<?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-3766214173104256932</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:18:12.621+08:00</updated><category term='Sabrinaaaa'/><category term='Horny'/><category term='Prison'/><category term='Elearn sucks'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Bloody hell'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Neeecole'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='Elearn you still suck'/><title type='text'>ANGEEEELA! :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4735724618440981569</id><published>2008-04-19T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T22:58:08.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry people. I've moved. I've moved to purpleepink.livejournal.com [: you gotta be my friends in order to read my posts! Do add me! See ya. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-4735724618440981569?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4735724618440981569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4735724618440981569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4735724618440981569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4735724618440981569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sorry-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-512014993493644544</id><published>2008-01-26T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T01:16:51.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 14th Birthday, Sha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R5oVyijWj-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/iJvdoxhbcBM/s1600-h/SHA%3B+THE+BOMBXZ..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R5oVyijWj-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/iJvdoxhbcBM/s320/SHA%3B+THE+BOMBXZ..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159460281119051746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY,NURUL SHAFIQAH BTE M. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAIFUL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sha,everything is changing right now. I don't know if we would still be as close as how we used to be. I definitely want to. But its alright if we are not anymore. I won't blame you. Friends come and go. You came and I definitely won't let you go. I thank you for all the memories you've given me. The sleepovers, the late night talks, the father-mother-busteding game and many more. All these memories will always be with me. I don't know whether will you keep it,but no worries. I promise I won't blame you if you ain't gonna keep it with you. Thanks a lot. If you need anyone to talk to,I'm just a call away. I promise I'll always be there for you. Take care &amp;amp; love you long time♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-512014993493644544?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/512014993493644544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=512014993493644544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/512014993493644544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/512014993493644544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-14th-birthday-sha.html' title='Happy 14th Birthday, Sha'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R5oVyijWj-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/iJvdoxhbcBM/s72-c/SHA%3B+THE+BOMBXZ..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6477238815272273971</id><published>2008-01-19T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:49:59.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R5IPiAamuzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HjJEnfxnMNY/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R5IPiAamuzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HjJEnfxnMNY/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157201600194198322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R5IQiwamu0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q3chcWZv2f4/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R5IQiwamu0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q3chcWZv2f4/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157202712590728002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to post the pictures up cos there are super duper a lot of pictures. Teehee. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6477238815272273971?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6477238815272273971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6477238815272273971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6477238815272273971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6477238815272273971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2008/01/awards-night.html' title='Awards Night'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R5IPiAamuzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HjJEnfxnMNY/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6097961392186740648</id><published>2008-01-13T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:15:39.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Answers come flowing at you today, even though you didn't ask any questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All sorts of answers come flowing at you today, even though you might not be asking anyone any questions! The value of this flood of information won't be completely obvious to you right away, so you'll have to do a good job of organizing what you experience. Be meticulous with recording your experiences today. If you don't have a journal, this would be a particularly good time to start one. What you write down today will be very useful to you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I'm just pure mad. 4 posts in a day (: I'm cool. Yeah. Okie, I have to go now :( I'll be back next week with more pictures alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awards Night ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6097961392186740648?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6097961392186740648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6097961392186740648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6097961392186740648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6097961392186740648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2008/01/bottom-line-answers-come-flowing-at-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4321959977904479892</id><published>2008-01-13T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:03:34.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's gonna rain really really soon. Sigh. Oh well. I'm stuck at home. Hmm. This should be a really long post, I hope. Well. I realised I love busted-ing Toh. She's seriously super nice to busted (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;hey bitch&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah?&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;get your awards dree?&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;dress&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;alrd?&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;nope, i'm wearing shirt and jeans&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;fu&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;np seriously&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;you know every wel you cant lah&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;so dont bother lying ot me&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;wth -.-&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;you tell you what you wearing i tell you mine&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;you tell me first?&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;dress&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;SHOES?&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck no lh&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;heels lah&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA EVEN LOUDER&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm gna blog about this man&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;shit you!&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;tell me your url!&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;black-blueberry.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;never link me&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay okay&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;url please&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;you-are-mad-right.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;dont you dre to blog!&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;abt just now&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;don't dare me please&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;shahah&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;rmbr to bring your dress and heels&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck you&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;if not later end up wearing shirt and jeans again&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;haah&lt;br /&gt;hey, yes you! says:&lt;br /&gt;i rather not go&lt;/blockquote&gt;Awards night. It's this goddamn Friday. And I seriously don't wanna go. I'm gonna look super weird, seriously. Goddamn you :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been great. Not exactly great but yeah. Mr Kwok changed a lot :( Mr Audi too :( Sigh. Whats with 2008 man? I thought it was gonna be a great year? Sigh :( Please don't be like 2007. I swear 2007 is so not a year to be remembered. It sucks big time. But obviously, there were great times. Taiwan, Thailand etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R4nLdAamuvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/h10-kIjQ70w/s1600-h/Picture+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R4nLdAamuvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/h10-kIjQ70w/s320/Picture+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154874947690478322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan reminds me of Scott, Val and Purple (: I seriously miss Taiwan. I still remembered Val and I were complaining. We didn't want to go. But cos we had already signed up for that trip, we had to go. It was really really fun. I miss Taiwan. Gosh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R4nOJQamuxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tGt-OGCoZa0/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R4nOJQamuxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tGt-OGCoZa0/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154877906922945298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R4nOjwamuyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rI2as7oybow/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R4nOjwamuyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rI2as7oybow/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154878362189478690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand was really great too (: Bangkok, Chiang Mai, Camwhore and everything. It was really really great. Sigh :( I miss Thailand. Boon, remember the Aspire shirt? (: Val, remember all the camwhores? I miss camwhoring with you. Camwhoring now in Singapore makes me feel so weird. We need to get out of Singapore soon and camwhore together again, alright. And toh! My roomie'thailand'07! Lying on you was fantastic! Hee! &amp;amp; our Chef Salad and ordering so much food and end up giving it to Brandon &amp;amp; Wupeng! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. There are definitely bad times. And that was when I lost one of my closest friend. You should know who you are. I gave up on you. I couldn't take it anymore. We might be physically close but nope. I'm not telling you anything. Did you even realise that? I might be an ass. You might think I'm an idiot, I'm not giving you any chance but please. Go ask yourself. How many chance have I given you? &amp;amp; what do I get in return? You're really selfish, you really are. We're not gonna be like before anymore. It's over. To be frank with you, I still do hate you :/ but I'm trying not to. Whatever it is, take care. Oh and fyi, not only Angela hates you, practically everyone hates you. So I suggest you stop bitching about others. &amp;amp; you really have a damn bad taste (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the Sun is finally back (: I thought it was really gonna rain. Ah well. Caught Body 19 and the show was really horrible. Jo got the tickets. We were 15mins late but we didn't really care. At first we didn't really understand what it was showing but after that we understood. Storyline was quite good. First row :/ and we were the only three sitting there. Yeah. We just love embarrassing ourselves. We screamed like nobody's business. Hahaha. The show was super bloody. And the cuts. Yuck :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught One Missed Call on Friday. Creepy :/ the ringtone is still stuck in my head. Gosh. Hee. And ♥ was laughing at me throughout the bloody show. Gosh, it was really scary. And I hate the sound effect. Sigh. Teehee. I realised I've been watching horror shows these two days. No wonder. I couldn't really sleep last night cos yeah. I was kinda scared. -Covers face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more hours. I'll be checking in soon. Sigh. But it's alright. I'm pretty sure this week is gonna be great. Oh. Someone please remind Angela to bring her Camera if not she's so screwed. Okie dokie. I shall stop here. I'll blog again soon alright. Love y'all. Bye &amp;amp; take care (: Oh, this post is extremely long! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-4321959977904479892?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4321959977904479892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4321959977904479892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4321959977904479892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4321959977904479892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-gonna-rain-really-really-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/R4nLdAamuvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/h10-kIjQ70w/s72-c/Picture+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-3677293393519160737</id><published>2008-01-13T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:28:01.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE PURPLE</title><content type='html'>Was talking to my beloved purple. I feel so evil today. Hee. But I know she will still love me. Teehee. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enseiliaa says:&lt;br /&gt;OKAAAY! ): my psp just HANGEEED.&lt;br /&gt;enseiliaa says:&lt;br /&gt;shieeet&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;heeee, i'm so evil!&lt;br /&gt;enseiliaa says:&lt;br /&gt;yaye. it unhanged alr(:&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;gosh!&lt;br /&gt;angie angela;     your perfect love drives away all my fears. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY!&lt;br /&gt;enseiliaa says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha your evilness chased the hanged away&lt;br /&gt;enseiliaa says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so evil. But nice at the same time. Cos I made my darling purple so high! HAHAHA. Hello purple. If you happen to see this, I LOVE YOU :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored and lazy. Maybe I should blog later? Yada Yada. Love y'all. Nights nights. Morning Morning. Afternoon Afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love, Angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-3677293393519160737?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3677293393519160737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=3677293393519160737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3677293393519160737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3677293393519160737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-purple.html' title='I LOVE PURPLE'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7787126156029368865</id><published>2008-01-13T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T03:00:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Mixed Berries</title><content type='html'>I finally changed my blogskin and I'm finally blogging. My lj skin is so super fugly. So yeah. That is why I'm back. Caught One Missed Call on Friday with darling. He was being a real asshole. He laughed at me like nobody's business. And he's so dumb. He just realised that bus 28 does go to Toa Payoh Interchange. Oh slow pok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Body 19 today and it was goddamn horrible. We were screaming like nobody's business. Goddammit, I hate that show. It was fucking bloody. Okay. -Yawn. I'm tired. Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Awards Night ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7787126156029368865?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7787126156029368865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7787126156029368865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7787126156029368865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7787126156029368865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-mixed-berries.html' title='I love Mixed Berries'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-1520535535335320617</id><published>2008-01-12T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:16:08.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is in the state of being neglected :( Poor you darling. Oh well. I just changed my blogskin. Friday really sucks :/ maybe not. I LOVE One Missed Call. Goddammit :) Okie dokie, I'm gonna stop here. I'll blog more not here obviously. Livejournal (: Nights :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-1520535535335320617?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/1520535535335320617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=1520535535335320617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/1520535535335320617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/1520535535335320617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-blog-is-in-state-of-being-neglected.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5393458131612819536</id><published>2007-12-15T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:20:51.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two gone. I seriously wonder who's next. It's my fault. I didn't cherish the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby, you were there for me. I just didn't wanna let you know what really happened. I just felt like keeping it to myself but I didn't know that I'm actually making things worse. Thanks for the heart to heart talk. It was kinda late, I knew you were really really tired. I'm sorry. By the way, I'm sorry for not answering your calls, not replying your messages, not talking to you. I just feel that I don't need anyone to stand by me. Thanks anyway. But now, at least I know someone cares and it's you. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweets really do cheer me up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;10 more days to Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5393458131612819536?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5393458131612819536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5393458131612819536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5393458131612819536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5393458131612819536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5719741565457026340</id><published>2007-11-30T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:37:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Qing! STOP ASKING _! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted at http://_.livejournal.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5719741565457026340?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5719741565457026340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5719741565457026340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5719741565457026340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5719741565457026340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_30.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5795697205209022858</id><published>2007-11-28T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:07:04.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG!</title><content type='html'>I swear i seriously should use this word, bitch on me.&lt;br /&gt;I swear i'm such a spoiler, i'm such an ass. I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, baby. I'm really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sorry srory sorry sorry sorry soryy sorry sorry sorry sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry sorry sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry srroy sorry ssroy sorry sorry sorry sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry&lt;br /&gt; sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorrys orry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.EMMM.GEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;I.HATE.ANGELA.&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA.TAN. YOU. I HATE YOU. YES.YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5795697205209022858?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5795697205209022858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5795697205209022858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5795697205209022858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5795697205209022858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/zomg.html' title='ZOMG!