel in my heart and i hope you all will read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and smile or something lik that. and sorry if i sound like im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;writing a death letter to thank everyone. im not! really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't feel like dying that soon. have yet to swim in the pacific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ocean. hurhurs (: enjoy. every one is unique and special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my all friends (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;amy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you crazy girl. always making me laugh. you really brightened&lt;br /&gt;my school days. though sometimes you drive me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;i got to admit, you're the only one that can make me laugh till&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry. thank you amy kok jing li. the founder of monk&lt;br /&gt;club '05. love you my friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;elizabeth chew.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend of amy kok. hurhurs. knowing you this past half year,&lt;br /&gt;was extremely funny and awesome. thanks for always cheering&lt;br /&gt;me up when im down and going crazy with me during maths&lt;br /&gt;and science classes. thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ruth.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening to all my crap and stories about everything&lt;br /&gt;and everyone. you're the greatest partner anyone can ever have.&lt;br /&gt;you made me realise the little things in life. thank you partner (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;steph.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling! (: we've bee through all the shit and crap together right?&lt;br /&gt;haha. i just love seeing you laugh till you turn tomato red. i'm&lt;br /&gt;really happy that we're friends. cause you're the most awesome&lt;br /&gt;buddy and darling i can ever have. love you darling! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ee hwee.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forget the countless time we spent talking and bitching&lt;br /&gt;about other people, be it on the bus or when we're out shopping.&lt;br /&gt;we just love gossiping huh? haha. i love my bitching girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;haha. thanks for putting up with all my nonsense. love all your&lt;br /&gt;fanfic. thank you again, for just being you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;jean.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy bean. love tuitions with you, cause you absolutely drive me&lt;br /&gt;NUTS. with your infectious laughter and dao-ness. you really&lt;br /&gt;turn me off man. haha. joking babe. you rock my world. haha.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY. thank you kukuhead (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;evadne.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being there for me when i needed you to, and&lt;br /&gt;listening to my problems girl. really appreciate it. though the&lt;br /&gt;year started with me being really cold, i really thank god for&lt;br /&gt;a great friend like you. miss all those times we used to bitch&lt;br /&gt;together. enjoyable and interesting memories. we STILL need&lt;br /&gt;to go out girl. you're really special. really. thank you for just&lt;br /&gt;being there in my life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;shiyu.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU! (: haha. crazy sectional leader. love this crazy head man.&lt;br /&gt;you always have a smile on your face even though you're down.&lt;br /&gt;and you always seem to know how to make things right. i admire&lt;br /&gt;you for that. i really do. you're cool headedness and all. so different&lt;br /&gt;from me. thats why you can make such a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those percussion outings. miss going out with you. anayway,&lt;br /&gt;thank you huangshiyu. for, everything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;eileen.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll never read this but, you have opened my eyes to things&lt;br /&gt;i used to overlook. made me realise things arent what they seem to&lt;br /&gt;be and the same goes for people. like you say, ren bu ke mao xiang.&lt;br /&gt;thank you eileen. for believing in me, and for the fact that you are&lt;br /&gt;willing to give up so much, for something you so strongly believe in.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;fangqi.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grand daughter of mine. so playful. but funny thats one thing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;though it may seem that you never did anything for me, you're&lt;br /&gt;wrong. you made me realise i cant take things for granted. and that&lt;br /&gt;i also have to mature and grow up. when you wanted to quit c.o,&lt;br /&gt;i found myself telling you, scolding you to wake up and face life.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised after that i need to do exactly what i said to you as&lt;br /&gt;well. you changed me indirectly. thank you fangqi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ernest.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many years passed and we're still friends. its amazing right? we never&lt;br /&gt;knew we were so alike, till the end of last year. changed my life&lt;br /&gt;completely, just having you in it. even if in the end we still can only be&lt;br /&gt;ordinary friends, i know i'll find it hard to accept, but i know thats all&lt;br /&gt;you want. so just give me some time okay? i will accept it. i know i can&lt;br /&gt;do it. i must. anyway, i have to thank you for a lot of things. for making&lt;br /&gt;me smile, making me laugh like crazy when you sing the stupid&lt;br /&gt;kuishin bo (i have no idea how to spell it) song. totally irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;my fren always sings that now btw :( for just being there and putting&lt;br /&gt;a smile on my face even though you haven't said a thing. you, alone&lt;br /&gt;can make me smile. so i thank god for a friend like, you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ray.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've known each other for quite some time already huh? yupps.&lt;br /&gt;time passes really quickly. you too have made a great deal of&lt;br /&gt;difference in my life. changed my perspective of many things,&lt;br /&gt;made me love ondre. haha. made me someone who would smile&lt;br /&gt;for no special reason. thank you for all those amazing things you&lt;br /&gt;have made me experience. and no ray, you are never stupid in my&lt;br /&gt;eyes. god made you unique, and believe it or not, you really&lt;br /&gt;changed me. you probably never noticed and i never really had&lt;br /&gt;a chance to thank you, so here you go, thank you ray. with all of&lt;br /&gt;my heart (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;marika.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long have we been friends? super loooong time already right&lt;br /&gt;girl? since primary three if i remember correctly. that makes it&lt;br /&gt;5 years. around there. amazing. you have an amazing ability to&lt;br /&gt;dance thats for sure. to me, when you dance, you stand out amongst&lt;br /&gt;the rest. cause you're special. honestly. thanks for listening to all&lt;br /&gt;my problems and making me laugh all the time. i miss you girl.&lt;br /&gt;missed the good old times. thank you mika (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;pm.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo! (: you have really made me happy everytime i chat with you.&lt;br /&gt;its like you are always trying to make me smile. and i appreciate&lt;br /&gt;that. a lot. though we've been through many hard times, its&lt;br /&gt;the good memories that i'll always fondly remember. i bet you&lt;br /&gt;still remember what i watched the first time we chatted on the&lt;br /&gt;phone huh? haha. so sweet of you. i thank god for such a&lt;br /&gt;wonderful friend and confidante like you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i thank god for each and everyone of you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you have made my life such so &lt;strong&gt;awesome ! &lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you all rock LAH. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;tuesdays with morrie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;nothing is going to get me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;death is freedom (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-113051484795792704?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113051484795792704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=113051484795792704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113051484795792704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/113051484795792704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-this-post-gillian-is-going-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112980511487330811</id><published>2005-10-20T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:48:02.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;life absolutely sucks when you're stupid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a super fun day (:&lt;br /&gt;although we had geography in the first period,&lt;br /&gt;the first two periods, there wasn't any&lt;br /&gt;teacher anymore! wheeeness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serena said the day before that we had PE.&lt;br /&gt;so most of us brought PE and we went down&lt;br /&gt;to the courtyard and waited for mister lee.&lt;br /&gt;but. he never came. &lt;b&gt;frowns&lt;/b&gt;. so we&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole time sitting at one part of the&lt;br /&gt;courtyard, talking the whole hour away. haha.&lt;br /&gt;nadia was going around taking pictures. yay (:&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what to do so i &lt;b&gt;re-laced&lt;/b&gt; my&lt;br /&gt;shoelaces. haha. umms. i know im mad okay.&lt;br /&gt;rahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went happily back to class,&lt;br /&gt;and mrs koh didnt come up either, cause of o levels&lt;br /&gt;practicals for sec fours. muahaha. its a good day =)&lt;br /&gt;she gave us a chem worksheet to do, but i didnt do it.&lt;br /&gt;heehees. i just kept on reading my storybook.&lt;br /&gt;its super nicee man my book. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was time for recess,&lt;br /&gt;stupig amy kok scared the living daylights out of me.&lt;br /&gt;cause i was trying to hook my belt properly,&lt;br /&gt;and was standing in front of her. so she hugged me&lt;br /&gt;from behind and guess what?&lt;b&gt; i shrieked.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. lately i think i've been shrieking alot. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess it was PC (pastoral care) hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt have it cause mister pang was MIA-ing.&lt;br /&gt;and nicole tan said that mister pang told us to &lt;b&gt;SELFSTUDY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. but the question is... did we self-study???&lt;br /&gt;answer is &lt;b&gt;NO!&lt;/b&gt; muahahaha. of course laa.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeness. instead, we watched WHITE CHICKS! (:&lt;br /&gt;yayness. super happy fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were watching halfway when it was time for english.&lt;br /&gt;so we headed to the gym to get our compre paper.&lt;br /&gt;i think english wasn't that bad. compared to all my&lt;br /&gt;other papers which are gross and terrible. blehhness.&lt;br /&gt;at least&lt;b&gt; i passed my comprehension (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once, im the minority. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss chai had to go thru the situational writing with &lt;br /&gt;three-six and three-five, so we, three-seven went trotting&lt;br /&gt;back to class. happily again. wheeee heehees (: im happy.&lt;br /&gt;so we continued watching white chicks for the rest of the &lt;br /&gt;remaining english period. and next period was chinese.&lt;br /&gt;(dreaded sound. ughhhhh) hurhurs. but foo laoshi was&lt;br /&gt;super nice; she let us continue watching white chicks till&lt;br /&gt;school ended. heehee. she rocks. for today only LAAS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i took bus home with ee hwee &amp; steph darling.&lt;br /&gt;heehees. luckily me &amp; steph darling got seats! happy (:&lt;br /&gt;and i bought mac spicy double from macs for lunch. yayy.&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;i&gt;hot&lt;/i&gt; but super &lt;b&gt;yummy&lt;/b&gt; as usual. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. i dont know what to write. hope tmr won't be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;whee. see yoos ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;b&gt;dress to impress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY GREENDAY!     ; i thank god for today (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112980511487330811?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112980511487330811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112980511487330811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112980511487330811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112980511487330811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-absolutely-sucks-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112971823243882008</id><published>2005-10-19T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:37:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i must change to be a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;NERD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do i love you, or not? the dilemma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112971823243882008?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112971823243882008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112971823243882008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112971823243882008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112971823243882008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-i-must-change-to-be-nerd.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112947063354037190</id><published>2005-10-16T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:50:54.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peekaboos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll blog about LOADSA stuff kays.&lt;br /&gt;umms. lets see where should i start from,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll start from friday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had three papers on this day.&lt;br /&gt;which are emaths paper two, chinese oral&lt;br /&gt;as well as chinese listening comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;emaths paper two i screwed it man.&lt;br /&gt;i spent too much time on some questions,&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, i didnt have time to complete all.&lt;br /&gt;rahhness. english listening was easy LAH. haha.&lt;br /&gt;thank god it had only ten questions man.&lt;br /&gt;cause i was falling asleep every minute. HURHUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gosh. chinese oral was HORRIBLE i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i stumbled over all my words and i kept on&lt;br /&gt;STUTTERING!!!!! horrible man. cause my teacher was&lt;br /&gt;lu laoshi. damn man. reminded me of my sec one&lt;br /&gt;experience when she also took me for oral. ughhs.&lt;br /&gt;terrible chinese oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went home, didnt go out or anything.&lt;br /&gt;cause i was too lazy and too dead tired already.&lt;br /&gt;but HAHA. i came home and.... went ONLINE!!&lt;br /&gt;muahaha (: then in the evening, i went with all of&lt;br /&gt;my sisters to cut hair at hair culture again =)&lt;br /&gt;in the end i got short fringe! wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;my eldest sister finally looks better also. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning i woke up real early, hoping to go &lt;br /&gt;and make my ic. haha. but on the way to the place,&lt;br /&gt;my mother realised that it was only open from&lt;br /&gt;monday to friday. wahaha. super retarded laas.&lt;br /&gt;so we went home, and i slept in my mother's room&lt;br /&gt;till ee hwee finished her chinese tuition i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my parents fetched me to KC bus stop &amp; i&lt;br /&gt;waited for ee hwee there. when she came, we headed&lt;br /&gt;to VJC open house '05. haha. we were like super EXTRA.&lt;br /&gt;everyone there was obviously like sec four. and we didnt &lt;br /&gt;know what to do and where to go. hahaas. ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;so we went trotting around the school, looking everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we quickly went out of there cause it was&lt;br /&gt;shhhhh. &lt;i&gt; kind of boring after a while&lt;/i&gt; but!&lt;br /&gt;their band was really good. i love the music they play ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we took bus and went to PP to meet my parents.&lt;br /&gt;my mummy forced me to buy a swimsuit and then me&lt;br /&gt;and ee hwee went to eat lunch and walk around.&lt;br /&gt;we ate at pastamania and talked about A LOT of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;muahahaas. gossip gossip. heehee.  then we walked&lt;br /&gt;practically everywhere. and in the end, my parents&lt;br /&gt;bought me this nicee book from MPH. yayness (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a while more, we decided its like a long time&lt;br /&gt;already so we went home. heehee. and in the car,&lt;br /&gt;i took many picture with ee hwee. so niceeee! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we went home, my mummy so nice treat us&lt;br /&gt;KFC and pizza hut for dinner (: yummilicious.&lt;br /&gt;thankYOU mummy *mwahhhs* love yooos. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i slept kinda early around 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;felt really really tired. don't know why o_0?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i didnt really do much. haha.&lt;br /&gt;all i have been doing is SLACKING baby.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and been online laas. what else can i do right?&lt;br /&gt;muahahaa (: tmr i think ee hwee and i are going for &lt;br /&gt;a SHOPPING SPREEEE! woohoos. haha. hope its nice&lt;br /&gt;laas. i feel like sleeping already. must go ans shower&lt;br /&gt;then go snore already. muahahaas. i've become a &lt;br /&gt;big SLOTH. oh my. heehee. take care! seeya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im really sorry for hurting you the way i did.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112947063354037190?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112947063354037190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112947063354037190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112947063354037190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112947063354037190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/peekaboos-okay-ill-blog-about-loadsa.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112938551634087110</id><published>2005-10-15T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:14:54.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so many things have happened in these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i love my skin. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;there is a meaning to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;do you know what that meaning is? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll like to say a big &lt;strong&gt;thankYOU,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the people who wished me on my bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;thankYOU all&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fangqi&lt;br /&gt;ernest&lt;br /&gt;ruth&lt;br /&gt;eileen&lt;br /&gt;ray&lt;br /&gt;peimeng&lt;br /&gt;dawn&lt;br /&gt;rachel&lt;br /&gt;the three unknown&lt;br /&gt;lih sheng&lt;br /&gt;marika&lt;br /&gt;stephanie&lt;br /&gt;shiyu&lt;br /&gt;evadne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those i've listed are those who&lt;br /&gt;sent me a msg on my birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;thank you AGAIN. you all made me &lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;heehees. oh. btw, the names are&lt;br /&gt;in order of who msged first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay. will update &lt;strong&gt;TMR!&lt;/strong&gt; (: seeya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishes do come true, don't they ernest? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for remembering (:&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/7144821-112938551634087110?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112938551634087110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112938551634087110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112938551634087110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112938551634087110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-many-things-have-happened-in-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112917990728000566</id><published>2005-10-13T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:05:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;worst birthday &lt;strong&gt;ever&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/7144821-112917990728000566?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112917990728000566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112917990728000566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112917990728000566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112917990728000566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/worst-birthday-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112903082549574872</id><published>2005-10-11T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:40:25.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;desperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;today was a super long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;couldn't take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;everyone studying everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;while i was sitting in the foyer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;mind as blank as a paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;but i had laughter (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;brought by nanda liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;haha. thank yoos ex-partner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i only knew how to do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;geog paper 2 question 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;aren't i brilliant? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;anyways. tmr is chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i initially thought "yay! easy le"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;but when everyone around me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;started saying "sure very hard leh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"how? so many mole thingy. die le"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;so i, started to panic as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;amazing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;how fast i change my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;oh wells. like rayray said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three &lt;/strong&gt;more days to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;LIBERATION! (: yayness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;when i think about after the exams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i also get excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;heehees (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;umms. got to go study the MOLEHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;wish me luck tmr~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;will update when i find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;a chance to [=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*byeeeeees! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;im tired and over loaded with crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;yet somehow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;even your frown just makes my day (:&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/7144821-112903082549574872?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112903082549574872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112903082549574872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112903082549574872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112903082549574872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/desperation.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112883819331731079</id><published>2005-10-09T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:17:15.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;will you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;remember &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;firstly, i'll reply the tags on my board (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angela:&lt;/strong&gt; hellos! im so sorry that i got your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;url wrong! oops. heehee. don't worry! i'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;change it asap alrights? (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roycelyn:&lt;/strong&gt; thank yoos for wishing me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;good luck right back at you for your EOYs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they're a real KILLER ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray: &lt;/strong&gt;teehees. darling is so funny and crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;good luck for your exams too my darling. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;okays. just thought i want to update a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;these few days have been real tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;been sleeping at one two am in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and then having exams for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;exams are indeed are massive killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;biology was super hard ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;very disappointing. but as for literature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for once, i knew what to write (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;in just about five days time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;all this will be finally OVER! thank god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh yeahs, to people reading this and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if you happen to know me, i'll be away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;from the twenty second till the twenty six.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;im upset to be away for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm going to miss my Beyond The Drum Solo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-whines-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyways. i've got to study now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;got huge amount of geog to finish by tues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;by the way, i haven't started =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yupps. im doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;will be updating in hopefully in four days time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;buhbyees! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for your support;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and for always making me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;even in the darkest hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;you were there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;thank yoos (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112883819331731079?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112883819331731079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112883819331731079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112883819331731079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112883819331731079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/will-you-remember-firstly-ill-reply.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112877764274798232</id><published>2005-10-08T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:22:06.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;will you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`i really wish you would (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/7144821-112877764274798232?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112877764274798232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112877764274798232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112877764274798232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112877764274798232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/will-you-remember-i-really-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112756165257583822</id><published>2005-09-24T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T19:38:16.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHIYU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hellos (:&lt;br /&gt;seems like i just couldnt resist posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyway. as you can see, i changed skin! yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;heehee. and and!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy 15th birthday shiyu! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;may all your wishes and dreams come truee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;this coming monday is EOY english already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*sighs heavily* wed is emaths test;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and on friday is amaths test ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;oh wells. this is the tragic reality of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;BUT, on the bright side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;my birthday is coming!! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;haha. alrights. got to go already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;heehees. will update another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;back to mugging for the EOYs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and resisting the temptation to update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;just eleven days to THE KILLER EOYS! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just hope its not over*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&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/7144821-112756165257583822?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112756165257583822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112756165257583822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112756165257583822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112756165257583822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-shiyu-hellos-seems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112722966536775765</id><published>2005-09-20T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:21:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;*will be back after EOYs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;which happens to be on 141005 (: byees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112722966536775765?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112722966536775765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112722966536775765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112722966536775765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112722966536775765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/will-be-back-after-eoys-which-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112635575385142850</id><published>2005-09-10T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T20:35:53.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took a taxi all the way&lt;br /&gt;from his house at macpherson&lt;br /&gt;to saint patricks bus stop&lt;br /&gt;just to take bus 31 with me&lt;br /&gt;to tampines interchange&lt;br /&gt;and take bus 28 to my house&lt;br /&gt;then he made own his way home&lt;br /&gt;he just made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for rushing to meet me darling.&lt;br /&gt;thats the sweetest thing anyone's ever done.&lt;br /&gt;for me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you really made my day (:&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/7144821-112635575385142850?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112635575385142850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112635575385142850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112635575385142850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112635575385142850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;today is quite a good day. *nods*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but, i'll start with yesterday first kayys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hmm. yesterday i had tuition in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was pretty okay. and yayness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i finished my chinese holiday hmwk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so yupp yupps. its a very good thing (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;after tuition jean and i went to PP for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*squeals* &lt;strong&gt;SUPER HAPPY FUN TIME..!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;heehees. we ate lunch at pastamania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i had yummy creamy chicken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and jean had spagetti TORTELLINI. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;super weird word. but she pronounced it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yippeeee. we walked everywhere after tt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh yeahh. before that we went to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;planet surf&lt;/strong&gt;. stylo looking place (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but the people there freaked me abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then jean was like staring at someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;turns out to be her ex-neighbour. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;chey lorh. i thought her ex-BOYFRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;haha. not exciting de. he wore pink =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bad taste. and ooh yeah. got this shop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;selling pens with hands at the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;one of the pens, the fingers was doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the erm F*CK sign. HAHAHAHAHAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;super funny lorh. their definition was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"hey!" haha. i so didnt know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;F * C K = H E Y ` sniggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we also went to OP for fun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i tried on at green top, and i made jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;try on a purple one. heehees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;took pictures too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1090351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/200/P1090351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;super fun lorh. heehee. but then arh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we don't want to buy rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so give back to the woman tt time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i felt super paisehh lorhs. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;toopig jean tan just kept mum =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ohwells`~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after that, we went to the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;talked about alot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so scary lorh. i dun wanna say here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;met eileen and dawn there (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in the end, me and eileen went to school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and changed there. haha. luckily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the security guard let us in. yayness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;c.o was kinda alrights. yupps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the lao shi was super nice &lt;em&gt;as usual&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he also noticed my left hand abit &lt;em&gt;spastic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so he told me to practice like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10mins- right hand; 30mins- left hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after all that practicing hors. my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;was super wobbly and worn out ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ohwells. i will be able to play the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;percussion piece well, &lt;strong&gt;SOMEDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;oh ya! we saw ruth too ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then now i'll blog about today (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i went for mrs siow's tuition at 10am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and went home at around 12pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;gosh i tell you all something man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;metals are really really tough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;not as in literally larh, but the doing part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but im going to complete the TYS soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so yippee doodles for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;after that, i went home and took like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HALF AN HOUR just to choose what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i was going to wear to meet rayray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haha. incredible huhs? ohwells. vain MAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so realising i have little time left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i rushed to bathe and scoot out of the hse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and goodness the stupid bus took so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;made me feel super pek chek i tell yoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;luckily i made it in time for the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;heehees. my darling bought the tix (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank yoo darling!&lt;/strong&gt; he also bought me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;french fries! two packets somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cause i didnt have time for any lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mwahhs. so sweet of him. heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we watched "the perfect catch" at PS GV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;heehee. we sat at the couple seats too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;super funny and kinda paiseh *^^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the movie was nice and romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;enjoyed it cause got comfy shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to rest my head on. teehee (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;after the movie, we went trotting around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;darling bought stuff for his teacher MrOng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;heehee. and i happily bought a purse! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and im super duper happy because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ITS AN EMILY THE STRANGE PURSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;heehee. so happy that i finally got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we were supposed to take neos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but darling said there got no machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so after that we just took mrt together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and very funny. he saw his sister there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;teehees (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;after i reached tampines, i meet eileen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to buy her birthday present lorhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i don't know why, but i found her top-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;particularly funny to look at. maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was because of the weird netting in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the front of it bahs. yupps. in the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i bought her a card- which i haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;written in yet, and a schnauzer stuff toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and i bought myself a mini stripey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;heehees (: &lt;em&gt;oh happy day!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/P1090405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/200/P1090405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sorry so dark. heehees. mini stripey! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i love it tonnes! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;okays. i think i'll end right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;got to do finish my holiday hmwk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;then satrt revising and studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-waves!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;LOVES;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;gillian` [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;`you are my only one (:&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/7144821-112609984360303442?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112609984360303442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112609984360303442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112609984360303442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112609984360303442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/hellus-today-is-quite-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112582588461775786</id><published>2005-09-04T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:32:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hellos! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yupps. its me again. teehees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;anyway. lemme write about last friday.&lt;br /&gt;went to school as usual. yupps.&lt;br /&gt;rained like crap throughout the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i felt miserable every minute.&lt;br /&gt;and i also don't know why i told ruth about you*&lt;br /&gt;yupps. i probably was just thinking,&lt;br /&gt;and you* happen to cross my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i ever cross your mind, like a warm sunshine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. ruth replaced me for the arts excusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big thank you ruth! =) &lt;/strong&gt;i love my partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school had c.o, as usual. sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i didnt have to pay much if not i'll scream.&lt;br /&gt;thank god mdm foo let us off early man.&lt;br /&gt;but the unfortunate thing was i had to walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;i swear the whole time i was walking in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;i was cursing and swearing the whole time man.&lt;br /&gt;i had to hold my physics tys, my bio txtbk, and trophy.&lt;br /&gt;and in my bag was my thick file, ss txtbk and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER&lt;/strong&gt; heavy man. i so wanted to just place all of it at the&lt;br /&gt;traffic light and just walk to ah poh's house.&lt;br /&gt;but i made it there. yippee! with all my barang barang =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so i rushed up to bath and practically brisk walked&lt;br /&gt;to the bus stop. i went to ee hwee's house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;ate prawn mee. heehee. got dunno what clams inside.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i didnt even know what was that. but i ate it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;=D heehee. any seafood i also will it. especially &lt;strong&gt;LALAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is SUPER SHIOK man. haha. grins happily.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after dinner, we like rushed up to ee hwee's room&lt;br /&gt;and i borrowed her brown OP skirt. can see my huge thighs.&lt;br /&gt;OOPS. haha. anyway. she wore white top and pwetty skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee. then seeing that the time was already 7:15pm,&lt;br /&gt;we rushed like hell to VS. and when we arrived, we looked like&lt;br /&gt;IDIOTS. because everyone was in their huge group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;and once again, we looked really like anti-social 0_o"&lt;br /&gt;when we went into the auditorium, which was pretty big.&lt;br /&gt;we waited for another 15 minutes before EMD started.&lt;br /&gt;*so much for the rushing and running across roads huh?*&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the performance and all was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;especially the emcees and the actors. they rawked LA.&lt;br /&gt;haha. during the intermission after i came back to the&lt;br /&gt;auditorium, I SAW MY DARLING!! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;heehee. super funny. i was pointing and pointing to ee hwee.&lt;br /&gt;and we spend the rest of the time taking pics =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second half of the performance was FAB too.&lt;br /&gt;cause my darling was acting MAH. teehees.&lt;br /&gt;and when the show ended, all the victorians&lt;br /&gt;were doing their &lt;em&gt;thang.&lt;/em&gt; LOLS. their tradition thingy.&lt;br /&gt;yupps. super scary. everyone like rushed to the front&lt;br /&gt;and started gathering around i have no idea what.&lt;br /&gt;yupp. to me, they looked like witches around a cauldron.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. haha. im no victorian. i'll never understand =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;victorians love their school alot huh? ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the show was fabulous overall.&lt;br /&gt;no regrets in the end. yupps.&lt;br /&gt;now im beginning to think co-ed will suck&lt;br /&gt;cause all your "traditions" will not be the same,&lt;br /&gt;will girls around that is. OHWELLS.&lt;br /&gt;im just glad KC will never go co-ed (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i got to go now.&lt;br /&gt;will update maybe tmr! [:&lt;br /&gt;LOVES/&lt;br /&gt;gillian`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my eyes adore yoo `)__&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/7144821-112582588461775786?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112582588461775786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112582588461775786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112582588461775786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112582588461775786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/hellos-yupps.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112575212735016049</id><published>2005-09-03T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T20:55:27.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/blog%20stuffs/iminlove.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hellos!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was darling's EMD.&lt;br /&gt;heehee. me and ee hwee went for it.&lt;br /&gt;it totally rawks i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;super funny and all.&lt;br /&gt;especially the emcees [:&lt;br /&gt;okay i need to &lt;strong&gt;surrender&lt;/strong&gt; the computer le.&lt;br /&gt;i've been hogging it for about &lt;strong&gt;six hours&lt;/strong&gt; le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVES;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gillian` [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112575212735016049?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112575212735016049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112575212735016049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112575212735016049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112575212735016049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/hellos-ytd-was-darlings-emd.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112557917079867819</id><published>2005-09-01T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:52:50.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with darling (=&lt;br /&gt;happiest day of the month.&lt;br /&gt;haven't seen him in three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;took many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;i love you darling &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHHHHHS [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112557917079867819?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112557917079867819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112557917079867819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112557917079867819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112557917079867819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/hellos-i-went-out-with-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112550296553161127</id><published>2005-08-31T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:57:45.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHDER'S DAY!! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;today was filled with extreme fun and laughter (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yesterday i was still brooding over the fact that today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;had telematches and twoo hours of lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but but, telematch was quite okay. heehees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and twoo hours of lessons- they never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cause Ms Chai was super nice and let us watch "My Fair Lady"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and Ms Lau was super nice too! she let us skip physics [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i guess teachers are easily &lt;em&gt;smitten&lt;/em&gt; by the present students give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;teehees. but you know what? i didnt give anything this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;year. kekes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sounds super evil rights? but half my class didnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;either. ohwells.