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4594583763160332179</id><published>2007-11-28T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:54:13.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps,</title><content type='html'>Its all fate. I dont blame you, not a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;So don't worry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I think i have to rot at home again today. Never mind. I need to get my crumpler soon.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy gave me the money alrdy! (:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now what i have to do is to find someone to go with me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. My lj is super dead. Well, i dont really care. Cos my LJ is so fugly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. Really really bored! \:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, i need to grow up seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to. Please stop it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not suppose to treat him this way. I'm not suppose to. &amp;amp; i cant.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell. Why are you doing all these to him?&lt;br /&gt;He dont deserve all these shit,seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself :\&lt;br /&gt;I always apologize but what for when i knw i'm gna do it again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;yeah, i knw i'm such a bitch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Nicely done. I chose not to go. Fuck you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3766214173104256932-4594583763160332179?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4594583763160332179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4594583763160332179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4594583763160332179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4594583763160332179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/perhaps.html' title='Perhaps,'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-3838402207794991020</id><published>2007-11-27T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:55:51.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, i havent been blogging. Actually i did. Ignore the previous post please.&lt;br /&gt;I'm backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, but guess what i'm leaving soon :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan was quite fun. But not really that fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;I seriously like the weather there. The first day was super cold. I was like coping people's jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Scott's one!&lt;br /&gt;Val, Donkey, Scott and I are super nice people. We went to laoshi's room almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, to accompany her! [:&lt;br /&gt;All the laoshis there are nice except for yknw who lah. Ahem ahem. (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i dont wna talk about taiwan now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt train on monday! I went out instead. Thanks baby (:&lt;br /&gt;Trained this morning and afternoon. Oh fugxzxz man.&lt;br /&gt;I was slacking this morning, i seriously have no idea how to swim!&lt;br /&gt;Shit head, yeah. I knw.&lt;br /&gt;Blah shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i found out smthg, xie left schl. He left schl. He's gng back china and he's not coming back anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This seriously suck. I knw i used to hate him, i may say that many many times but no matter what, he's still my coach.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always taking things for granted. I dont even have a chance to talk to him or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i seriously suck. How i wish i could rewind time and treat him better.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'll just face the fact that he had alrdy left.&lt;br /&gt;I hope his dad gets well. (: &amp;amp; jiaolian, we'll miss you! :D&lt;br /&gt;Now fuck that new effing coach. I swear he's an real idiot! FUCK! _l_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. I dont have to train tmr afternoon! Yayyye.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, laoshi knws my blog! Yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you count me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awake for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I see your bubbly face&lt;br /&gt;I get the tinglies in a silly place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is falling on my window pane&lt;br /&gt;But we are hiding in a safer place&lt;br /&gt;Under covers staying safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings that I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Make me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to say&lt;br /&gt;When you make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I just mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asleep for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You tuck me in just like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it stats in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I lose all control&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my nose&lt;br /&gt;The feeling shows&lt;br /&gt;'cause you make me smile baby&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time now&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever wherever wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Wherever wherever wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a while&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iny, Imy, Iwy, Ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-3838402207794991020?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3838402207794991020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=3838402207794991020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3838402207794991020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3838402207794991020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-8727957946415317617</id><published>2007-11-27T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:23:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Idk. Maybe you find me a big liar. I lied many many times, yeah i knw.&lt;br /&gt;You fucking hate me, i dont knw but i'm starting to knw.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is your fault? Maybe not. More like mine huh. Yeah, i lied.&lt;br /&gt;I knw i forgave _ very easily. But how do you want me to forgive you?&lt;br /&gt;"I fucking hate you. You fucking lied." and then you start apologizing?&lt;br /&gt;Idk. Maybe you should give me some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, i'll still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was blown away.&lt;br /&gt;What could I say?&lt;br /&gt;It all seemed to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;You've taken away everything,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;I try to see the good in life,&lt;br /&gt;But good things in life are hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;We'll blow it away, blow it away.&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this something good?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll try to do it right this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start over.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to do it right this time around.&lt;br /&gt;It's not over.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;This love is killing me,&lt;br /&gt;But you're the only one.&lt;br /&gt;It's not over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken all I could take,&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;We're wasting too much time&lt;br /&gt;Being strong, holding on.&lt;br /&gt;Can't let it bring us down.&lt;br /&gt;My life with you means everything,&lt;br /&gt;So I won't give up that easily.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blow it away, blow it away.&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this something good?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll try to do it right this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start over.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to do it right this time around.&lt;br /&gt;It's not over.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;This love is killing me,&lt;br /&gt;But you're the only one.&lt;br /&gt;It's not over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't let this get away.&lt;br /&gt;Let it out, let it out.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get caught up in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start over.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to do it right this time around.&lt;br /&gt;It's not over.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;This love is killing me,&lt;br /&gt;But you're the only one.&lt;br /&gt;It's not over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start over.&lt;br /&gt;It's not over, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;This love is killing me,&lt;br /&gt;But you're the only one.&lt;br /&gt;It's not over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-8727957946415317617?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8727957946415317617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=8727957946415317617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8727957946415317617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8727957946415317617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/idk.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5364780423696015942</id><published>2007-11-23T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T18:15:26.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in taipei,</title><content type='html'>I'm boredddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. Purple's beside me, Val's behind me and monkey is beside me. [: (Fyi, monkey just walked away. Fine lah! Be that way!) Ohoh, monkey's back. LOL. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing. This place is super coooold. HEH. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI MOMMY'S BOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5364780423696015942?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5364780423696015942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5364780423696015942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5364780423696015942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5364780423696015942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-in-taipei.html' title='I&apos;m in taipei,'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7116547991176666675</id><published>2007-11-18T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:53:00.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do yknw your love is the sweetest sin?</title><content type='html'>It's 135 early in the morning. I'll be flying off in another 6more hours. I have many many things to say. But I'm afraid I might sound as if I'm not gonna come back anymore. Yeah. Idk. Whatever. I sound so.. Tsk, i've no idea. Ah well. I don't wanna go Taipei. I really regretted going. I rather stay in Singapore and train than going Taiwan to study :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe i should just freaking shut up and just go cause i can't do anything anymore! Heh. Bitching just now was super hilarious. I couldn't really laugh, my tummy hurts. Thanks to Friday's gym work. But i think its quite cool. Okay, i'm not gonna train for a week, i wonder whats gonna happen to me. I would probably drown! I'm leaving for Thailand on the 3rd and Cruise on the 12th with Amanda Toh Yan Chin. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, Amanda Toh is no longer my roomie anymore. Everything changed. She's now rooming with Valerie Loo, Elisa's rooming with Wendy and i'm rooming with dog (I didn't mean that). Yeah. Level eight is freaking cool. I swear i seriously like that level. But just that it is a lil' too quiet. I'll get use to it, don't worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 148 and i'm still not asleep. I'm seriously gonna die tomorrow. Who cares! [: I have to sleep now. Daddy just came in and scolded me. Crap. Alrighty, I think I better go now. Heheh, nights all. I miss mommy's boy! D: If mommy's boy happens to pass by here and yes, happens to read this too, Imy! D: Okay, seriously. Nights! [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7116547991176666675?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7116547991176666675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7116547991176666675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7116547991176666675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7116547991176666675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-yknw-your-love-is-sweetest-sin.html' title='Do yknw your love is the sweetest sin?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4173272957925557095</id><published>2007-11-17T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:19:27.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bringing sexy back,</title><content type='html'>I think i'm gna break my promise. I can't do it now, cause i'm way too lazy. Heheh, i'm really sorry. Maybe after taiwan? [: I don't know but i'm really really bored now. And i promise mommy's boy that i'll blog. Yeah. I'm nice eh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i went out today! :B Vera was lateeee! Oh, never ever watch Anna and Anna. The show sucks to the friggin core. I rather watch Bee movie than Anna and Anna, i swear. I was laughing like some idiot? Idk, but i know i was playing yeoh's psp! See, vera nice show lah please. Anyhow! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall make this post short and sweet. Mommy's boy is running out of time. Oh well. Enough. Okay. Seriously. Anw, thankyou to those that told me taipei is gonna be alright/fine okay! [: Maybe i should stop here. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy's Boy!&lt;/b&gt; [:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but i have to leave okay, i've no choice. I'm really really sorry. Yknw i'll definitely miss you. See lah, your fault! Heh, idk. :B have fun trg in singapore okay! All the best. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ily&lt;/span&gt;. Please take good care of yourself and stop crying! Hahaha. I knw you were just lying to me. Nah, its okay! [: Idk what to type alrdy lah. No hamster, i dont care. No means no. Okay enough. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what you've told me. If anything happens to you when you are there or me when you are away, just knw &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt; :B I jst wna let you knw, no matter what happens, i'll always be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nights! {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-4173272957925557095?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4173272957925557095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4173272957925557095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4173272957925557095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4173272957925557095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-bringing-sexy-back.html' title='I&apos;m bringing sexy back,'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4105898305364619175</id><published>2007-11-16T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:08:55.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the memories,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rz2tmmzenBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6TUZ7HcQkys/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rz2tmmzenBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6TUZ7HcQkys/s320/DSC00832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133450029035330578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baaaaath-tub!♥ We're no longer roomies anymore which means no more bitching late at night, no more stupid phone calls when we're just next to each others. No more screaming in the afternoon and night. No more camwhoring in the room, no more raping. No more many many things. No more getting scolded by uncle _ together. No more many things. Thanks for being such a great darling this pass few months. We'll be in the same class next year but but, different room. Ah well, i promise i'll go to your room when i'm bored to talk to you okay! Ohoh, thanks for being there for me when I was feeling super emo and stuffs okay. I love you, baathtub! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rz2xBGzenCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NVqWQWS9vu8/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rz2xBGzenCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NVqWQWS9vu8/s320/DSC00766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133453782836747298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yappppppper!♥ You're the one i turn to whenever i need help. I just wanna let you know, no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you. We need to bitch soon okay. Like really really extremely soon. Cause i miss bitching with you, my dear. I shall see you next year, alright. {: I just hope things won't change next year, alright! I'll miss you darling! Loveeees! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm super lazy to do now, I'll do it maybe tomorrow? Definitely before i leave for Taiwan Taipei {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-4105898305364619175?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4105898305364619175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4105898305364619175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4105898305364619175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4105898305364619175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks for the memories,'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rz2tmmzenBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6TUZ7HcQkys/s72-c/DSC00832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-8985366321652539971</id><published>2007-11-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:41:15.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I might be moving :B</title><content type='html'>How many more days to taiwan? 2?&lt;br /&gt;I dont wna go, ahwell. Val, i regretted. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this week was alright? Nope, monday sucks. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cried like fuck, ahwell. Its over, i cant do anythg.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT CRY,HAPPYYYYY!@#$%^&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i just realised that R_ is actually nice. I thot he was gna scold me. Ahahahahwell.&lt;br /&gt;At least people like kok, sean, sha, toh, yeoh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;many many more&lt;/span&gt; tried to cheer me up [:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, nice nice people.&lt;br /&gt;Wild wild wet was funnnnnnn, we had fun rightttt! :B&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, it was super fun can alrdy lah. -smileeeeeeeeeeees.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so boreddddddddddd. Oh, did i tell you today is my last day in schl?&lt;br /&gt;The others still got -counts,counts another week of schl {:&lt;br /&gt;Shut up lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutouts really really soon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i might be moving. MIGHT,MAY.&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-8985366321652539971?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8985366321652539971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=8985366321652539971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8985366321652539971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8985366321652539971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-might-be-moving-b.html' title='I might be moving :B'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5176859970447869682</id><published>2007-11-11T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T16:19:30.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont knw what to do, i really dont.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i need you? But what will happen? I dont knw.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid things would change when i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want, i seriously dont want. I want you, i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope things would still be the same when im back, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What vera said was quite true. Sigh, i really dont knw.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5176859970447869682?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5176859970447869682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5176859970447869682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5176859970447869682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5176859970447869682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-knw-what-to-do-i-really-dont_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-2134174496514867421</id><published>2007-11-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:07:21.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[:</title><content type='html'>Quite true, since i'm so bored now, might as well just blog right. (:&lt;br /&gt;Make sense, lol. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days in a row, whoa. I just realized i've been out three days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; surprisingly enough, mommy and daddy didnt say anythg. [:&lt;br /&gt;You must be jealous huh, i have such a wonderful daddy mommy and you dont.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Sleepover was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when its elisa, star and sha. Yeah, what do you expect from them.&lt;br /&gt;Haha (: watched some stupid horror shows, thanks to sha. Screamed like mad. [:&lt;br /&gt;Out the next day with (many many super duper hella loads people).&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know them. Aiyah, its just the 14 of us lah.&lt;br /&gt;Watched game plan, super nice show. [: elisa and i made the most noise lah.&lt;br /&gt;Vera was asking me to shut up! Haha, played popcorn throwing game with leon and vera.&lt;br /&gt;After the show, blooooooody LEON CHEN threw all the popcorn on me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, one word for you leon, IDIOT! [:&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest had to chao, had to check in. Left with haili, leon, elisa and I.&lt;br /&gt;Super bored, so watched the bee movie? BLOOOOOODY HELL.&lt;br /&gt;WE FUCKING WASTED OUR MONDY. BEE MOVIE IS HORRIBLE, DONT EVERY WATCH THAT PLEASE. YOU'LL FUCKING REGRET, I SWEAR. [:&lt;br /&gt;Then pangseh-ed haili. Haha, the rest cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;Leon was super gentleman that day lah, he gave us the cab first. Haha [:&lt;br /&gt;Bathtub stayed over again. {:&lt;br /&gt;Went out the next again, but it was with bathtub and yeah this time [:&lt;br /&gt;Watched bratz, super nice show. I'm not gna elaborate on this (:&lt;br /&gt;(yknw who you are: youre super nice, i swear. &amp;amp; youre so gng to hell, my dear.)&lt;br /&gt;Went out againnnn, which is today lahhhhhh. [:&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhhhhh, should i elaborate on this? Nah, i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrrrry _. [: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i was webcamming(?) with amanda toh is seriously O-M-G [:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, i have the pictures, i might put it up some day. Yeah, i really should, right toh?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Shes watching incredible tales now, and at the same time, scolding vugularities.&lt;br /&gt;Guess why? CAUSE SHES SCARED. BLOOOOODY LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;YES, TOH. THIS IS FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY.LOSER. LOL! Lets hope she doesnt see this, if not i'm screwed [:&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, tskkkkkkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH WAIT. The shows that i've watched are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee Movie&lt;br /&gt;Bratz&lt;br /&gt;The Game Plan&lt;br /&gt;The Seeker&lt;br /&gt;Stardust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This five movies in three days. Cool man. [[[[[:&lt;br /&gt;I wna watch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;Fred Claus&lt;br /&gt;Trade&lt;br /&gt;The Mist&lt;br /&gt;30 days of night (i dont knw if i can watch or not, -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; more more more more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights~ Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;Baby,i think i like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-2134174496514867421?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/2134174496514867421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=2134174496514867421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/2134174496514867421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/2134174496514867421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='[:'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-8659673688297550082</id><published>2007-11-08T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T02:23:25.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. Anyway, anyhow, Happy Deepavali(?). It's 0213 am i'm still awake huh. I'll be meeting the 'gangs' in 10hours time. Oh well oh well. Sha, Elisa and Star are in the living room watching telly now. (: okay, we were watching some super duper ultra scary show just now and i swear, it friggin scare the shits out of us lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i managed to have my donuts today and yes, my watermelon ice blended. Cool huh, yada yada. I need my mocha frap now to keep me awake. Yeah, it was a little random though! I think i need to sleeeeeep now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOHOH. EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER! NOW ITS TIME FOR PARTEHHHHHHHHHHH :D COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL HUH. HELL YEAH. I.LOVE.THIS.KIND.OF.LIFE. {{{{: I CAN GO OUT EVERYDAY. COOL HUH. OKAY, shut up. I think i really need to sleep now since there's no mocha frap. Ah well. Nightttttts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-8659673688297550082?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8659673688297550082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=8659673688297550082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8659673688297550082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8659673688297550082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6918164566004832230</id><published>2007-11-04T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T15:43:16.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm suppose to study</title><content type='html'>Oh well. Yes, i'm suppose to study. But i need a break. Hello, I'm human okay. &amp;amp; humans need a break sometimes too! Okay, whatever. I'm crapping, as usual. I'm gna study again soon. But since someone is waiting for this post, i shall quickly blog now. Better dont let that person wait. I feel so bad. HEHEH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out yesterday with saiful, star, wayne/hillary and kamal. Town, (: the whole friggin day okay. We only studied for like 45 mins? I know lah, its stupid. But who cares. I didnt really study :/ we were suppose to go to the library but we were too lazy to walk there, so studied at starbucks instead. Yeah, we werent in the mood to study, or rather I wasnt in the mood to study? So took pics instead, and guess what. I bloody knocked my bloody head and everyone was laughing at me! Krista and Vera laughed the loudest lah! Yap managed to do one of her math question. How pathetic! HEHEH. Yeah, and then we started bitching and stuffs. At first we didnt really wanted to bitch cause Haili was there. But then haili said he wont tell anyone and stuffs and we trusted him, so yeah. Started bitching! He's super good at bitching! Serious (: after that went to watch the seeker. Starting was super boring. So yap and i were talking. Then then, close to the ending part was super nice. I was laughing and making damn a lot of noise. HAHAHA. It was so funny lah. I swear. Anyhow, sha and i were late. After the show, wanted to watch game plan but two idiots (kidding!) didnt let us watch, so we didnt watch in the end. How sad, yeah i know. After sha and yap left. Ohoh, did i tell you sha came in a very nice nice nice dress! HAHAHA. Haili and star were laughing at her lahhh, but still, yap laughed the loudest! Cabbed down to far east after they left and star made haili pay for the cab fare. Yeah, let far east at around 9 plus, reached home at 10pluxzxzx plusxzxz. (: Cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i tell you qing called me yesterday? And said Hi to my mom instead of me!?!? No lah, kiddddddding. She was going bugis too. Yeah yeah. Yeoh is coming back tonight/afternoon? Or maybe he's already back. Tsk, i dont know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i shall go off now. I need to studdddddy. I lost my module 1, 2 and 3 science notes. Wanted to print it out just now, but guess what, printer no inkkkk. KNNNNNNNNNNN!@#$%^ stupid blooody printer. Yknow you suckkkkkkkkkkk. Oh whatever. I'm crapping again. -.- I WANT MUNCHY DONUTS AND WATERMELON ICE BLENDED. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yeah, I know it's a damn small matter.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm not angry anymore. I just don't know okay.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know you've apologized but guess how did you apologize yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;You might as well don't right?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, if you wanna say I've changed for the worse, just say.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a 'better' there, cause I know people like me don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that you realized that, yes. I know I've been super quiet and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;You may find it really stupid, but I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care about him. You should know that too.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps things might not be the same anymore. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6918164566004832230?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6918164566004832230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6918164566004832230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6918164566004832230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6918164566004832230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-suppose-to-study.html' title='I&apos;m suppose to study'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4892148781517566424</id><published>2007-11-03T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:33:31.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm childish, yes I know</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know this is extremely stupid plus childish :/&lt;br /&gt;I'm like that, I've changed. Yes, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But do yknow you were like this last time? I'm not trying to say anythg.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just telling you. Don't you realize that we are not that close anymore?&lt;br /&gt;You were seriously like this last time.&lt;br /&gt;You get angry over small stuffs and then not talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, what the hell lah.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thank you for being there when I was super down and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be there for you, but how? When you don't even tell me stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do anymore but I know this is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;To you, no matter what happens, I'll always be the one at fault, right&lt;br /&gt;You may think what I'm saying is all rubbish, nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Think that way then. Thats what I'm feeling or felt. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have a boyfriend (?), I know you're gna be real busy at night.&lt;br /&gt;But could you just please tell me before hand?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you guys are gna do, I don't. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't change at all, I just changed my attitude towards you, I admit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry then. Anw, best wishes from me to you &amp;amp; _ (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-4892148781517566424?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4892148781517566424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4892148781517566424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4892148781517566424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4892148781517566424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-childish-yes-i-know.html' title='I&apos;m childish, yes I know'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7160638639596065600</id><published>2007-11-02T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:21:25.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meano Dino</title><content type='html'>Level 8 next year. Cool huh. From level 4 all the way up to level 8.&lt;br /&gt;(Anw, if you dont know what i'm talking about then too bad lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's chinese compo was horrible :/&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gna fail compo. I see wrongly. Dont ask me how, i know its stupid -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Its over, i dont wna think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's chinese paper was alrighhhht.&lt;br /&gt;Geog was horrible, yes horrible. I seriously hate geog.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's letter writing was alright. [:&lt;br /&gt;Finally smthg is alright ehh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what i wanted to say, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7160638639596065600?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7160638639596065600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7160638639596065600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7160638639596065600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7160638639596065600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/meano-dino.html' title='Meano Dino'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4097615854316575757</id><published>2007-10-28T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:44:21.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hungry</title><content type='html'>I'M BOREDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;HUNGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schl's tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese compo on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Chinese paper on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Geog on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Chinese informal/formal letter writting on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine's concert on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;It's gna be a busy week huh. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Science next Monday&lt;br /&gt;Maths next Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea when's history &amp;amp; englishhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHWELL. GOOD LUCK ANGELAAAAAA &amp;amp; THOSE WHO ARE TAKING THEIR MAJORS {:&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-4097615854316575757?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4097615854316575757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4097615854316575757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4097615854316575757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4097615854316575757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-hungry.html' title='I&apos;m hungry'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-2341178363815577741</id><published>2007-10-28T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:07:10.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY VERA YAP ZIXUANNNNN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BITCHING WITH YOU, WE NEED TO BITCH MORE OFTEN OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;ILYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;YOUR MUFFINS WOULD BE ON YOUR DESK SOON! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILYYYY BP :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-2341178363815577741?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/2341178363815577741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=2341178363815577741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/2341178363815577741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/2341178363815577741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4783530854041575820</id><published>2007-10-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:19:30.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll never be the same, right</title><content type='html'>I'll try to remember what did i do this whole week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Notsyor to the fucking core. I swear he really sucks. Such an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Screw him lah, hes so gng to hell. He lied damn super hella loads of time alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody liar! &gt;:((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVE NO IDEA WHAT TO BLOG&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE I'LL ONLY BLOG AFTER MAJOR MODULE.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK ANGELA. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-4783530854041575820?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4783530854041575820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4783530854041575820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4783530854041575820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4783530854041575820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/10/itll-never-be-same-right.html' title='It&apos;ll never be the same, right'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5965496554630020640</id><published>2007-10-26T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:13:53.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING HELL</title><content type='html'>FUCKING HELL. &gt;:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5965496554630020640?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5965496554630020640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5965496554630020640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5965496554630020640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5965496554630020640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/10/fucking-hell.html' title='FUCKING HELL'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-50412829660950901</id><published>2007-10-19T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:39:20.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im finally back. Like whoa, so fast right. Obs was really fun, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY ONE (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt really wna go at first, i mean like, for what lah please.&lt;br /&gt;But actually it was really fun, i swear. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First activity was the tunnel. The 5 girls from gemini went last and took the longest to come out.&lt;br /&gt;We were really scared at first. Vera went first, followed by me, then joleen, nadhra and ilma! (:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so since they were all quite scared, i asked them to sing. Yeah, so we sang lah. [[[[:&lt;br /&gt;Next was the challenge rope sector! It was super scary but everyone tried.&lt;br /&gt;Vera, Wilson and I were throwing stones at Zakir's helmet. We did that cause we like that sound. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was lame, yes i know. Oh well. It was really scary. I hate the ball thingy. I swear i really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;We were really fast. Bathe, dinner, packed for Ubin, played games.&lt;br /&gt;Gemini was super fast so we were the only group that was playing while the others were busy packing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We played hum hum chaky chaky. Daniel Azlani and I got the worst prints lah!&lt;br /&gt;Then back to our treehuts, realised there were damn a lot of ants, so moved.&lt;br /&gt;The gemini girls got the whole treehuts to ourselves. [[[[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY TWO (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up damn a lot of times, didnt sleep that well.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt sleep lah, i mean i can. Aiyah. Whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, PT [:&lt;br /&gt;Ilma was super funny. She woke up at 5 plus, heard someone crying.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, its a bit creepy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Breakfast was alright. (: Gemini's table is always the nosiest one.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're always joking and then everyone will start laughing :D&lt;br /&gt;Did Belay after that, then rock climbing. (:&lt;br /&gt;Lunch then packed. Left for Ubin.&lt;br /&gt;Joleen and I were making fun of damn a lot of people on the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Azlani was worse lah, please. He was making fun of Lijie's parents' na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me, Jovi's parents' name, Shankar's parents' name, Gareth's parents' name and a lot lah.&lt;br /&gt;Reached, took ferry.&lt;br /&gt;Wilson, Vera, Joleen and I sat at this damn small place.&lt;br /&gt;Then Wilson took out his insect repellent, yeah. Then spray spray spray.&lt;br /&gt;He helped Joleen, then he anyhow spray spray. Went in my nose and mouth -.-&lt;br /&gt;Went in Joleen's one too. HAHAHA. Helped Vera, went in her mouth and Wilson's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Super far-nie lah! Blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I was super super high, i did that L-O-V-E thingy. Bloody Jovi laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;Settled down, talk talk talk.&lt;br /&gt;Set off for the hiking thingy. Wahlao. I was complaining but i didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t really com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;plain that much lah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, before that, sprayed damn a lot of insect repellent.