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but gabrina was nice and she made this card &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in which i signed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in most of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yupps. okay. i forgot to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;start from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first up was &lt;strong&gt;mass!&lt;/strong&gt; the father was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;super funny and nice [:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he made us laugh till our tummy ached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and Mr Meyer was funny too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love the hymns we sang. was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;super meaningful to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i took the hymn booklet home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because gabrina designed it. hehes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;after mass we straightaway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went to class to change for &lt;strong&gt;telematches.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we sat in the basketball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;court for about half an hour, with the sun furiously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;shining down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;on our heads. i swear i thought my head was going to blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thankfully it didnt. hahas. when our turn came for telematches, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;was cheating for the first event which was, &lt;em&gt;bean bag&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thingy. haha. so...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i cheated as well `grins cheekily. ohwells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what could i do right? =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the whole time was very fun and exciting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cause we were cheering like mad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i went &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt; and started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cheering for Mrs Koh, Mrs Lie, Nurul Huda, everyone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;even for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;people i didnt know. hurhurs. but overall it was superbly fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;after telematches, we all went back to the classroom, supposed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;celebrate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but as usual, Mr Pang was no where in sight. must be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;somewhere doing AVA things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ohwells. so we spent the time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;slacking in the class, and decorating a collage of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pictures of things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;starting with "P" for Mr Pang. heehees. at the top was this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"MP3"&lt;/strong&gt; super cute rights? =) sometimes i love three/seven for just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;being ourselves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway. we all didnt bring any food for a &lt;em&gt;class &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;party&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;or anything, so we decided to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;order pizza! yummilicious. the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;rest of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the class was watching My Fair Lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with Ms Chai, when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nadia came in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and said cancelled the order cause it takes too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to arrive. we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;all upset but the next moment, nicole[s] serena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and rannessa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;came into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the class carrying boxes of pizza. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;toopid nadia lie to us =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;soon after the pizza arrived, Mr Pang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;arrived. what good timing eh? hahas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway i guess he really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;liked the collage thingy we gave him [: thats good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;he had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;better appreciate every little picture man. hurhurs. so i ate two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;slices,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and it tasted really good. it was super filling as well. &lt;strong&gt;thank &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three/seven (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;after that i started taking pictures with alot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;like a &lt;em&gt;siao cha bor.&lt;/em&gt; lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but it was worthwhile. the pictures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;was nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;took twoo videos as well. one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with ms chai in it. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;one where i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"poke" everyone's head. hurhurs. very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;funny and nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;stephanie had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;fun as well. -grins- at &lt;strong&gt;1:15pm&lt;/strong&gt; we could all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;liaos (: so i went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to parkway with jean. whoa man. PP was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bombarded with tons of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;weird secondary school people. even got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;schools&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;like bendemeer man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha. weird school. hurhurs. i changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and we headed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to MPH to read&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and rot away. i read this book called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;the dating game&lt;/strong&gt;". its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;was super &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nice. too bad i no bling bling to buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the book. sixteen bucks. no way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so after that, surprisingly, the pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;really filled our tummies and we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;skipped&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lunch man. kewl huhs. tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;was alright. except for the part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;where i was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;doing "&lt;em&gt;zong he tian kong&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;halfway and i just switched off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hurhurs. ohwells.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went to ah poh's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;house and took more pictures with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;eugene. funny time there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;alrights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i think i've said &lt;strong&gt;enough&lt;/strong&gt; for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i'll stop here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;3loves;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;boonhock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lean on me; when you're not strong `*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&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/7144821-112550296553161127?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112550296553161127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112550296553161127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112550296553161127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112550296553161127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-teachders-day-today-was-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112532241878975056</id><published>2005-08-29T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:56:26.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#0033ff&gt; A Chance With You by Ger [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYRICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do, I musnt give myself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you were mine, when I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Though there's no way of me knowing you deeper&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know I exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to make things harder&lt;br /&gt;No, I never wanted anyone more&lt;br /&gt;But what does it take to get you just to love me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do, I musn’t give myself away&lt;br /&gt;Even though, I know I could lose a chance with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;That you understand the things that, I just couldn't say&lt;br /&gt;And forever now, I feel you know me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wanting to know you better&lt;br /&gt;But my words don't even come out right&lt;br /&gt;Now my head just keeps on spinning around me&lt;br /&gt;Can you fill the void inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus x3)&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;[ if anyone can find the above song, pls send it to me!&lt;br /&gt;its stuck in my head! but no one can find it so far :(  thx! ]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hellos! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really rmb alot these days.&lt;br /&gt;saddening huhs?&lt;br /&gt;maybe im going to suffer amenesia soon.&lt;br /&gt;haha. ohwells -grinz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just write bunch of craps.&lt;br /&gt;which is mainly bits and pieces of what i rmb [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;ilovemcspicydouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoo can buy me one &lt;b&gt;ANYDAY&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;-sniggers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some things i noted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is such a big word. do you know that? (:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0033&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has the power to create, as well as destroy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that unfair, as long as you take it in a positive light [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:430%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="lightgreen"&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#9999FF"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#CC33FF"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#CC33FF"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff3399"&gt; can make any person smile ((:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;thats about it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. im craving for mcspicy now.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww. and i LOVE weiwei and ondre ((:&lt;br /&gt;beams happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3loves;&lt;br /&gt;gillian` [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112532241878975056?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112532241878975056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112532241878975056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112532241878975056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112532241878975056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/chance-with-you-by-ger-lyrics-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112506637176312558</id><published>2005-08-26T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:26:11.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel GREEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kays its like super obvious huhs.&lt;br /&gt;lols; oh wells im satisfied =)(=&lt;br /&gt;today got back the biology retest.&lt;br /&gt;did quite badly. only 65% plus.&lt;br /&gt;sighs, but i counted overall, and i got 70%.&lt;br /&gt;so it aint that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting lamer by the second.&lt;br /&gt;innfluence by my psycho partner i think.&lt;br /&gt;haha. it aint her fault that she's hyper. lols.&lt;br /&gt;but today was fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics, ms lau had practicals.&lt;br /&gt;so she didnt come i thank god. -i didnt do her hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;lols. then after that was three periods.&lt;br /&gt;most of which i spent my time doodling in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote the whole poem i wrote for my darling (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after recess, was social studies.&lt;br /&gt;it was in the computer lab twoo.&lt;br /&gt;yayness. i did the worksheet finish super fast.&lt;br /&gt;so that i could use the internet! yippees.&lt;br /&gt;mrs teo was super nice, letting us use it.&lt;br /&gt;thankies mrs teo -winks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese orchestra was next. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;thank god i didnt have to play for shiyu again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just have a mini cardiac arrest or smth like that.&lt;br /&gt;whooops. i just realised i havent replied eileen.&lt;br /&gt;wahs. heck man, im super lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happy with my phone now.&lt;br /&gt;im happy with alot of things now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats the reason why im smiling so much nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="33CCFF"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3loves;&lt;br /&gt;stopping here =)&lt;br /&gt;gillian` (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112506637176312558?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112506637176312558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112506637176312558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112506637176312558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112506637176312558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-green-kays-its-like-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112471832919807202</id><published>2005-08-22T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:47:18.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt; &lt;font color=#ff0033&gt; happy two months darls!&lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CC33FF"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;`smiles happy =)(=&lt;br /&gt;today is such a HAPPY day you know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you didnt know,&lt;br /&gt;IT IS..!&lt;br /&gt;lols. yes im crazy.&lt;br /&gt;crazy in love &lt;3 hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. back to my post.&lt;br /&gt;today was like any other nice day.&lt;br /&gt;my partner was mad as usual.&lt;br /&gt;so was gabrina. &lt;br /&gt;oh it was a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during most of the periods,&lt;br /&gt;i spent my time stoning.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. nothing different =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i cant be with my darling today.&lt;br /&gt;he had EMD rehearsals man.&lt;br /&gt;ughhs. irritating larhs.&lt;br /&gt;need a BIG HUG from him rights now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was practically smiling like a fool today.&lt;br /&gt;haha. smiling to ee hwee, to steph.&lt;br /&gt;haha. to EVERYONE! ((:&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. there is something special about today,&lt;br /&gt;to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;-grinz mischievously-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even wrote a "poem" for him.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i know its supposed to be vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;but. its the 20th century. i dont care =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how MUCH i love you my darling;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy that i wanna share my happiness with &lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayys. im mentally challenged.