&lt;br /&gt;The bag was super heavy, i swear. -.-&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun. Haili is super smart lah! (: Well done Haili! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;3 hours later, we're finally backkkkkk! Like finally okay.&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, cooked our own dinner. SO HORRIBLE LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vera dropped her noodles and i was laughing like an idiot. GEEZ. Sorry YAP [:&lt;br /&gt;It was so so so so funny!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And there was this milo beside ilma. Wilson and ilma saw, then started asking whose milo was that. No one answered.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so i was like okay, 5 4 3 2 1, its ours! Then lijie saw, he was like, eh never share.&lt;br /&gt;So obviously we have to share with that tongtongtong/big bear lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then Zakir saw us drinking milo, he asked 'Eh, can drink milo ah?'&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like, 'Yah, can drink.'&lt;br /&gt;So he was searching for his milo lah.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, Lijie was drinking, then Zakir gave lijie this damn hilarious look!&lt;br /&gt;AIYAH, I DONT KNOW LAH ALL I KNOW WAS THAT IT W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AS SUPER HILARIOUS &amp;amp; I COULDNT STOP LAUGHING!&lt;br /&gt;Finished, didnt finish the noodle cause it was really really horrible! :/&lt;br /&gt;Washed up, ilma washed for me. YAYYY {:&lt;br /&gt;Tracy not happy, cause the stuffs werent really THAT clean.&lt;br /&gt;So had to re wash, oh well. [:&lt;br /&gt;Night walk after that. Fuggggggg, it was super scary okay. I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At first we had to walk alone, but luckily, smthg happened, they allowed us to walk in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;I walked with Joleen. We were talking talking all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we caught up with Marcus and Bryan. They were so funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then bathed, pitch our tent then sleeeeeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was sleeping next to vera. Then there was this stone, i could feel it lah.&lt;br /&gt;So i somehow talked to the stone, i was like, 'Dear stone, please go away, i need to sleep.' (:&lt;br /&gt;SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY THREE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, PT again. Bloody hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was seriously complaining like hell lah.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell had to do on that bloody hard ground. So friggin irritating lah!&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, went for that raft building. So tiring. But everyone failed.&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Jetty jump was so fun but i hate the water. EEK, so gross :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WORSE, THE TOILET WAS SO HORRIBLE LAH. -.-&lt;br /&gt;NO WATERRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;Then backkkkkkkk to east coast campus [[[:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shout out soon. I needa go now. BYE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! BOON &gt;:)))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RxsCBvXxJ_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/1521IZsiJtQ/s1600-h/untitled10000.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RxsCBvXxJ_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/1521IZsiJtQ/s320/untitled10000.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123691229983352818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOON NEH NEH :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-50412829660950901?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/50412829660950901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=50412829660950901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/50412829660950901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/50412829660950901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/10/obs-3.html' title='OBS &lt;3'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RxsCBvXxJ_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/1521IZsiJtQ/s72-c/untitled10000.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7229613419252511239</id><published>2007-10-18T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:03:04.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogged</title><content type='html'>im suppose to blog as promised. Im finally back. Alright, i gotta go! Tada, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7229613419252511239?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7229613419252511239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7229613419252511239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7229613419252511239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7229613419252511239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/10/blogged.html' title='Blogged'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6786931818949589474</id><published>2007-09-30T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:39:08.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Shopinggggg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rv-HOPXxJ9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/1KSKewipNVc/s1600-h/Baby,+I+miss+you+so+much.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rv-HOPXxJ9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/1KSKewipNVc/s320/Baby,+I+miss+you+so+much.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115956380430313426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Im finally back [: Went tampines mall with Mommy, Jas &amp;amp; Jan. We spent lik whoaaaaaaa. Ah well. I have to go back soon D: Im friggin full, my tummy is gna explode if I continue eating. I had fondue! Yay Mommy, I love you :D Im bored. And Friendster is such an ass, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 10 this morning. So I actually only had 9 hours of sleep, which is so not enough for me. Im tireddddd. -yawn. I had fun today. Shopping and everything. Anyhow, I trained this afternoon. Yes, I know what you're think. I bet you dont believe right. I did train [: Yes, Angela is sucha good girl, righhhht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Its children's day tomorrow :/ where the hell did my darling public holiday go? D: Shit head, the primary school kids get to have fun and everything tomorrow and we dont. Thats lik how unfair please. Okay, shut up :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any any any way, did I tell you how sweet can baby gets? Baby is freaking sweet, I swear. I love you baby. You rockkkkk &amp;amp; I love you. Ahahah. So so so, baby, ILOVEYOU &amp;amp; IMISSYOU! [: Anyhow, I think the song, Over you by Chris is super nice and Im friggin addicted to it. But I dont lik Chris, Im sorry, I think hes.. yknow yknow. Tskkk, Im evil I know. Who cares please! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Tampines mall just now and I saw many many many people with crumpler! Oh freak, I want a crumpler please. I want it so badly. I have to tell Mommy! :D Anw, Mommy promised me that she'll buy me that photoshop thingy. So, I love you Mommy! [: Okay, Im damn bored. And Im damn tired, so I dont wna blog anymore. Prison timeeeeeeeee! D: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6786931818949589474?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6786931818949589474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6786931818949589474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6786931818949589474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6786931818949589474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/shopinggggg.html' title='Shopinggggg!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rv-HOPXxJ9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/1KSKewipNVc/s72-c/Baby,+I+miss+you+so+much.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-1859408746359224743</id><published>2007-09-29T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:38:41.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neeecole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabrinaaaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>I love baby :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Baby, yknow what, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up and 1400 today. Im sucha pig, everyone knows right Baby? Ah well. Came online, talked on the phone! [: Im friggin bored please. Anw, horse did a quiz, so Im gna do, since Im bored. I was online the whole day. I walked in and out of my room many many times. Im sorry, I was just too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Amanda Toh the horny bitch was damn funny this afternoon. We chatted online and the whole convo was flooded with the word, FUCK. Hahaha. Hilarious. Okay. We talked about Thailand, America, Africa last night. I swear, shes friggin horny! Hahaha. Ah well, horny bitch! Hahaha. Okay, Im gna do the quiz now &amp;amp; I miss baby so much. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 11 people you can think of right now in your head.&lt;br /&gt;1/ BAAAAAAABY!!!♥&lt;br /&gt;2/NEEEECOLE!!!♥&lt;br /&gt;3/ SABRINAAA!!!♥&lt;br /&gt;4/ HORNY BITCHHHH!♥&lt;br /&gt;5/ MISS GOHGOH!♥&lt;br /&gt;6/ VALERIEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;7/ BABOOOOOOONIE!&lt;br /&gt;8/ BATH TUBBBBBB!♥&lt;br /&gt;9/ WET WOMANNN!&lt;br /&gt;10/ SHAAAAAA!♥&lt;br /&gt;11/ CAMM ADULT!!♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/ How did you meet 10? [Sha!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I met her in school ! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/ What would you do if you never met 2? [NEEEEECOLE!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I wouldnt be able to say Im tall, I wouldnt be able to scold her, no one to bitch with, no one to laugh with, no one to laugh with. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/ What would you do if 9 and 11 dated? [WET WOMAN! &amp;amp; CAM ADULT!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I wont do anything! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/ Do you like 7? [Baboonie!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yeah, why not? She's funny! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/ Would 5 and 6 make a good couple? [Goh &amp;amp; Val]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Hahaha! I dont think so cause.. yknow yknow! HAHAHA. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/ Describe 3 [SABRINAAAAA!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; She has super duper uber long legs, she's innocent NOT &amp;amp; shes a super ultra good girlfriend. ILOVEYOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/ Do you think 8 is attractive? [BATHHTUB!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes, she's hot hot HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/ Tell me something about 2. [NEEEEECOLE!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; She is super ultra lame and she has...... HORSE TAIL! :D oh, shes friggin hot &amp;amp; I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/ Do you know any of 4's family? [HORNY BITCHHHHH!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yeah, I know her Mom &amp;amp; Sister! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/ What are 5's favorite things? [GOHHHGOHH!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Penguinnnnnnnn! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/ What would you do if 3 confesses he/she likes you? [SABRINAAAAA!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; She's already my girlfriend. Hello?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/ What language does 6 speak? [VALLLLLL!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CHINESE AND ENGLISH? What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/ Who is 9 going out with? [WET WOMANNNN!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ME! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/ How old is 8 now? [BATH TUBBBB!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 13 [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/ When was the last time you talked to 1? [BABBBBBY!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; This afternoon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/ What's 2's favorite band/singer? [NEEEEECOLE!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Ehhh, horse. Since you did that to me, Im gna do the same thing to you. Whats your favorite band/singer ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/ Would you ever date 10? [Sha!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes, why not? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/ Would you ever date 11? [Cam adult!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; HELL YES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeees and yay me. Im done with the quiz. Im bored and I wna talk to baby now now now now now! D: Okay, I shall go do something else now. Bye and nights! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-1859408746359224743?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/1859408746359224743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=1859408746359224743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/1859408746359224743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/1859408746359224743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-baby-d.html' title='I love baby :D'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7698205352914689884</id><published>2007-09-28T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:08:43.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloody hell'/><title type='text'>School was alright alrighty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rv0bvPXxJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/10_Asx2OyAU/s1600-h/I%27ll+never+regret+loving+you+guys,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rv0bvPXxJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/10_Asx2OyAU/s320/I%27ll+never+regret+loving+you+guys,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115275250156775362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After one day in boarding, Im back again. I swear its effing dumb please. Ah well. I went back on Thursday night, slept super late just because of my stupid hard copy work. I slept at like 1plus?  And friggin went trg the next day which is this morning. Laoshi didnt ask me for the work, neither did Ms Lee. See, what the hell right. But actually, it was alright lah. Cause _ accompanied me. So nice right! :D Im seriously not gna talk about trg. Ah well. Maths was damn boring this morning okay. Fine, his lessons are always boring, right people? Heh. Science was slack, as usual :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've like 6 demerits points now. I got three this afternoon for "screaming" [: ah well. Poor bath tub got chased out of the gym for 5 minutes. Pathetic! And we pissed the coach off. Hahaha. Okay, I dont know what to blog already lah. Ohohoh, we were late for trg! So cool not. Im tiredddd and my tummy hurts now all thanks to GOH WEI NING. She friggin pressed my tummy. My poor tummy! Oh well, Im tired. Good night :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7698205352914689884?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7698205352914689884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7698205352914689884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7698205352914689884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7698205352914689884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-was-alright-alrighty.html' title='School was alright alrighty!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rv0bvPXxJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/10_Asx2OyAU/s72-c/I%27ll+never+regret+loving+you+guys,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7432658104109328392</id><published>2007-09-27T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:48:57.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elearn you still suck'/><title type='text'>Check in check in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll never regret loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh. Guess what, I've to check in tonight and then check out tomorrow. Thats like how dumb right. Ah well. Lets hope Angela doesnt get a white card tomorrow. I did my work, but I have this weird feeling that I'll get a white card tomorrow. Heh. Tsk, its Angela lah, thats why! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I friggin woke up at 0830 today just for the damn elearn and Im damn tired now. Screw elearn, I swear. Elearn you suck. Oh well, back to school tonight. Im damn bored. I think I'll blog again tomorrow lah. Anw, I think I know why Im blogging everyday now. Maybe cause of my new blogskin. Hahaha. Im so lame right. Its okay, SOMEONE is worse. [: anw, ILMA NUR JANNAH lied to me, but she's forgiven! See, Angela is so forgiving. Kidding! Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7432658104109328392?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7432658104109328392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7432658104109328392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7432658104109328392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7432658104109328392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/check-in-check-in.html' title='Check in check in'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4552083704028552022</id><published>2007-09-26T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T00:17:48.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elearn sucks'/><title type='text'>Tsk, elearn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I swear I seriously hate elearn. I rather go back school and have normal lesson okay! Ah well. I woke up this morning, I couldn't even sign in to MSN all thanks to that internet connection thingy. So used Daddy's computer instead. Elearn seriously sucks. Called gohiegohgoh this morning. I did my chinese but I couldn't upload it. See, I told you it sucks! Math was worse. Ahwell. Elearn again tomorrow. Gosh, someone just friggin kill me please. Hmm, I changed my blogskin. I wasn't satisfied with the previous one. This is okay. I don't really care about my blog anymore! :D Ohoh, gohiegohgoh was soooooo lame this morning! &amp;amp; if you happen to pass by her blog, the part where she said "Angela is SO LAME! She sings to herself and talks to herself." is so not true okay! Alrighty, I need to sleep now, friggin elearn tomorrow again. All thanks to that, I have to wake up at 0830, how sucky please. Nights! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-4552083704028552022?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4552083704028552022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4552083704028552022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4552083704028552022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4552083704028552022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/tsk-elearn.html' title='Tsk, elearn!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7212625148452345299</id><published>2007-09-25T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:36:33.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think Im back to blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im back to blogging. Oh dear, Im weird. Oh well. Monday was great but today was horrible. We woke up at 7 instead of 615 for training. Training hard plan - FAILED BIG/HUGEEE TIME. Study hard? Maybe not. Had Math test yesterday. Thanks, Im seriously gna fail and Im screwed. Module 7, shit head. Im seriously screwed :/ 40%, gone. Bye my precious 40% ! Ah well. Elearn tomorrow &amp;amp; thursday. Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Thanks A L-O-T. All  thanks to you, Im in super duper huge trouble. Thank you so much. If you didn't want to go, you should at least tell me. You dont have to lie to me. Your mom said you didn't even tell her, which means, you decided yrself. Now that we have yr ticket, you said youre not gng anymore cause yr mom doesn't you to go. Thanks a lot.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do my chinese compo now and my english work. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Im back. All thanks to Miss Choy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The last person who tagged you is : Choy Si Ying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The relationship with him/her is : Senior! (: But she doesn't look like one cause she's so TINY and I always bulllllly her! Right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 impression you have of him/her : Smart, Prettaye, Smart, Prettaye, LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for me : Hmm, I don't know. Whoa, see horsey. Nothing at all. Time for you to do smtg for me, huh. Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words he/she has said to you : Yes, lik what you've said, WHO THE HELL WILL REMEMBER LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will : I don't like horses! Heh, K-I-D-D-I-N-G + J-O-K-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will : Cut horse's tail !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be : I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your overall impression of him/her is : SUPER HOT (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How you think people around you will feel about you : How would I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The characteristic you love about yourself is : I don't know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The characteristic you hate about yourself is : It'll take forever if I list everything down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The most ideal person you want to be is : (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. For people who care and like you, say something to them : I LOVE YOU GUYS [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Pass this quiz to 11 people that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;1/ NICOLEEEEE!♥&lt;br /&gt;2/ SABRINAAAA!♥&lt;br /&gt;3/ GOHIE-GOHGOH!♥&lt;br /&gt;4/ AMANDA!&lt;br /&gt;5/ ELISA!&lt;br /&gt;6/ SHAFIQAH!&lt;br /&gt;7/ Boonie!&lt;br /&gt;8/ Val !&lt;br /&gt;9/ CASS!&lt;br /&gt;10/ Vera !&lt;br /&gt;11/ ILMAA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 6 having a relationship with? [SHAAAAA!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NO ONE. SHE'S SINGLE &amp;amp; SHE'S DAMN NICE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 9 a female or male? [CASSSSSSIE!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; FEMALE, DUH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? [BOONIE &amp;amp; VERA]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; HAHAHA. I DON'T THINK SO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2 studying? [SABRINAAAAA!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; SHE AHHHHH, SHE STUDIES WHAT EVER FROGS STUDY, RIGHT! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with 3? [GOHIE-GOHGOH!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; THIS MORNING, ABOUT ELEARNNNNN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music does 8 like? [VAL!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ERRRRRRRRR, ALL THE SONGS LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 1 has any siblings? [NICOLEEEEEEEEEE!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YES, THIS ONE I REALLY REALLY KNOW. TWO BROTHERS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo 3? [GOHIE-GOHGOH!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; HELL YES, WHY NOT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about 7? [BOONIEE!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YEAH! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 4 single? [AMANDAAAA!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YES! SHE IS! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the surname of 5? [ELISAAAAAA!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; BAATH! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the hobby of 4? [AMANDAAAA!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; SWIM, EAT, SLEEP, MSG, BREATHE, BATHE, BOWL, PON TRG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do 5 and 9 get along well? [ELISAAA &amp;amp; CASSSSS!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YEAH, THEY DO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is 2 studying at? [SABRINAAAAAAAAA!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; SINGAPORE SPORTS SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something causal about 1. [NICOLEEEEE!♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; SHE AHHHHH, SUPER LAME. BUT SHES NICE AND I LOVE HER.. PURPLE TOOTHBRUSH. KIDDDDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for 8? [VAAAAL!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YEAHHHHH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 9 live? [CASSSSS!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I THINK ITS TANAH MERAH, OR SOMEWHERE THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour does 4 like? [AMANDA!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; GUESS WHAT, I REALLY DONT KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, Im damn lazy to do it! And I need a new nice blogskin! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7212625148452345299?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7212625148452345299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7212625148452345299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7212625148452345299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7212625148452345299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-im-back-to-blogging.html' title='I think Im back to blogging'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-3614015270476343541</id><published>2007-09-23T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:30:14.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouty-out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The rockers&lt;/u&gt; [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurul Shafiqah! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaaaaaaaaa. You this cheerful girl in class. Study hard alright. You have to stop think of F_ already and start studying hard. Hahaha. But S_ will be damn sad if he knows that you like F_ instead of S_. Hahaha. I see you in class tomorrow alright! Take care :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa Baath! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath-tub! Hahaha. Thanks for being there for me after that basketball thingy alright. You're now my MeiMei. Hahaha. Thankyou so much. &amp;amp; We all know yr dirty lil secret. So you better tell me next time if you have decided to change target alright. You're my room-mate &amp;amp; my classmate. I love you please. (: Take care &amp;amp; it's time for you to study hard. Oh, enough of white cards! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean Lee Kwan Ting! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're another cute cute little small boy. Hahaha. Oh well, you another one. I also know yr dirty lil secret. Sean Lee Kwan Ting is my sweet buddy! Thanks for all the sweets alright? And thanks for making English lesson oh-so-fun. You rock extremely hard, Seanny! Hahaha. Study hard ! Take care :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aloysius Ang! ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't type yr full name out since you hate it so much. Im nice right, you better. I know yr dirty lil secret too! But you no longer lik her anymore. Hahaha. Still make me go take picture of her, thanks so much lah please. Hahaha. Anw, you rock &amp;amp; you're another cute cute little small boy! Hahaha. Study hard lah, don't get anymore white cards okay. You had enough of it already! :D Seeya! (: Take care :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wilson Yeoh! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You another one. Always playing/msging during lesson time. Haiyo, enough of playing yr PSP already lah. You can play it all you want after the exams. For now, better start studying hard. Hahaha. My 1st module to 4th module English lesson table partner! You rock :D Take care! And you and Chubby's mentor rock please. Hahaha! Seeya :D Aiyoh, now you better say Im nice. No more chinese name lah. Why so scare?! Haha! Not say no one knows right. Lol. Seeya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kok Kiat Xuan! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You annoying little small guy! Hahaha. You're irritating at times, but oh well. Who ask you to be the china rat! But you're obviously nice. Cheer up okay. Just forget about that W_ case thingy. Cheer up. Study hard &amp;amp; train hard. Wait, you're alrdy studying and trg hard. More lik, I have to eh. Hahaha. Seeya during trg :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goh Wei Ning! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher MT go all the way down to normal MT, not bad eh. Well, not really that bad cause we're in the same class now! Hahaha. I love you. You should had came down at the start of school. I told you Laoshi was nice, you don't believe. Hahaha. Happy Sitting next to K_. I know you'll love it. Probably you'll love her even more. Hahaha. Anw, thanks for all those lame jokes alright. Thanks for being there for me too. I love you baby! (: You rock. Seeya, loves! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jovi Ang Rui Wei! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You another idiot! Thanks for dirtying my pink bag lah. Hahaha. My cheena lesson table partner! You rock. Thanks for all the fun time during Laoshi's lesson alright. Thanks for making chinese lesson oh-so-fun. You rock, big/HUGEEEE time! &amp;amp; thank you for disturbing me when you know I was damn bored. Hahaha. Seeya. Study hard ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda Toh Yan Chin! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMATO! Hahaha. Thanks for all the bubble teas alright. I love you please. Remember to study hard and get out of NT okay? Train hard please. We have to stop pissing the coach off lah. Hahaha. &amp;amp; remember our, 'HEY YOU FASTING OR NOT!' Hahaha. Seeya in school! Tons of loves! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valerie Lim! ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, you also need to stop pissing the coach off. Thanks for being there for me when I was seriously lost alright. I love you babe. Study hard lah. Now that you've no one to msg, you better start studying hard &amp;amp; train hard. I wna see you during trg now alrighty? Loves! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabrina Heng Sze Hui! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, study hard alright? I miss you so much. Thanks for all the laughters, fun times we had tgt. I love you! Train hard, remember? San Fransisco! Hahaha. Loves :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole Choy Si Ying! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also! Don't fail Science alrdy. Must study hard. Hahaha. Thanks for all the laughters and fun times we had tgt once alright. I love you! Seeya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanessa Boon! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOONIE, stop being so stress okay! No matter what happens, I'll be there for you, I promise! :D Yr fishy is always here for you! Takecare. Seeya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S_. ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;You'll probably not see this since you no longer come to my blog anymore. Thanks for everything we once had alright. Thanks for the fun times we had once. Thanks for being there for me. Thanks for the nice msges. Thanks for the nice and sweet late night calls. Thanks for the hug. Thanks for spending your time with me on my birthday. Thank you so much. I'm really sorry. I changed, I know. Don't worry about what happened during the basketball/soccer/rugby. It's okay. I didn't really blame you. I deserve those. Im really sorry. All the best for yr Ns. Study hard. Seeya in school. Take care.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ambulance! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Im pretty sure you won't read this since you don't even know about my blog! Hahaha. Thank you for being there for me too alrighty? You seriously rock! (: Please study hard for yr O levels yeah. All the best! You will do it, don't worry. You didn't do well for prelims but you're gonna do well for os! :D Im damn sure. Seeya in school ! :D You rock! Take care (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thats all, I think. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-3614015270476343541?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3614015270476343541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=3614015270476343541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3614015270476343541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3614015270476343541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/shouty-out.html' title='Shouty-out!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-3635412885939221319</id><published>2007-09-23T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:04:11.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just screamed, I miss you. Did you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to seriously start mugging and at the same time start trg hard. I havent really been trg hard. Oh well. Im seriously damn bored &amp;amp; I've nothing to blog. NOTHING. Oh, and I need to start blog hopping to find quiz ! (: Okay, I failed. I can't find anything. So I'll go now. I seriously want that purple crumpler. Fuckkkkkxzxzxz, come to me please ): Okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-3635412885939221319?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3635412885939221319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=3635412885939221319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3635412885939221319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3635412885939221319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-3747220804820026003</id><published>2007-09-22T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:32:16.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've to blog</title><content type='html'>Im bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-3747220804820026003?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3747220804820026003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=3747220804820026003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3747220804820026003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3747220804820026003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-to-blog.html' title='I&apos;ve to blog'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6419713122380888872</id><published>2007-09-16T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:33:35.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate me all you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried my very best. I'm sorry, I had to leave you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, I seriously don't know whats wrong with you. I tried my very best to talk to you. Fine, I know I had been giving attitude and stuffs. I'm damn sorry. I talked to you, nicely. Fine, maybe not talk. Comment, but you just had to delete it. I really don't know what to do already. I think I should just leave you alone. But still, I'm extremely sorry for the attitude-ing. We're no longer like before. I've changed, I admit. People change. It's me, myself. Still, I'm damn sorry. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to blogging, I guess. I did nothing yesterday. Absolutely nothing please. I should had went out with Miss Goh Goh. All thanks to my Mom please. She said we were going out yesterday but we didn't in the end. Stayed at home the home damn day. No life, please. Horsey did some quiz again. So Im gonna do it since Im so bored :D Thanks horsey, I love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Miss Goh Goh!♥&lt;br /&gt;2. Captain! (:&lt;br /&gt;3. Horsey!♥&lt;br /&gt;4. Sabrina!♥&lt;br /&gt;5. Ang Ang! (:&lt;br /&gt;6. Boonie!♥&lt;br /&gt;7. Elisa! :D&lt;br /&gt;8. Him! (:&lt;br /&gt;9. Denise! :D&lt;br /&gt;10. Shafiqah!♥&lt;br /&gt;11. Valerie! :D&lt;br /&gt;12. Fucker! &gt;:((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever kissed 12? [Fucker]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NEVER IN MY LIFE, I WOULD WANT TO KISS HER. GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the best memory you have of 9? [Denise]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; THURSDAY NIGHT - FRIDAY MORNING! COACHES DAY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When's the next time you're gonna see 4? [SABRINA♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; TONIGHT, I HOPE. IF NOT, TOMORROW MORNING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is number 1 cool? [MISS GOHGOH♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NEVER! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was your first impression of number 8? [Him!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ERRRRR, HE'S OKAY LAH, NOT THAT BAD. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How did you meet 3? [HORSEY♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ZOOOOOOOO. ANY PLACE THAT HAS HORSE. MAYBE LAMPANG, CAUSE THERE WERE ALOT OF HORSE. KIDDING. SHE'S GNA KILL ME FOR THIS. THE ANSWER IS SCHOOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is 10 your best friend? [SHAFIQAH♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YES. HEEEEELLA YES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you seen 6 running around like mad? [BOONIE♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I HOPE. SO I CAN LAUGH AT HER ALL I WANT, CAUSE I KNOW ITS GNA BE FUNNY, RIGHT? HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where does 5 live? [AngAng!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; HE JUST TOLD ME YESTERDAY, JURONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the last thing you did with 12? [Fucker]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I DONT KNOW AND I DONT FUCKING CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever been in 2's house? [Captain!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CRAZY, NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you ever kiss number 11? [Valerie!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YEAH, WE WERE TALKING ABOUT KISSING EACH OTHERTHAT TIME DURING TRG! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever slept in the same bed as 5? [AngAng!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CRAZY + MAD, NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When's the next time you'll see 10? [SHAFIQAH♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; TONIGHT, IF SHE'S COMING BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you really close to 4? [SABRINA♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; USED TO. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever kissed 7? [Elisa!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever been to the movies with 3? [HORSEY♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YES, HORROR MOVIE. SHE WAS GRABBING ON TO ME AND MY JEANS! THANKS ALOT HORSEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever got in trouble with 8? [Him!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When is the last time you saw 6? [BOONIE♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you know 9? [Denise]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YEEEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you give number 11 a hug?[Valerie!]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YES, WHY NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: have you ever kissed number 1?[MISS GOHGOH♥]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NOPE. BUT WE SHARED DRINKS, COUNTED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Im done with the quiz ! Thanks Horsey. Loves a gazillion! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6419713122380888872?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6419713122380888872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6419713122380888872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6419713122380888872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6419713122380888872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/hate-me-all-you-want.html' title='Hate me all you want.'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5308547378959390810</id><published>2007-09-15T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:56:36.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They forced me to blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:140%;"&gt;Its just seriously no more you &amp;amp; I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hello, I have to blog cause I got forced to. D: They're just mean people. I don't wanna name them out. In case anything happened to me. Heh, right? Tsk. Oh well. I don't know what to friggin blog please. &amp;amp; Im seriously going to give up on my blog already :D Hm, maybe I should do some quiz. Heh. :D Okay. Nicole did some quiz few hours ago. Maybe I should do that ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;1. Miss GohGoh! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;2. Captain :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;3. Ang Ang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;4. Elisa! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;5. Nicole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;6. Boonie! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;7. Sabrina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;8. Denise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;9. Dandan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;10. Scotty! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;11. Darryl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;12. Fucker! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01. Why did you put Friend 1; first? [Miss Goh Goh!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; CAUSE I LOVE HER A LOT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;02. Why did you put Friend 12; last? [Fucker! &gt;:(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; CAUSE I HATE HER FUCKING A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03. What do you think Friend 3; is wearing now? [Ang Ang!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; SHIRT AND SHORTS, OBVIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;04. Have you ever had a crush on Friend 7? [Sabrina]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; ER, NO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;05. What is the most attractive thing about Friend 4? [Elisa!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; ERRRR, I DONT KNOW LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;06. What is the least attractive thing about Friend 11? [Darryl!