&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3gillian`&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#9999FF"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do i ever cross your mind; like a warm sunshine =)(=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112471832919807202?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112471832919807202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112471832919807202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112471832919807202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112471832919807202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-two-months-darls3-smiles-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112428698060807497</id><published>2005-08-17T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:59:45.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;suicidal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;no one who truly cares.&lt;br /&gt;no one to seek solace in.&lt;br /&gt;no one to break the harsh silence.&lt;br /&gt;nobody who understands.&lt;br /&gt;nobody who bothers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove to desperation.&lt;br /&gt;tears stained cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without an utter sound.&lt;br /&gt;in deafening silence,&lt;br /&gt;life floats off a body,&lt;br /&gt;like a butterfly fluttering its wings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i tear my heart open; just to feel "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="small"&gt;words by: gilliansng 170805. (c)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112428698060807497?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112428698060807497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112428698060807497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112428698060807497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112428698060807497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/suicidal-no-one-to-turn-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112427613153935309</id><published>2005-08-17T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:55:31.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellooos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long never post liaos.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;so many stupid tests today.&lt;br /&gt;three in a row lorhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emaths&lt;br /&gt;-chinese&lt;br /&gt;-english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf rights. sighhs.&lt;br /&gt;going to see doctor liaos&lt;br /&gt;update later or another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3;&lt;br /&gt;boonhock guthu s nerg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dont you just adore my name? =)(=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112427613153935309?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112427613153935309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112427613153935309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112427613153935309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112427613153935309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/hellooos-so-long-never-post-liaos.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112386038403072025</id><published>2005-08-12T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:28:00.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/SF65_b_Front_closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/200/SF65_b_Front_closed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/SF65_b_back_closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/200/SF65_b_back_closed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely want this fone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siemens sf65&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in love.&lt;br /&gt;teehee s*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update about today, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;too tired now. stoopid ulcer. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;-and p.s SAM, if you're reading this,&lt;br /&gt;look! i changed back to good old adidas ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES;&lt;br /&gt;gillian`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112386038403072025?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112386038403072025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112386038403072025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112386038403072025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112386038403072025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-absolutely-want-this-fone.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112360212580770539</id><published>2005-08-09T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:42:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hello s*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`happy national day to all! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yayness. today is a PUBLIC holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the roads was totally jammed with cars.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. its &lt;strong&gt;national day..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. im absolutely mad.&lt;br /&gt;kays. i have to make this post short.&lt;br /&gt;cause im &lt;strong&gt;sick&lt;/strong&gt; and i have &lt;strong&gt;laoshi's&lt;/strong&gt; tuition tmr.&lt;br /&gt;sighness* im ever so unlucky i tell yoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i forgot to say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i passed my physics..!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;super happy about it man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i will do as well for the other subs.&lt;br /&gt;-grins happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy 40th birthday Singapore..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so old liaos. hurhur s*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding. and today is also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;deedee's one year death anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;my darling deedee. i miss yoo loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;may yoo rest in peace in heaven alrights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;we will takkaire of chichi dun yoo worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;iloveyoo lots =) *mwahhhs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alrights i gotta go liaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takkaire y'all buhbyes.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;happy birthday in advance uncle eli..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lots of love from boonhock &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gillian` =)(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'll never let yoo go my darling &lt;3&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/7144821-112360212580770539?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112360212580770539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112360212580770539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112360212580770539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112360212580770539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello-s-happy-national-day-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112351357571428472</id><published>2005-08-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:12:01.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="purple"&gt; thank yoo darling! =)(=&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;yay. another skin. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;didnt really fancy the previous wan. &lt;br /&gt;too messy and too pink. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;i still love neon green. oh yah must find a green skin.&lt;br /&gt;so look out for a change in skin soon. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun. took neos with eileen peiyi and serene.&lt;br /&gt;-beams happily-&lt;br /&gt;thoroughly enjoyed my day.&lt;br /&gt;except for the parts were i sneezed lyk mad,&lt;br /&gt;and the parts where i kept bursting out in cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;yupps =)(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh i love this " =)(= "&lt;br /&gt;its just feels so cute to me suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;and my parents are back from malacca.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad i got?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;you'll never figure it out =P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves; gillian`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, check this out. super sweet i tell yoo.&lt;br /&gt;made me cry continuously.&lt;br /&gt;www.i-believe-you.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112351357571428472?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112351357571428472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112351357571428472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112351357571428472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112351357571428472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-yoo-darling-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112333795319021609</id><published>2005-08-06T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:19:13.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;im so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;spent the whole day online doing this stoopig skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sighhhness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my mumm and daddy went to malacca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so it means.. FREEDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wahaha. not really larhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;im not so evil and rebellious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but tmr i am going out with darling and ee hwee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;keke *yayness*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway. i gtg liaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my sister needs to use liaos. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yoo are my only one &lt;3&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/7144821-112333795319021609?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112333795319021609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112333795319021609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112333795319021609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112333795319021609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112317377036905756</id><published>2005-08-05T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T00:44:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>famous quotes from amy kok-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she caught typhoid from the fly in the toilet"&lt;br /&gt;"she wanted to visit the garden"&lt;br /&gt;"good morning ms chai and members ON the floor"&lt;br /&gt;"erm.. ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gillian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:42am|050805&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112317377036905756?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112317377036905756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112317377036905756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112317377036905756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112317377036905756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/famous-quotes-from-amy-kok-she-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112307851752793328</id><published>2005-08-03T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:15:17.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/spideydancer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/200/spideydancer.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee s*  i kopped this from marlon's blog.&lt;br /&gt;sorry arhs marlon. it was just TOO FUNNY to resist.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. never been updating in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;sorry. been busy with tests and all. yupps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blinks*&lt;br /&gt;everyday's been a funny day.&lt;br /&gt;amy bought me the $1.05 lime green bottle today.&lt;br /&gt;super funny man. wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;had phototaking today as well. so funn! =))&lt;br /&gt;the fun shots involved amaths and emaths books.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahahahahaha s..!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i had biology, literature and ss tests.&lt;br /&gt;screwed up, hmmm. all of them??&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh wells. cant expect much.&lt;br /&gt;i have lyk limited brain capacity. hurhur s*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to go liaos. need to chiong for chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;rahh s*  buhbyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if yoo see me walking by,&lt;br /&gt;and tears are in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;look away, baby,&lt;br /&gt;look away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we meet on the street one day,&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;look away, baby,&lt;br /&gt;look away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont want yoo to see me this way...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112307851752793328?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112307851752793328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112307851752793328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112307851752793328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112307851752793328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/heehee-s-i-kopped-this-from-marlons.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112274141363510182</id><published>2005-07-31T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:36:53.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/little%20mariah%20may%2705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/200/little%20mariah%20may%2705.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;the sweetest lil angel from god; mariah, dale's niece! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;im starting to appreciate the little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;but i still cant feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even love myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;i&gt;goodbye my past. im longer me from today onwards&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112274141363510182?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112274141363510182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112274141363510182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112274141363510182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112274141363510182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweetest-lil-angel-from-god-mariah.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112247141876921051</id><published>2005-07-27T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:36:58.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never update in about three days.&lt;br /&gt;seemed like years to me.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had my biology CA.&lt;br /&gt;goshers. i think i screwed it.&lt;br /&gt;not highly unusual at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruth went home after comb humans.&lt;br /&gt;get well soon partner! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole day was so boring man.&lt;br /&gt;except literature. HAHS.&lt;br /&gt;amy is extremely WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;but in a strange way, funny too.&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what to write liaos.&lt;br /&gt;first time rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i have somethings to say to some ppl.&lt;br /&gt;haha. for fun larhh. BORING MAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huangshiyu: i screwed bio. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;evadneang: stop singing the song leh. boring le. XD&lt;br /&gt;raywang: enjoy yourself on saturday darls! (:&lt;br /&gt;seoweehwee: i love edison! wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;elizabethchew: boonhock hocked the boon. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeness.&lt;br /&gt;im rubbish-y.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;OHWELLS.&lt;br /&gt;till the next time...&lt;br /&gt;gilliansng` ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/skyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/200/skyone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`the pretty view from my window (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;friends and kinsmen! let me your ears!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112247141876921051?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112247141876921051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112247141876921051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112247141876921051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112247141876921051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-never-update-in-about-three-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112220172746035035</id><published>2005-07-24T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:42:07.