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; ER, I REALLY DONT KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;07. How did you meet Friend 9? [Dandan!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; IN SCHOOL (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;08. If you had to label Friend 2? [Captain!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;09. Have you ever kiss Friend 6? [Boonie!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; NOPE. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. Where do you usually meet Friend 5? [Nicole]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; NO WHERE LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11. What can you see Friend 10; doing for a living?  [Scotty!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; HMMMMMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12. Is Friend 8; a model? [Denise!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt;  NOPPPPPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13. What song describe Friend 5? [Nicole]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; JENNY / THE GREAT ESCAPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;14. Do you think Friend 3; could kill someone? [Ang Ang!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; HARD TO SAY! &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;15. Does Friend 9; look like a girl or boy? [DanDan!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; GIRL OBVIOUSLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;16. Does Friend 1; play any video games? [Miss GohGoh!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; NOPE :D SHE STUDIES. YEAH RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;17. What flavour Friend 4; like? [Elisa!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; PRACTICALLY EVERYTHING :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;18. Has Friend 2; broke someone's heart? [Captain!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; NO IDEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;19. Do you think Friend 8; would rather have a million dollars or their true love? [Denise]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; BOTH I THINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;20. Would you/do you trust Friend 6; driving skills? [Boonie!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; HELL NO, I TELL YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;21. If you and Friend 11; are locked in a closet, what would you do? [Darryl!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; TALK, LAUGH? DONT WORRY, I WONT RAPE HIM !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;22. How often do you talk to Friend 4? [Elisa!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; EVERYDAY, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;23. Do you want Friend 3; body? [Ang Ang!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; MAYBE NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;24. You and Friend 10; is stranded on an island, how would you try to save yourselves? [Scotty!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; HELP?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;25. What stores does Friend 8; get their clothes from? [Denise!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; NO IDEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;26. If you could change one thing about Friend 6; what would it be? [Boonie!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; DONT BULLY HER FISHY SO EASILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;27. What annoys you most about Friend 9? [Dandan!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; ER, NOTHING :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;28. What is the best thing Friend 5; has done for you? [Nicole]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; SHE HAS BEEN DAMN LAME &amp;amp; THATS WHAT SHE HAS DONE FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;29. If Friend 7; were a restaurant, which would they be and why? [Sabrina]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; HIGH CLASS CAUSE SHE'S TALL [HIGH].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;30. Do you know any dirty secret of Friend 12? [Fucker! &gt;:(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;31. At your wedding, what would Friend 9 ; be doing? [Dandan!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; I DON'T KNOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;32. What is Friend 8; most afraid of? [Denise!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; I DONT KNOW LEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;33.What animal should Friend 1 be? [Miss Goh Goh!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; PENGUIN. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;34. What do you think Friend 10; is thinking right now? [Scotty!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; HMMMM, DONT KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;35. What is the worst thing Friend 7; could do to you?[Sabrina]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; I'VE NO IDEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;36. Would Friend 3; be as hot as the other gender? [Ang Ang!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;37a. Is Friend 12; beckham going to read this? [Fucker! &gt;:(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; NO IDEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;37b. Why or why not? [Fucker! &gt;:(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; CAUSE I REALLY DONT KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;38. What were your first thoughts when you saw Friend 7? [Sabrina]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; OHMYGOD, TALL &amp;amp; SHORT AGAIN. HEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;40. Do you trust Friend 2; with your deepest secret? [Captain!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&gt; YES I WOULD. NO DOUBTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;41. Would Friend 2; be a good teacher? [Captain!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA. YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Oh hell, Im done with the quiz. Hahahaha. Ah well. Im damn bored &amp;amp; hungry! Okay, I better go now. AHEM &amp;amp; AHEM, I BLOGGED :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3766214173104256932-5308547378959390810?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5308547378959390810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5308547378959390810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5308547378959390810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5308547378959390810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/they-forced-me-to-blog.html' title='They forced me to blog.'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5739069345387257594</id><published>2007-09-07T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:27:11.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna cry anymore</title><content type='html'>I can no longer trust anyone anymore. Sorry, not even you. Nope, not anymore. Not even a single person. I'm pathetic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop, I need to stop crying now. I seriously need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5739069345387257594?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5739069345387257594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5739069345387257594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5739069345387257594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5739069345387257594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-wanna-cry-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna cry anymore'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7389468475120163088</id><published>2007-09-02T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T14:07:02.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tour !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello Good Bye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Im sorry for not posting yesterday. I reached home at lik, ten plus. Yeah. Went out with Boon, Nicole, Sab, Cass, Kelvin, Mattias, Dom, Kiatxuan, Amanda, Felicia Toh, Yao and I. Met at Cine, watched Dead Silence. Was sitting beside Kel and Denise for th first part of th show. But it was seriously damn scary, so I moved down and sat beside Cass and Boon. Th show was really really extremely scary okay. Kiatxuan and Mattias slept. Lik, what th hell right. After th show, headed down to Jurong for Ice skating. It was fun but quite boring cause besides skating, theres nothing we could actually do. Oh well, guess what. I fell, but I didn't fall on my ass. Heh! After skating, headed down to Escape. It was fun, obviously. Kiat Xuan wasted his money. Shared cab with Boon, Nic, Kel and Kiat Xuan. We need, three cabs! Hahaha. It was really fun and we got ourselves really wet. After Escape, went to eat Mommy's Wanton Noodles ! :D We were damn hungry! Ahahah. Okay. Yesterday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a new phone! :D Im bored and guess what, I went trg this afternoon. Heh. Okay, I dont wanna post already. So boring. Im checking in tonight :D Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7389468475120163088?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7389468475120163088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7389468475120163088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7389468475120163088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7389468475120163088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/09/tour.html' title='tour !'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-3410961824554070976</id><published>2007-08-31T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:55:45.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shut up and fucking hell get lost.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really cannot stand him. Urgh. Ohwells. Ice skating tomorrow! Its gonna be fun :D Im tired. Lol. Nights. Im sorry baby, I blogged, but not very long. Heh. Loves :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-3410961824554070976?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3410961824554070976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=3410961824554070976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3410961824554070976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3410961824554070976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/08/fucker.html' title='fucker'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-1392055327077231127</id><published>2007-08-30T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:37:52.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im still a happy person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you, no more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go back to school. So no water polo for me. Shit head. Ohwells. Im trg tmr! Nothing much happened today. I was super duper ultra bored. Donkey is seriously damn nonsense. Im really gonna kill him tmr. He's not trg but im meeting him after that, great. I wont be so bored then! Aiyah. Im bored and i miss my baby! :( Oh wells. I think i'll post more tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-1392055327077231127?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/1392055327077231127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=1392055327077231127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/1392055327077231127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/1392055327077231127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-still-happy-person.html' title='Im still a happy person'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-8170668159385647075</id><published>2007-08-29T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:37:00.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things come to an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll just call it love with a no more behind it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm finally back yeah. Oh wells. Thai was really fun, camwhore lik some don't know what. Shan't post th pictures up, will post it up soon. Cause im pretty sure its gonna take forever if I post it up now. You see, that shows blogger is damn slow. Bangkok was fun, right Val. Asia Hotel really rocks. PDS was fun too. Hahaha. I miss shopping at MBK. I wanna go back Thailand. Well well, the swimmers were there for (how many days?) then we fly to ChiangMai, bus ride then finally, Lampang. I hate th hotel there okay, so horrible + terrible. But it was fun. Ah, I'm not back in Singapore and guess what, I'm sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school &amp;amp; trg. Ahwells. I wanna train but I don't wanna go back to school. Anyhows, Im no longer with ____ anymore. [: I will still be a happy person! :D Okay, Im sick and tired of blogging. I love livejournal ! Ah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-8170668159385647075?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8170668159385647075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=8170668159385647075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8170668159385647075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8170668159385647075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='All good things come to an end'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-9094560886135343975</id><published>2007-08-10T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:12:09.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So maybe you could walk with me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I can rest beneath your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stumble sometimes and needs a hand to hold;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long trip alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jas just had to wake me up at 8.17 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really blame her. Ahaha. Oh, she has to go to school. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;Mom forced me to eat this tiny bowl of porridge. It was yummy, but I was kinda sick of porridge.&lt;br /&gt;I had it last night, mind you :/&lt;br /&gt;Left house at 10.30, reached City Hall at 11.30 am. Hahaha. Waited for Sean, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;He was slow. But he wasn't late, not fun.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at Somerset, walked to Cine. Caught Secret.&lt;br /&gt;I swear that show is super duper ultra uber nice. Caught the one at 2.35 (:&lt;br /&gt;Saw Qing and Jr. Sean's ex classmate. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, walked to Cathay before the show. Bought tickets for I forgot what show.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. After the show, walked to Paragon and many many places la.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, it was fun, okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I won't be blogging that often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Only Sean knows why. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm tired. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-9094560886135343975?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/9094560886135343975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=9094560886135343975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/9094560886135343975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/9094560886135343975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-fun.html' title='Today was fun'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5925531816295925591</id><published>2007-08-08T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:40:49.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No matter how many times he hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll always forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;Others call it stupid,&lt;br /&gt;I'll call it love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RrnOxaWUgbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SszFrvnN74M/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RrnOxaWUgbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SszFrvnN74M/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096331801628279218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! :D I'm sorry, I know I look really fugly in the picture :/&lt;br /&gt;I cannot smile anymore okay. My lips was bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, National Day Celebration went well, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really train this week, I'm really gonna die for Thai Sports School games.&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving next week. That's like how fast, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I really don't know. Maybe I'll train harder after the games. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;School was alright on both Monday and Tuesday. Nothing went wrong. Wait, I couldn't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;Today feels like Friday. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After the food stall thingy, went back to the Auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;Sat there and wait. It was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures, ahaha. With Brandon Boon, Miss GohGoh and Wendy Enn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna show you cause I looked horrible :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just realized that Cluster Activity is just next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;How cool, aye :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored, sigh!&lt;br /&gt;Went Causeway with Miss GohGoh and Wendy after Nationaly Day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Went there to eat, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and now, I'm back home, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, playing games with yeah, Sean.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm afraid that I will forget to wish Singapore, so maybe I should just wish now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I better go. I'm quite tired.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I finally talked to qing! (:&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;YOU FUCKING HELL DON'T EVEN CARE.&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN JUST FUCKING HELL LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still don't know me well.&lt;br /&gt;When I said I'm okay, I'm actually not.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say I hate you, I don't want to call you a fucker just caused of that.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you. I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much. Please, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5925531816295925591?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5925531816295925591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5925531816295925591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5925531816295925591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5925531816295925591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-celebration.html' title='National Day Celebration'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RrnOxaWUgbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SszFrvnN74M/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4518964103132668371</id><published>2007-08-06T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:25:17.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science class is loveeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And could it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you do love me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heh, I'm like in school now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Science but comp lab! :D So fun right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Training was alright but I didn't really train. As in, I didn't finish the sets. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I couldn't really sleep last night. I mean, yeah :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy, Daddy, Jas and I had Macs for dinner last night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So nice right. Anw, I'm like how bored now, please :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Zakir is like scaring me or whatsoever! Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You call that student counsellor?! Nah, kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't worry, aye :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We're suppose to do some Science thingy but we all seem to be so lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha. Cause we're all doing something else. Smart eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, I think I know what we have to do already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We're suppose to print something. Ohwells! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm really really bored, yknow ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;English and Math later!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those are the subjects that I don't really like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why? Cause of the.. yeah. Not telling you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Breakfast was alright, not really that nice though, D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't wait to go back, please. I miss home so badly, yeah right Angela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who are you kidding? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, I went Rec room last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Played Air Hockey with Miss Goh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was like, HAHAHA. I don't know la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, and, and, Nurul Shafiqah is so vugular today!! Heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I think I better stop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bye! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-4518964103132668371?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4518964103132668371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4518964103132668371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4518964103132668371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4518964103132668371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/08/science-class-is-loveeee.html' title='Science class is loveeee'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6625404471305013830</id><published>2007-08-05T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:57:22.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You runied my day so badly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It isn't leaving;&lt;br /&gt;It's running away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be in love with you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;so I'm running away;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away from love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished watching the show, Take the Lead.&lt;br /&gt;Nice show, I must say. (:&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch Mr. Holland's Opus soon, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;If not, nap :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back tonight. Sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go back. Ahwells.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally bought the file I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Three Cheers for myself, please. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired :(&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Will try to blog soon, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6625404471305013830?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6625404471305013830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6625404471305013830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6625404471305013830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6625404471305013830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-runied-my-day-so-badly.html' title='You runied my day so badly'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-1028175808702454205</id><published>2007-08-04T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:55:37.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired of blogging already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate going through my&lt;br /&gt;contact list and realizing I&lt;br /&gt;have no one to confide in.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm like super sorry for not blogging yesterday okay.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Thanks to my damn screwed up comp. What an idiot right! :/&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh :/ Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened much this week.&lt;br /&gt;I was rather happy, I don't know why either! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, I couldn't remember what really actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Miss Goh WeiNing &amp;amp; Miss Yeong ShiLin Krista!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Mom bought cake, pizzas, drinks and everything.&lt;br /&gt;How nice, eh? Yeah. Obviously, it's Angela's Mom, what do you expect? :D&lt;br /&gt;Ate pizza first. Wendy, Andrew, Luqman, Kiatxuan, Krista, Weining, Vera and I forgot who already where all there.&lt;br /&gt;After that, started throwing cakes everywhere. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Miss Goh, she pour the whole cheese thingy on me and made me felt so cheesy for days.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks hella loads, please.&lt;br /&gt;Cleared up after that, thanks Andrew for helping. Hahaha. How nice can he be, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really happened.&lt;br /&gt;Danced with Mushroom. Pep!&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training was so called fun since its gym. Yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;Camwhored with Val after training. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Sent Vera back and do yknow what, Vera doesn't know how to go back.&lt;br /&gt;How smart! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, I'm no longer afraid of jabs anymore.&lt;br /&gt;YAY ANGELA!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Went out early in the morning, didn't train.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the club first cause Jas had to train, dropped her there.&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Dr Heng after that, jab! :(&lt;br /&gt;So scary. But actually, its not even pain!! Hahaha. I mean, it is la, but not when he poke me with that needle.&lt;br /&gt;After that jab, it started to get paaaaaaain!&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the club to pick Jas up, went parkway, Giant.&lt;br /&gt;Bought I-forgot-what, then to WeiNing's house, pick her up and then went to had breakfast with Jas, WeiNing and Mommy (:&lt;br /&gt;Back home. Went Cine with WeiNing and Jas. It was funfunfun, yeh?&lt;br /&gt;Caught Harry Potter [like finally!] and Disturbia.&lt;br /&gt;Saw some of the bowlers and Cass, Sijia, Dom and YaoZong. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of blogging already :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shall put the pictures up soon :D&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-1028175808702454205?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/1028175808702454205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=1028175808702454205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/1028175808702454205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/1028175808702454205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-tired-of-blogging-already.html' title='I&apos;m tired of blogging already'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-10501276952671550</id><published>2007-07-29T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:09:24.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're every line,&lt;br /&gt;You're every word.&lt;br /&gt;You're everything&lt;br /&gt;You're every song, I sing along&lt;br /&gt;Because you're my everything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to school later. Sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go back, please.&lt;br /&gt;Bandar Penawar Sports school, we're going there next Wednesday, 1st August.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, its already August? Whoa, that is damn fast, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't train this afternoon, I told Mum that I don't feel like training.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, and being the super nice Mum, she asked me to go watch television instead.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, like really really bored. And I have nothing to do. Okay, I think I shall do the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that I had more than enough rest and sleep? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I'm quite lazy.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not gonna do the quiz. Ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to post, please.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :/ Knn, someone tell me what to post about please.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to go back to school, sigh :/&lt;br /&gt;I want a pair of slippers pleaseee.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, since I got nothing to post, I shan't post then.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-10501276952671550?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/10501276952671550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=10501276952671550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/10501276952671550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/10501276952671550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-school-tonight.html' title='Back to school tonight'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-8725591594933377350</id><published>2007-07-29T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:50:30.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 14th Birthday, Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RqxiQahD6KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cs8jQpavCnk/s1600-h/Nic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RqxiQahD6KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cs8jQpavCnk/s320/Nic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092553312784607394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY, HORSE! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're finally 14 eh? Take care, enjoy yourself, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I shall see you later in school. Remember to smile more, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I love you, horseeeeeeey (:&lt;br /&gt;Take care, study hard, train hard, play hard.&lt;br /&gt;And, stop whining! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I love you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-8725591594933377350?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8725591594933377350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=8725591594933377350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8725591594933377350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8725591594933377350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-14th-birthday-horse.html' title='Happy 14th Birthday, Horse'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RqxiQahD6KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cs8jQpavCnk/s72-c/Nic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-2062598327578338497</id><published>2007-07-28T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:27:54.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed blogskin again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At the end of each day,&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like dying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was alright. Toh and Elisa didn't train for god knows what reason.&lt;br /&gt;There were super duper ultra lots of 6 x 100.&lt;br /&gt;But yknow what, we ended early. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So what if we ended early? We still have to stay in school right?&lt;br /&gt;Had to stay in school cause of Open House.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go Causeway with Denise &amp; KiatXuan.&lt;br /&gt;But we called in instead of going out, Macdonald.&lt;br /&gt;We called at like 11plus and it came at 12.24pm. It was effing long please.&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting like some idiots, please.&lt;br /&gt;Gave up and went to Boarding side, sat there and waited for don't-know-how-long.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, finally (:&lt;br /&gt;The talk was super duper ultra boring alright, as in, it's almost the same :/&lt;br /&gt;Trails (: Kinda of fun. Drew everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, kind of :D&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know already cause I forgot everything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see a doctor after that.&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling uber sick, so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;I was perfectly fine before that, so scary please.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. I'm alright! (:&lt;br /&gt;Am messaging dear right now. He should be studying, nono. Watching television. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, morning training for Xie's group is at 6.15am. Please don't be late, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed blogskin. I'm kinda sick of the previous one. I'm sorry, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, and yknow what, I haven't even touch on any of my homeworks yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed :/ And I owe many many many people letters! :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm tired. Will blog tomorrow if I have the time (:&lt;br /&gt;Nights and bye! (:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-2062598327578338497?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/2062598327578338497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=2062598327578338497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/2062598327578338497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/2062598327578338497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-changed-blogskin-again.html' title='I changed blogskin again'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-3770596954420919755</id><published>2007-07-27T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:26:03.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The next time you walk out my front door,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;don't expect it to ever opened again for you.&lt;br /&gt;You've walked of my life so many times,&lt;br /&gt;and next time will be for good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn7PqhD6DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mg2rriR2JhM/s1600-h/Ahah..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn7PqhD6DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mg2rriR2JhM/s320/Ahah..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091877100248623154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn7pahD6EI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8ZhKp9xVbIU/s1600-h/Ahh,+no+face..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn7pahD6EI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8ZhKp9xVbIU/s320/Ahh,+no+face..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091877542630254658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn79qhD6FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pPiT_mYNF8g/s1600-h/Boo%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn79qhD6FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pPiT_mYNF8g/s320/Boo%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091877890522605650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn8e6hD6GI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nvs0Cymq5tQ/s1600-h/Classmates%3B+we+shall+be..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn8e6hD6GI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nvs0Cymq5tQ/s320/Classmates%3B+we+shall+be..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091878461753256034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn9TKhD6II/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ldw8h8R7e1o/s1600-h/Crossie+partners%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn9TKhD6II/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ldw8h8R7e1o/s320/Crossie+partners%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091879359401420930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn9r6hD6JI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YSlyR2dT400/s1600-h/Jet%27aime..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn9r6hD6JI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YSlyR2dT400/s320/Jet%27aime..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091879784603183250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many pictures, just that I'm really lazy to post it up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Yeah, I'm finally back home. I bet you guys don't know how much I missed home la.&lt;br /&gt;Pep today was alright but laoshi just had to drag, drag and drag. Gr.&lt;br /&gt;School was alright, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;English, Math and the Science.&lt;br /&gt;Training this morning was alright, one hour of swim only. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training main set was 30 by 100. But, but, I'm not swimming or rather, I didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;Went back home after PEP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;Camwhored like, whoaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Vera, Krista, Weining, Shafiqah &amp;amp; Wendy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Many more pictures, but won't post it all up yet, kinda lazy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday went pretty well. History was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Watched movie again during laoshi's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Music, watched movie again. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was about it, I couldn't really remember, I'm sorry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow at 9 :(&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don't want to train la. I'm so freaking tired please.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but just felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I finally got a roommate but.. :/&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I shan't tell you anything, I don't want people to call me meanie or evil :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, bye people.&lt;br /&gt;Nights. Which also means, bye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-3770596954420919755?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3770596954420919755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=3770596954420919755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3770596954420919755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3770596954420919755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/next-time-you-walk-out-my-front-door.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rqn7PqhD6DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mg2rriR2JhM/s72-c/Ahah..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-2459228460479583776</id><published>2007-07-25T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:20:58.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm like in school right now :(&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back home, I wanna go back so badly, please.&lt;br /&gt;It's Wednesday and I've like don't-know-how-many-more-days to Friday :/&lt;br /&gt;School today was alright, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Watched I'm Not Stupid today during laoshi's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Math after that, presentation and movies. Hahaha. We watched like effing loads movies today, please.&lt;br /&gt;Geog after that, knn. Test :/&lt;br /&gt;Fail already, pleaseeee :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't train today, I rock right. Yeah, you better say I rock.&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't know already.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was alright. We had Science test. Mr kwok allowed us to use our phone during the test. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And everything la, I don't know already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to find some info about Cleopatra. (:&lt;br /&gt;History presentation tomorrow, suckkkkkkk :(&lt;br /&gt;Dearest's mum doesn't allow him to use the phone at night. WHAT THE :/ !&lt;br /&gt;Gr, Vera is beside me now and Elisa is singing right now. NOW !&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I don't know what to blog already but I don't wanna stop blogging cause I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home, back home.&lt;br /&gt;Mum is coming later with Grapes and Bubble teas. Hahaha. I know it sounds abit off, but yeah, GRAPE (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I tell you that dearest is sick?&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, dearest. Lovesloves! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa Baath is singing.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Shafiqah is staring at Danial Farhan.&lt;br /&gt;Vera Yap ZiXuan is damn hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;Angela Tan is here blogging!&lt;br /&gt;Dang :/ There is something wrong with the screeeeeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fuuuuuuuuuck&lt;/s&gt; goes ANGELA :(&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is being damn gay right now!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Ohwells. I'm stopping here, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know why either. I shan't be so lame.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, byeeeeeeee &amp; Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-2459228460479583776?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/2459228460479583776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=2459228460479583776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/2459228460479583776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/2459228460479583776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-im-like-in-school-right-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7786865195701554686</id><published>2007-07-22T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:15:33.