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hellos!&lt;br /&gt;weets. today is sunday. rahhness usual boring day. hmm. im a guai girl, i completed my 5 amaths exercises and after i log off, i will do my physics and chinese worksheets finish! yayness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went for tuition at eight in the morning and came back at one in the afternoon. only to REALISE that im going for speech day too. so i had to rush to bathe and get out of my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we reached there, the ceremony already began. and my sister danielle couldnt registered. rahhness. super frustrating lorh. everyone was lyk staring at me when i stepped into the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blardy boey larh. all her fault. then first up was chinese orchestra. i thought in my head "yippee i can hear eileen play!" but guess what. percussion wasnt even there lorhh. i was so angry okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole speech day was quite okay. seemed like last year. except i wasnt receiving any prize this year. ohwells. you win and lose some rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. after the speech day was over, i walked with eileen out of school and she told me the reason why percussion wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turns out that dawn, peiyi, fangqi, and eileen was late. cause they thought they were supposed to come at one as the consent form wrote "one oclock" but i told them 11:45am the previous day. ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mdm foo was super angry and she said (direct translation) :without you all, co still can play OK. i mean lyk i know its wrong to be late, but what right do you have to stop them frorm playing in the orchestra just based on your anger because they were late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not saying being late is excusable, but very honestly, yesterday's performance without percussion was absolutey HORRIBLE. it sounded lyk crap man. one hundred percent. RAH. heck them larh. make shiyu cry only. wtf sia. maybe we should all really quit from kcco. SEE WHAT SHE WILL DO MAN. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. back to describing yesterday. hmm. so me and eileen were sitting at the bus stop waiting for 31 when.. keke. i saw richenda coming! and the guy who was already at the bus stop stood up and walked towards her. only then did i realise, the guy was ARTHUR. haha. her boyfriend. haha. you go girl (: wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the bus came and yupps. darling took the same bus too. hmm. so he sat infront of me (facing me) and eileen sat beside me. and later in the bus, i gave darling his belated bdae gift -stripey- wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then eileen's bro HAD TO call and make a big HOO-HAH about her going out with a boy. `sorry eileen. didnt mean to get you scolded. but anyway. eileen was so nice. she didnt blame me or anything. she just got really pissed with her brother thats all. when we reached tampines mall, eileen waited for me at converse and i went to pretty in tokyo to take neos with darling ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling was super blurr kays. he never take before. haha. it was super weird in the machine, but in the end, im glad we took the neos =) its so sweet and nice. now when i miss him, or vice versa, we can look at the neos. keke. happy* so after taking the neos, darling went off and i went to find eileen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. in the end she was still talking on the phone (to peiyi) with her back facing me so i crept up to her and shouted "BOO!" and my gawd. she got the shock of her life man. haha. super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. unable to watch the movie due to -number one- low cash amt in my wallet and -number two- time constraint. haha. yuppies. so we walked around the whole tampines mall. (something i've done about, hmm. lemme see, A BILLION TIMES?!) ohwells. no choice rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my favourite place we went to was toys r us. haha. damn funny lorh. they played the toopig "if u're happy and you know it clap your hands" song. and weird thing was me and eileen clapped our hands at the same time. haha. people were staring. but we didnt care. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we went to isetan. went to the BILLABONG section. haha. tried on their caps. we said next time will come back and buy the caps and wear go out. haha. wheee. i fell in love with the billabong grey tee and the skirt which costs SEVENTY BUCKS. goodness rights. haha. ohwells. wad do yoo expect *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home liaos. haha. actually I went home, hmm eileen... got lost in tampines. wahaha. told her to take 65, even led her to the place. then she stupid stupid trotted off to some oloo place. retarded. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but in the rest assured, she reached home safely. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cantWAITtoGOoutWITHeileenAGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;yippeeDOOODLES ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3l0vesyooalways;&lt;br /&gt;`gilliansngweilian*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112220172746035035?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112220172746035035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112220172746035035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112220172746035035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112220172746035035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/hellos-weets.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112204174715114041</id><published>2005-07-22T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:24:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;helloooo! hehhs. so long never update this blog liaos. oops sorry sorry. this is BMW (book and music week) thats why no time. cause the day is PACKED with activities and by the time i reach home, im dead beat. and all i wanna do is SLEEP. so i'll just write what happened day by day. yuppies. here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;today was quite a normal day. nothing unusual happened. thankfully. haha. i met darling after school at the seven eleven bus stop there (: yayness. hees* he so nice, walked with me all the way to my grandma house which was kinda far. awww. thanks darling mwahhs* love yoo &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then i waited with him at the bus stop for 55 to come =) while waiting we were like taking photos using his phone. lols. super funny. in the end only had one &lt;em&gt;nice &lt;/em&gt;picture. haha. it was taken in a hurry. yuppies doodles. then after tt i went to my grandma house for dinner and talked to eileen on the phone. haha. my cousin eugene was lyk singing and strumming the guitar at the same time. haha. eileen was impressed by his guitar playing skills but his voice erm. haha. off key. =X i asked eugene play a chinese song cause eileen likes chinese songs. then he play "san zhi lao shu" haha. stupid mann. but it is a chinese song. haha. so cant blame him, my BESTEST cuz right? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hmm. today was the start of book and music week liaos. yupps. the G O H was Mrs Ursula Quah. ex-kcian i think. LOL. her speech wasnt as boring as ms lum's speech. haha. not unusual larhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hmm. after the speeches was "out of my mime" i think. it was SUPERB man. so creative and interesting. mime is lyk acting without props because our mind fills in the blanks with our imagination. kewl huhh. so our mind is lyk so power. haha. then after that had the "dikit barat" sorry if im spelling this wrongly. and the dance. i think so. yupps. the malay dance was great. very new and refreshing (: however on the dance item, i still think the standard has dropped after mel, gwen, natasha they all left. nods*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after all that we returned to class for spelling bee and the words so hard man. but by some kind of &lt;em&gt;suay luck,&lt;/em&gt; i got into the finals. dorts rights? yeah i know. bummer. the rest of the time was spent making bookmarks! i made one for uncle eli, one for ee hwee, and one for steph! ((: yippee doodles. heh. and ee hwee sucha a sweetie made one for me as well. awww. haha. steph was too busy making her finland flags thingy. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we returned to the hall for more stuff after that. haha. it was alright. i lyked the percussionists the best. woots. go percussionists! then the last prog for the day was movie madness. i watched "deadman walking" in the music room. the room was super cold. and neritta kept falling asleep. wahaha. the movie was so touching and sad i tell you. couldn't help but cry. yupps. awww. the way matthew poncelet died was scary and upsetting man. he died by lethal injection. my gawd ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;second day of BMW! hehhs. the first prog was those kinda musical thingy put up for us about racial harmony. so funny and cute man! tickled my tummy many times. esp that mr lee guy. RAWKS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we had the english reading thingy before "lunch" and my gawd there was lyk so many questions man. absolutely almost impossible to complete it all. rahhness. after the english newspaper thing, me and ee hwee rushed down to the music room for spelling bee finals. damn the &lt;em&gt;suay luck&lt;/em&gt; was "shining" on me again. cause you know what? i won first in level. makes you wanna faint knowing that huh? haha. ohwells. the words were [#1] psycholinguistics [#2] idiosyncrasy [#3] dementia [#4] schizophrenia. yupps. haha. i only won cause out of three girls, im the only one who spelt numbebr four correctly. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cool experience though. then after lunch rights, we had the taiwanese experts who did a "cross-talk" in chinese for us. it was damn funny. made me laugh till my jaw and tummy ached lyk crazy. haha. they rock! big time man =) after the chinese cross talk people, i think we had another prog but i cant rmb what. hehhs. as far as i can rmb, the day ended off fine. haha. with tuition at laoshi house actually. haha. ohwells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wheeee ((: today is the LAST day of BMW. haha. yayness. haha. the first part of the day was filled with presentations. non stop. to me, it was pretty boring. =P then after "recess" (which i had no chance to eat at all cuz of the singing thing) we had the chinese singing competition finals. haha. we went RETRO. haha. three7 wore our class shirts over and others except me wore huge dangly earrings and headbands too. wheee. in the end, three3 won SECOND! wahaha. i think it was based on biasness that we got that far. ohwells heck it. its OVER. thats all that matter right. hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then it was the prize giving ceremony. lalala. so many ppl from three7 received smth. lol. what do you expect right. wahaha. four6 too mahh. the people who received prizes from my class was lyk the debate ppl, all six of them i think, me and ee hwee, stefanie kodiman, nic chua and sueann, the whole three7 for bmw quiz and singing competition. haha. yupps. may have forgotten names. if i did. sorry! bad memory yehh. my prize was a gift voucher to buy $30 worth of books from the display downstairs for free. lol. so rubbish. i prefer lyk mph or times man. ohwells. in the end i bought "a series of unfortunate events", "anne of green gables" and "stuff they dont teach in school" &lt;--- super lame. regret wasting $16 of the voucher. DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hmms. friday is actually today. wahaha. im being lame again. hmm. today resumed to normal school day and we had FOUR PERIODS OF MATHS! gasps* haha. not too bad. learnt new chapter of emaths. the graph parts. yupp. my school is actually very slow in syllabus. ohwells. cant help it. and during social studies, i was practically sleeping infront of teo sock woon but she didnt even notice. wahaha. days lyk these rock mann. in biology i paid attention OKAY. haha. she gave us a ten mins break after about one period. then seeing so many of us dead tired and sleeping on the desks, she was like "don't disturb you all larhh" then she walked out of the class. wahahaha. kewlness hors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after that was chinese. funny but very boring too. wahahaha. not interested in what mdm foo has to say okay. she show me attitude. i show her attitude too lah. FAIR AND SQUARE. hmphhs. and oh yeahh. mr seeto gave us boxes of ferrero roche man! cause he was leaving today and he rmbed us! he tughted us the chapter pressure before the june hols. awww. so sweet of him. so we made him a thank you! :) card! yippe. i wrote the thankyou words on the cover. haha. im trying to claim some "fame" haha. im rubbish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now the next period maths, is where all the fun began. kekeke. as usual we were all tired after a looong day of what seemed like never-ending subjects. so the last peroid always seemed redundant. cause three quarters of us dun even pay attention. LOL. so someone asked "mr pang, what is your christian name?" mr pang didnt reply. so we decided to create one for him! so i looked at mr pang and suggested "how about patrick?" then ruth was lyk "okay okay!! patrick pang." then the whole class started laughing. haha. mr pang was lyk trying hard to supress his smile but it was too VISIBLE le. *too bad mr pang =P hehhs. so it became &lt;strong&gt;p *square*&lt;/strong&gt; haha. but then we all decide cube would be nicer. so he became &lt;strong&gt;mr patrick peter pang.&lt;/strong&gt; lols. super funny. he wanted to laugh but being the usual sarcastic him he said "if any of the teachers call me that, i'll send you all to DC okay" haha. funny mister pang. wheeeee. today was nice ((: i pray tmr is nice too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;speech and prizing giving tmr! whoopie doo! my sister danielle receiving prize. yippee! im going to watch the ceremony and kcco play. wheeee. hehh. eileen better play right. or else... hehh hehh. she chum liaos. keke. wonder what to wear. i only got tshirts. dammit mann. rahhhness how?? hope can go out with rayray and eileen tmr. want to give darling his bdae prezzie and take neoprints. muacks. love yoo darling. and yes yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy one month darling! mwahhs* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; `i love you many many! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gilliansng` ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;MIME; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the art of silent acting.&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/7144821-112204174715114041?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112204174715114041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112204174715114041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112204174715114041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112204174715114041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/helloooo-hehhs.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112151724175699741</id><published>2005-07-16T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T20:34:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;see! i re-did my whole blogskin. hehhs. well not the whole thing. but mostly the skin. oh my. its took me over 5 hours to do everything man cause of many distractions lyk my parents coming back, lunch, msn, the telly, phone calls, CALLS of nature. hahas. yupps many many i tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and now, my template is screwed still. i cant seem to make the other side (right side) work! everytime i press on the icons below, it still happens to the original box instead! damn im frustrated i tell you. spent so long. and now its lyk that. sighhs. nvm. one of these days when im really free, i'll go figure it out. keke. right now, i'll leave it like that. i mean the girl there is absolutely gorgeous anyway. -grinz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway do you peeps lyk my blogskin design? i drew it on PAINT ((: all by my little self okay! hahas. i've been dreaming to do this. why may half black and white you may ask. well. i lyk black words against white background. but sumtimes i feel colourful and might want to put some colours in m post but against the white backgrd, it cant be seen. so i have a black background too! wheee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im mad i know. but its MY blog right? -smirks anyway. today was boring. had tuition in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sat next to my cuz eugene. hahas. he indeed slimmed down after the bout of flu. oh my -get well soon my bestest cuz lols- anyways. i've been online since 12 plus or elevn plus. cant rmb. and talked to so many people. hahas. and evadne and i went mad on a "changing msn dp every 4mins spreeeee" funny okayys. so many different pics. can see those with jason and her. and me and rayray. hahaha. we're weird. oh wells. oh yeh! she didnt tag. rahhhs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hmm. my sister wants the computer already. since i've been hoggin it for a terribly long time, i shall be nice and give it to her. wahahas. i know what you're thinking. "you?! NICE?! HAHAHA. yeah right!" well. hahas. whatever. TALK TO THE HAND BABY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;3loves;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gilliansng`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;p:s look at the girl kissing the boy pic below!! aint they cute?? *smiles happily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112151724175699741?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112151724175699741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112151724175699741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112151724175699741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112151724175699741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/see-i-re-did-my-whole-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112143618449798072</id><published>2005-07-15T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:07:59.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ruth leong is crazy!! its true! my new partner is crazy. haha. you know what she did today? in her water bottle had three DEAD ants (which sank to the bottom). so being psycho as she is, she named them "bill, gates (bill's gf) and ___" haha the blank is because i forgot the name of the supposedly "third party" lols. hmms. anyway. she talked to her &lt;em&gt;friends, &lt;/em&gt;everytime she was bored. haha. i guess &lt;em&gt;without eddy, her life is kinda dull.&lt;/em&gt; lols. im terribly mean. keke. oh wells. then she drank water from it and after she drank, she peeked into her bottle to see if her &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; were still there. haha. this was the conversation that made ruth go kuku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gillian&lt;/strong&gt;: did you drink your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ruth&lt;/strong&gt; (peeking into bottle): no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ruth&lt;/strong&gt; (pointing to the bottom of the bottle): see! they're ALIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gillian&lt;/strong&gt; (aghast): they're...DEAD...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ruth&lt;/strong&gt;: (bursts out in laughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;super funny kayys. retarded ruth. lols. -see ruth. i told you i'll dedicate a paragraph to you -&lt;em&gt;smirks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the rest of the school day was pretty normal and boring. my partner and i concluded that its &lt;strong&gt;pms day&lt;/strong&gt; for all teachers who taught three/seven today. yupps. especially mr pang and mrs jalleh. crazy ppl larhh. mr pang suddenly became a noise control freak and mrs jalleh started saying "oi!" alot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh wells. what do you expect from kc teachers. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after school, i went to &lt;strong&gt;parkway&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch with ee hweee ((: the bus trip was super funny. sam saw her &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; and rayray was on the bus =X i didnt tell sam and ee hwee though. so they were lyk "who is RAY huh? wad RAY huh?" my gawd. i was practically covering my ears. haha. crazy man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and we ate at &lt;strong&gt;kfc&lt;/strong&gt; yummilicious shrooms meal. keke. i made ee hwee laugh till she turned absolutely red. muahahas. she is weird larh. nigel person. wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after that, i went to &lt;strong&gt;tampines mall&lt;/strong&gt; with ray. (ruth you're right afterall) lols. we walked practically everywhere aimlessly. except for the time inside &lt;strong&gt;times bookshop&lt;/strong&gt; where he was busy kopping images of pets, and i was looking at the cuddly kitty cats *meoww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;in the end, we still didnt find anything for my &lt;strong&gt;mummy's birthday and huiping's birthday&lt;/strong&gt; aww man. nvm tmr going for dinner at ecp with my family i think. damn rayner is going. damn. spoil the whole occasion only. FAMILY ONLY LEH. oh my. im mean. hope da jie or rayner aint reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and oh yes!! i wanna say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`congratulations da jie on your graduation! &lt;3yoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kayys gtg liaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;buhbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and oh yeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im mixed up inside again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*sighhs heavily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;3loves;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112143618449798072?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112143618449798072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112143618449798072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112143618449798072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112143618449798072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/ruth-leong-is-crazy-its-true-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112127004623100050</id><published>2005-07-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:54:06.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its twelve am in eight minutes.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done my geography homework,&lt;br /&gt;i just finished the ****ing china slides thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling super cranky.&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gillian.&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goawayla.stillreadforwhat.retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112127004623100050?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112127004623100050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112127004623100050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112127004623100050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112127004623100050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-twelve-am-in-eight-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112108810762495573</id><published>2005-07-11T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:25:37.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/1600/stardreamdesigns.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/425/200/stardreamdesigns.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`hellooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;today was such a SUAY DAY man.&lt;br /&gt;goshers larhh. everything went WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;first went to school and had a very boring time.&lt;br /&gt;then found out that i kena my period. rah*&lt;br /&gt;then had SUPER LONG ASSEMBLY. blardy heell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so angry okay. i was supposed to meet RAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;`sobs sobs. made me so unhappy lehh.&lt;br /&gt;cause couldnt meet him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;i ask him to go home first. cuz waiting not fun.&lt;br /&gt;sadness kayys. i kept looking at my watch,&lt;br /&gt;throughout the whole assembly period lorh.&lt;br /&gt;sighh heavily* all the stupid BMW briefing man.&lt;br /&gt;its absolutely redundant anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the bus stop was FILLED with kcians.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhs* so frustrating. hot and tired too.&lt;br /&gt;wad a day. lucky joey was there ((:&lt;br /&gt;then i look 196 with her to bedok interchange.&lt;br /&gt;then took 31 from there. not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;and later took 29 with her as well. yippees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but by the time i reached home, &lt;br /&gt;its was already FOUR! (time for tuition)&lt;br /&gt;but i haven ATE and BATHED YET!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i called mister siow and changed timing to 430.&lt;br /&gt;ate spaghetti. yummilicious man. keke.&lt;br /&gt;then headed for tuition lorh. wooots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i told u it was a SUAY DAY,&lt;br /&gt;the only sit left was beside kenneth, and beside kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;yehh. retarded huhhs. tts cuz NO ONE&lt;br /&gt;wants to sit next to a VAIN RETARD right?!&lt;br /&gt;unfortunate me. sighhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sat next to him, but nearer to the girl. heh.&lt;br /&gt;very obvious cause i totally shifted my chair away.&lt;br /&gt;kekekeke. evil? nahhs. i think its called genius. x)&lt;br /&gt;anywayys. im really happy because i finish a WHOLE&lt;br /&gt;emaths chapter!!  hip hipp hoooorayys! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because justin was staring at mee. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;dunch know lehh. i think he lyks me or smth.&lt;br /&gt;but then arh. he sumtimes seems abit gay. hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;dunno if its true anot. but he very cute. lyk boi boi.&lt;br /&gt;lols. but but but. right now, im faithful to my darling ray &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stupid samuel came and sat beside me. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;he is such a JERK i tell you!! i saw him do this.&lt;br /&gt;tammy (mrs siow's kitty) wanted to lie on his bag.&lt;br /&gt;then he point his finger at the cat, like warning it to stay away.&lt;br /&gt;then tammy just stare at him, and YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID NEXT?!&lt;br /&gt;he use his hand and hit tammy's head so hard!!&lt;br /&gt;i swear the next moment i saw tammy's eyes lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLARDY ANIMAL ABUSER. HATE HIM TO THE CORE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. now get to use the net. yayness. ((:&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;evadne! u must takkaire of youself hors!&lt;br /&gt;dun run or walk too much this few weeks,&lt;br /&gt;till the doc says u're better kayys? ((:&lt;br /&gt;*MWAHHS. &lt;3 loves` get well sooooooon too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta zao liaos.&lt;br /&gt;still toking to my darling though.&lt;br /&gt;-smirks. &lt;br /&gt;and tag my new board people.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 y'all    =)&lt;br /&gt;][giileeeeann.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;eleven days to first month anniversayy darls!  {ai si ni le} &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112108810762495573?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112108810762495573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112108810762495573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112108810762495573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112108810762495573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/hellooooooo-today-was-such-suay-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112092406517158102</id><published>2005-07-09T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:47:45.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a booring day.&lt;br /&gt;i changed my blogskin again as u can see.&lt;br /&gt;pwetty rights? lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. haven touched my hmwk yet.&lt;br /&gt;dammit larhh. im not supposed to porcrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now listening to shao nian&lt;br /&gt;and talking to ray abt ernest.&lt;br /&gt;haha. weird huhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im determined!&lt;br /&gt;after i log off,&lt;br /&gt;im gonna do my amaths hmwk! wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. my mummy is nagging.&lt;br /&gt;rahhness. gotta zhao liaos.&lt;br /&gt;ehh. why no more songs arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. i find that word real kewl.&lt;br /&gt;is it even a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. heck larh.&lt;br /&gt;ernest looks retarded. &lt;br /&gt;haha. weird poser man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 g lee ann.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112092406517158102?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112092406517158102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112092406517158102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112092406517158102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112092406517158102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-is-booring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112083490722240257</id><published>2005-07-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:01:47.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;disclaimer: extremely long post!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayys never update for a loong time.&lt;br /&gt;yippeee dooodles.&lt;br /&gt;im going to now. yaynesss!&lt;br /&gt;but lemme start with things,&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot!! im so kuku headedd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;syf`o5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yayy!!&lt;br /&gt;m so happpy. you know what?&lt;br /&gt;say what! say what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;`percussion is still the best section in KCCO!&lt;br /&gt;woooooots!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my percussion peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookayys next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;percussion nicks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ]] shiyu [[ " jia la jiao&lt;br /&gt;" ]] fangqi [[ " jia kui&lt;br /&gt;" ]] eileen [[ " jia sai&lt;br /&gt;" ]] merrilyn [[ " jia lang&lt;br /&gt;" ]] jia jia [[ " jia JIA.&lt;br /&gt;" ]] gillian [[ " jia zhua&lt;br /&gt;" ]] dawn [[ " jia she&lt;br /&gt;" ]] peiyi [[ "jia *oh no cant rmb!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesterday/today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt; we had chinese singin competition.&lt;br /&gt;practically no one rehearsed the song lorh.&lt;br /&gt;so when we went on the stage,&lt;br /&gt;we were totally unprepared and ready to screw up.&lt;br /&gt;haha. three/seven leh. oh wellls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i hate our song lorhs. so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;haha. its the "wo wu wo wu ye yi ye yiii~"&lt;br /&gt;haha. i have no idea whats the real title.&lt;br /&gt;not sure larhs! hehe. oh wells i hate it sooo. yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, we just faked everyting!&lt;br /&gt;the front row was lyk lip sync-ing.&lt;br /&gt;and the back rows (me and ee hwee)&lt;br /&gt;was lyk holding lyrics and trying to sing louder.&lt;br /&gt;hahahas. i sang so blardy loud kae.&lt;br /&gt;sound so blardy retarded i swear. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the evening, 19 kcco peeps went for c.o presentation.&lt;br /&gt;those gold syf ppl performing at s'pore concert hall.&lt;br /&gt;yuppie doodles. at first i tot it wud be boringg.&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out fine. had so much fun in fact!&lt;br /&gt;sat with shiyu, vanessa and carolyn ((:&lt;br /&gt;behind us was lyk some irritating hwa chong ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft hwa chong played. they was lyk "one two three"&lt;br /&gt;(low voice) " HWA CHONG! " haha. RETARDED!&lt;br /&gt;gosh man everyone practically stared at them.&lt;br /&gt;and they were laughing their asses off lorh.&lt;br /&gt;kee siao ppl. too nerd liaos =P so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;freedom of speech rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since vanessa and shiyu was tokin abt crushes,&lt;br /&gt;me and carolyn decided to crush over lao cheeko(s)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. we're so mean i know. but we just cant help it =)&lt;br /&gt;but overall it was superr fun and rawking man! wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took loadsa pictures too. yupps yupps.&lt;br /&gt;with fangqi, ee hwee, shiyu, vanessa, carolyn and eileen.&lt;br /&gt;wheeee. rawking good man. love them all. &lt;br /&gt;*muuuacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt; in morning assembly, they announced the results.&lt;br /&gt;and it went lyk this " 3/3, 3/4, 3/5 and...... 3/7 "&lt;br /&gt;[ threesix ] wooo! yay! *cuz they no need 0_o"&lt;br /&gt;[ threeseven ] oh shit! oh noooooooooooo..!&lt;br /&gt;retarded hor. oooh wells. no choice larhh. sighhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the whole day was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;except for the first period where i was msgin rayray =)&lt;br /&gt;keke. had FOUR periods of AMATHS. *falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;but luckily its matrices which i already know.&lt;br /&gt;so i spent my time day dreaming and doodling everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. c.o is kinda okayy larhh. i didnt play anything lorh.&lt;br /&gt;chao retarded i tell you. only "we are s'pore"&lt;br /&gt;but i had to go liao. so can consider it as never play.&lt;br /&gt;but what made c.o nice was the pigeon tt came into the gym!&lt;br /&gt;lols super funny i tell you. sooo cute tooo. woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lyk "birdie birdie..!" haha. im mad i know.&lt;br /&gt;but we took so many pics of it lorh. or rather i did.&lt;br /&gt;yupps. so funn!! the pigeon so cute. just sat on the box,&lt;br /&gt;and snoozed a long time. but it disappeared aft that.&lt;br /&gt;i really have no idea where is it liaos. sincw i went off early.&lt;br /&gt;hope its alrite bahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.i gtg liaos. my sister needs so use! &lt;br /&gt;and tmr got mr and mrs siow's tuition. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;ehh. what time is tuition? haha. oh yeh 8!&lt;br /&gt;hope i rmb bahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*l0ves &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;`GILLIANSNG ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112083490722240257?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112083490722240257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112083490722240257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112083490722240257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112083490722240257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/disclaimer-extremely-long-post-kayys.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112037506921592106</id><published>2005-07-03T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T15:17:49.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MATINEE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;we played kinda well i guess.&lt;br /&gt;no screw ups for me!&lt;br /&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;haha. was sooo nervous.&lt;br /&gt;esp i aft played wrong the day b4.&lt;br /&gt;keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day till gala night was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh. i hate my makeup.&lt;br /&gt;its was by mrs lingesh!&lt;br /&gt;omg man.&lt;br /&gt;i looked lyk those wayang ppl.&lt;br /&gt;but worse!!&lt;br /&gt;i lyk mrs lim the best.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but the eyeliner looked nice.&lt;br /&gt;-smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#33ffcc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GALA NIGHT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun kays!&lt;br /&gt;we got onto the stage real early.&lt;br /&gt;at around an hour before the show.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got my timpani tuned and all.&lt;br /&gt;*phew&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the time before the show,&lt;br /&gt;was spent talking with my percussion peeps!&lt;br /&gt;yaynesss.&lt;br /&gt;i think we're the noisiest among all the kcco.&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh wellls.&lt;br /&gt;percussion mahhhs.&lt;br /&gt;can help it =)&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we were telling ghost stories,&lt;br /&gt;and just laughing becuz i kept farting =X&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;and we did a bum ^5!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. but the force was TOO STRONG&lt;br /&gt;for poor fangqi.&lt;br /&gt;that she nearly kena bang my timpani down.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;made lots of noise and receieved &lt;br /&gt;a fair amount of glares and stares&lt;br /&gt;from the tchers backstage,&lt;br /&gt;as well as the kcco ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehhs. =P&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i played welll!&lt;br /&gt;i think ((:&lt;br /&gt;i didnt play wrongly,&lt;br /&gt;and quite loudd as well.&lt;br /&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;and even one tcher said we rawked!&lt;br /&gt;keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percussion is the most obvious wan lorh.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is standing up.&lt;br /&gt;wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;and pm said my "solo" was nice.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;was it him or my sister dan?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but my sister dan said i rocked!&lt;br /&gt;wooots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so elateddd.&lt;br /&gt;wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes yes!!&lt;br /&gt;rayray came! =)&lt;br /&gt;its his surprise for mee.&lt;br /&gt;heh hehh.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for getting so upset kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;we sneaked down during the interval.&lt;br /&gt;and i met huiping with shiyu.&lt;br /&gt;den later met rayray.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm larhs.&lt;br /&gt;hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;and eileen gave me this &lt;br /&gt;orange flowerr.&lt;br /&gt;pwetty. but its to say sorry abt smth.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;at least she gave me flowers.&lt;br /&gt;no one else did though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm (:&lt;br /&gt;next year will be my last yr performing.&lt;br /&gt;hope i get some flowers then.&lt;br /&gt;*hint hint*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go liaos!!&lt;br /&gt;buhbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 loves;&lt;br /&gt;gillian` (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112037506921592106?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112037506921592106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112037506921592106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112037506921592106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112037506921592106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/matinee.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112014357036277555</id><published>2005-06-30T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:59:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;((:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;emdd startedd todayys`&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an eveningg showw`&lt;br /&gt;grins . wooots`&lt;br /&gt;kinda boringg thru the dayy`&lt;br /&gt;andd i playedd wronglyy!`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sighhhs`&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just pray tt it wun happen on gala nightt`&lt;br /&gt;im so tiredd rightt now`&lt;br /&gt;thinkk i goingg to sleep liaos`&lt;br /&gt;eyes keep closingg`&lt;br /&gt;yawnns`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;just watchedd LOST!`&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawkks lyk madd`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-falls asleepp`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gilliann`  &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a &lt;b&gt;confession&lt;/b&gt; to make....&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;b&gt;iloveyou&lt;/b&gt; `)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112014357036277555?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112014357036277555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112014357036277555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112014357036277555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112014357036277555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/emdd-startedd-todayys-had-eveningg.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-112004672821037637</id><published>2005-06-29T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:05:28.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmr is &lt;b&gt;EMDD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around excitedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna have a ball ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kcco lets rawk the stage`!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo0ts "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 loves;&lt;br /&gt;gillian`    290605/08:01 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Of Music Dance And Drama VIII&lt;br /&gt;cum 75th Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th June '05 : Evening Show -7:15pm&lt;br /&gt;ticket prices ranging from $20-$40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st July '05 : Matinee Show -2:30pm&lt;br /&gt;ticket prices ranging from $15-$40.&lt;br /&gt;`Gala Night -7:15pm&lt;br /&gt;ticket prices ranging from $20-$40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`see you there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-112004672821037637?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112004672821037637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=112004672821037637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112004672821037637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/112004672821037637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/tmr-is-emdd-yays-jumps-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-111996562998723896</id><published>2005-06-28T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:34:03.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a &lt;strong&gt;wunderfool dayy&lt;/strong&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;haha. dun ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel that way. &lt;strong&gt;-smirks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;loadsa people know about rayray liaos.&lt;br /&gt;especially since &lt;strong&gt;my new partner, &lt;/strong&gt;ruth,&lt;br /&gt;has such a keen interest about it. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. life isnt so bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;for now, that is =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny day too!&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth chew siew ling is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;amy wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"to deepana from taufik"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kc brochure-lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;and eli wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i made a rap especially for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dee panana papa napa....."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. damn funny man.&lt;br /&gt;i practically laughed till my stomach ached.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;after c.o today,&lt;br /&gt;i saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A RAINBOW! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything seems so right;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when they're so wrong =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't lose you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause if i do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just won't be me anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-111996562998723896?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111996562998723896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/gillian13/sharpshooter.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke.&lt;br /&gt;tts my rayray when he's at camp.&lt;br /&gt;keke.&lt;br /&gt;he asked his fren to take for him.&lt;br /&gt;so he can show me.&lt;br /&gt;wahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;so nice of him (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;br /&gt;i just cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;a little shorter then before.&lt;br /&gt;not much difference i think&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;not much of a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;*phew!&lt;br /&gt;i hate chemistry structure thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i hate mrs ooi.&lt;br /&gt;blardy hell.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt noe must do two!&lt;br /&gt;farked up shit mann.&lt;br /&gt;RAH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday again darren!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"farked up&lt;br /&gt;gillian`   260605/06:17pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-111978106097224008?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111978106097224008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=111978106097224008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/111978106097224008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/111978106097224008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/keke.html' title=''/><author><name>Gillian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl8I-_0x2zg/SsfDmQOBp7I/AAAAAAAACGY/18_COQDcj3o/S220/IMG_2675.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144821.post-111976145887509345</id><published>2005-06-26T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T12:50:58.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;darren!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;darren&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;may all your wishes and dreams come true!&lt;br /&gt;may you also grow wiser than u already are!&lt;br /&gt;mwahhhh*  loveee yoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;im going to cut my hair soon.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be ytdd.&lt;br /&gt;but stoopig chris was in johor.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhh*&lt;br /&gt;hope my hair doesnt turn out to be a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;which i feel tt it will.&lt;br /&gt;sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;rayray so funny ytd nite.&lt;br /&gt;we were talking on the phone *as usual&lt;br /&gt;this is part of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray&lt;/strong&gt;: you know what we can do after tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gillian&lt;/strong&gt;: what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray&lt;/strong&gt;: i can style your hair and you style mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gillian&lt;/strong&gt;: (:  hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so funny man *grinz.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i gotta go liaos.&lt;br /&gt;next few days cant update much.&lt;br /&gt;cause of emdd practices and tuition.&lt;br /&gt;and school!&lt;br /&gt;ughh.&lt;br /&gt;and for &lt;strong&gt;three/seven peeps &lt;/strong&gt;who are readin this.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;CANT&lt;/strong&gt; access schooldna,&lt;br /&gt;this is what u have to bring tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`emaths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`biology.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`chemistry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`chinese.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`s.studies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`elect humans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. buhbyeeees.&lt;br /&gt;mwahhhhhs*&lt;br /&gt;gillian` &lt;3        260605/12:50pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-111976145887509345?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111976145887509345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144821&amp;postID=111976145887509345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144821/posts/default/111976145887509345'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;wheeets! i just love my &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ralph lauren white polo tee&lt;/span&gt;. `the one im wearing in the picture on the left (: so pwetty ehh. my auntie annie bought it for meeee. woots. so happy. another reason to be happy...&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; rayray is back from camp!&lt;/span&gt; yayness. keke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i lovee my new blog skin!!&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; adidas rawks big time manz&lt;/span&gt;. wheeee. anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;tmr going to cut hair. but have to go out with darren cause its his burfdae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i dont think i can go out though. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;need to cut hair&lt;/span&gt;, do my hmwk.. sighhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;sorry darren. i'll pass you the present some other day i guess. sorry sorry! have fun tmr (:  hmmms. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;school starting soon&lt;/span&gt;. sighhh. i dun wan the nightmares to start again. physics class at ms lau there. sighh. with three/six, thats worse. sighhhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i think &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EMDD is gonna suck lyk hell&lt;/span&gt;. for one thing, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i wun lyk it&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;esp not the finale. its absolutely unfair. i mean what is the reason for always putting the CO ppl behind?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ABSOULTELY BIASED AND UNREASONABLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sighhs. hate it to the core. hmphhs. anyway i dun care liaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;kays i gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;been hoggin on this com since forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;sister wants to murder me already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*runs away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;gillian`        250605/5:31pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144821-111969193451291049?l=thepaperheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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