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;loving someone that's in a rush to throw you away.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored. I finally got new pens.&lt;br /&gt;Back to school tonight. Training tomorrow morning at 6.15 am.&lt;br /&gt;No more night talks with dearest love. That is one fucktard thing I hate the most :/&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause dearest left boarding, knn :(&lt;br /&gt;No more night talks. No more meeting at night. No more everything.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. We're still messaging, right. So, nothing will happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hey&lt;br /&gt;Boy: What?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I really like you. And I.. I think I'm falling in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Ok...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What do you mean "ok"?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I don't like you like that..&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I can't tell you.. maybe another time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, the girl kept asking the boy "Why not?" whenever she saw him, and he kept answering the same answer of "I'll tell you later." Finally the girl got fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like me!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Do you really wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: It's because you're uglier than ANYTHING! What's the point of going out with someone when they're not pretty?!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: But.. I..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone, crying her heart out. Then her cell phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'll be home from work in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Alright Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I love you too, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Bye Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl heads home and once she got there, she went in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm not pretty enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She set to work, knowing fully well what she was going to do. 2 hours later, her Mom came home and heard the bath water running. She went upstairs to find the hallway flooded so she knocked on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Honey? Are you alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened the door and was shocked at the site.&lt;br /&gt;The bath was overflowing onto the floor, and the water was tinted red.&lt;br /&gt;She walked over to see what was inside and screamed.&lt;br /&gt;There, her little girl was lying with cuts all over her face and wrists.&lt;br /&gt;Her Mom backed away and was going to run to call the police when something caught her eye.&lt;br /&gt;On the mirror, 'am I pretty enough now?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one deserves to be told that by someone they love.&lt;br /&gt;A person's appearance doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;What counts is their heart inside of them and their personality.&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be told they're not good enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knn, that guy can go and die already.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I think I'm addicted to knn, already, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. Oh, did I mention that I've changed my phone?&lt;br /&gt;And am loving it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I slept around 2plus last night, I was doing all my work.&lt;br /&gt;And, yknow what, I managed to finish all my works. Like, finally! :D&lt;br /&gt;History Project, due on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Math Project, due on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Screw everything upside down, please.&lt;br /&gt;And, I failed Cheena. So badly. I hate chinese, please. So darn much.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't want to know, I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I totally have no idea why I'm here posting, I should be on my comfortable bed, sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Okay, I shall stop here. I don't wanna go back to school, knn.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Harry potter, double knn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going out with girlfriend today, triple knn.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7786865195701554686?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7786865195701554686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7786865195701554686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7786865195701554686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7786865195701554686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-know-what-it-feels-like-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6253969107024024646</id><published>2007-07-21T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:56:49.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ff-LhCwMsa/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ff-LhCwMsa/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omarion - Icebox&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright. I pon-ed training today.&lt;br /&gt;But I woke up sort of early today. Seven plus (:&lt;br /&gt;Fetch Jasmine to csc for training. Hahaha. She has to train.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went back to csc, waited for Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast + Lunch with the loves one (: Mum &amp; Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, onlined.&lt;br /&gt;Dear was online :D&lt;br /&gt;Napped a lot today. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's not much I can blog about. I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;But I MUST finish all my works by tonight. I must and I have to.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do my English work last night, but I fell asleep. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall go do my English work. Bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, NIGHHHHHHHHHHHTS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; Girl I really wanna work this out cuz im tired of fighting&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope you still want me &lt;br /&gt;The way I want you&lt;br /&gt;Said I really wanna work this out &lt;br /&gt;Damn girl im trying&lt;br /&gt;Its no excuse no excuse&lt;br /&gt;I got this icebox where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;Got this icebox where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;  I'm so cold I'm so cold I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold I'm so cold I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt; I got this icebox where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;Got this icebox where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold I'm so cold I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold I'm so I'm cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6253969107024024646?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6253969107024024646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6253969107024024646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6253969107024024646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6253969107024024646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/omarion-icebox-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-1104301927009227823</id><published>2007-07-20T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:23:19.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-YwQgl0pkT/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sean Kingston - Beautiful Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Fuck-ed up week.&lt;br /&gt;Training was alright, just that my thighs are aching, thanks to 2.4 (:&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a good start. Well.&lt;br /&gt;5 stations just now during training.&lt;br /&gt;This morning was sleep in, specially for Xie's group only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept only at around 5.15 am, in the morning. AM (:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7 plus this morning. Yeah, 2 hours plus, there's hell not enough of time.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn frigging sleepy while walking to Ms Lee's homeroom.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, thanks to my table-mates, they make me felt as if, I don't know. But I was damn awake cause they were making me laugh (:&lt;br /&gt;English, Maths &amp; Science. So, it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Remedial = TOTAL WASTE OF TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Royston's. Oh god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Pep today was fun. Did that Taiwan Culture thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Hakka/Taiwan Dance.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. Well, nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to Wednesday, Tuesday, Monday &amp;amp; Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Actually something happened, just that I don't wanna blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out something. It's about Khristine. I shan't be so bad already, but still I'm gonna tell you guys what. (:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, alright.&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of works. Project, oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;And, I've been very very vugular this week. This whole damn week :/&lt;br /&gt;I hate this week, a lot. I think I've mentioned that many times.&lt;br /&gt;But I really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Maths project next week. History project next week.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm gonna fail Chinese for this module. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I just seriously hate this week.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I wanna watch Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna do my English work already. Bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;How I wish I don't even exist in this whole damn fucking world, with so many fucking people that loves to act like one fuck. AH, FUCK! I just don't understand you people la, please. I would rather not have friends like you. Throw away just like that. Thanks for everything, people. Fuck. I'm not asking for anything. I just hate the way you guys treat people. I promise I'll never trust people like you guys, never. NEVER. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you say it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They only wanna do your dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When they say it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-1104301927009227823?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/1104301927009227823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=1104301927009227823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/1104301927009227823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/1104301927009227823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/sean-kingston-beautiful-girls-fuck-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6848208735299428591</id><published>2007-07-15T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:37:23.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/srPtRDOECl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/srPtRDOECl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hinder - Lips Of An Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm blogging for Cammie adult's sake.&lt;br /&gt;To prove her wrong that I'm not those mei liang xin human.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Anyway, I'm going out soon.&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER, wait for me! (:&lt;br /&gt;Sean woke me up this morning! :( He called me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all la. I shall blog tomorrow, alright. Loveees (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tags Replied&lt;/u&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;DARREN&lt;/b&gt; &gt; Hello DiDi! Shall link you soon, alright. Take care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PASSERBY&lt;/b&gt; &gt; Hey. Please respect your parents, will you? Put your name. I'm sure your parents give you beautiful &amp; pretty name. But, why aren't you using it? I bet it's because you don't love yourself. If not, you would have put your name. And, for your info, I did not copy her. You can say whatever you want, you can choose to believe, it's alright. I told her that she's copying me but I said it's okay. Because I'm no longer using that url. Her profile &amp;amp; my previous blog one is almost the same. Tell me if you like people copying you, or not. I'm sure you wouldn't like it too. I told her, but I didn't scold her. Instead, I told her nicely. Unlike you, you have no rights to come to my blog &amp; scold me, yknow. So, I suggest you please get lost. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAMMIE&lt;/b&gt; &gt; Yeah, study hard. Then after that, we shall meet up! Alright. Heh, I love you adult. &amp;amp; once again, thanks for tagging! I love you so damn much, okay. Take care &amp; study super hard, yeah? Loveeees (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(198, 117, 225);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; And, yes, I've dreamt of you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; And does he know you're talking to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Will it start a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; No I don't think she has a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Well my girl's in the next room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I guess we never really moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; It sounds so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Hearing those words it makes me weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6848208735299428591?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6848208735299428591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6848208735299428591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6848208735299428591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6848208735299428591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/hinder-lips-of-angel-im-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-3084761500270833025</id><published>2007-07-14T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:46:32.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/foWjEj9uLO/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/foWjEj9uLO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hilary Duff - With Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh wells. Nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed &amp; rot at home. As usual, Sat.&lt;br /&gt;Town tomorrow with Nic &amp;amp; Toh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying up late tonight, gotta finish up all my work.&lt;br /&gt;If not Mum won't allow me to go out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I don't really care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 2 plus last night. Couldn't really remember what I was doing. (:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10 plus this morning. So yeah, it's quite early already.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Okay. Shall stop here. I don't think I can blog tomorrow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Nights. It's study time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tags Replied&lt;/u&gt; ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;EILEEN&lt;/b&gt; &gt; I don't really have all the songs that I have here in my blog. Oh, you got it? Aha, not bad eh. Anyway, hope to hear from you soon! (: Take care &amp; I kinda miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMELIA&lt;/b&gt; &gt; Thanks. But it's already over. Now, er, primary school. Haha. Thanks dearest. All the best too, yeah! Or, it's already over? Take care &amp;amp; study hard :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAMMIE&lt;/b&gt; &gt; Hi adult! Yeah, I just tagged you this morning/afternoon. Saw? Yeah, tag me more often okay. We shall meet up after your PSLE. So, for now, please study hard yeah. Haha. I miss you adult! Take care, I love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHERRY&lt;/b&gt; &gt; Hey, thanks for tagging! Will link you soon. Haha! I miss you so much la. We shall meet up soon, okay! I love you darl. Take care! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOH&lt;/b&gt; &gt; You actually call that a good swim? Oh please, it isn't. Not at all. I hate it. Like, yeah. Seriously :( Congrats! The girl that came in third &amp; tied with Alyssa in 50 free. Haha. Take care &amp;amp; well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NICOLE&lt;/b&gt; &gt; Horsey! Haha, I'm meeting you tomorrow. See ya &amp; I love you! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Bye people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(198, 117, 225);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Baby can you be tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Say enough is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You can even be blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just do it with love love love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You can tell me I’m wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That I’m coming on way too strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don’t think I’d be crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just do it with love love love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-3084761500270833025?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3084761500270833025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=3084761500270833025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3084761500270833025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3084761500270833025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/hilary-duff-with-love-oh-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-8217212192167994355</id><published>2007-07-13T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:48:32.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It ended, just like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_UQ2XQchM_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_UQ2XQchM_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - When You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was alright, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hate swimming 50 brst. I think it suck :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week was quite slack.&lt;br /&gt;Get to skip lesson! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training (: Pep before that.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed a lot. Toh, Kok &amp; Wupeng.&lt;br /&gt;Kok &amp;amp; his Chicken Mama. Fyi, Chicken Mama is K________.&lt;br /&gt;He said he love Chicken Mama. Yeah, so Wupeng was like, yeah, the actions &amp; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Was late for training cause PEP ended super late.&lt;br /&gt;I hate PEP a lot. It sucks to the damn core, please.&lt;br /&gt;Training was alright. I didn't cheat, I didn't make noise, I didn't whine.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. So, jiaolian didn't scold me today! (:&lt;br /&gt;Slept quite late last night. Talked on the phone. Sab, Gab &amp;amp; Sean (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, after training Toh, Bath, Baby &amp; I were damn high.&lt;br /&gt;We were like $34.50 ! Oh dear, I laughed again. Seriously, it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Toh &amp;amp; Bath, they were.. HAHA. I'll try to upload the video as soon as possible! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Cluster Activity! :D&lt;br /&gt;Dim Sum Dollies. Super duper uber ultra nice. I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;Reach school at around 11 plus. Changed &amp; talked (:&lt;br /&gt;Training was fun except for the 5 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;I cheated, I guess. Nic, Toh &amp;amp; me ran 3 rounds non stop &amp; we're dead.&lt;br /&gt;Basketball after that. I wasn't really playing, I stood there, whine, whine whine.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. More like, I was bullying Xie.&lt;br /&gt;After Basketball, chased him. Cause he wet me.&lt;br /&gt;It was oh-so-fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no training tomorrow. So, YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I shall go sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep now.&lt;br /&gt;Nights! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 225);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(198, 117, 225);"&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&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/3766214173104256932-8217212192167994355?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8217212192167994355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=8217212192167994355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8217212192167994355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8217212192167994355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-ended-just-like-that.html' title='It ended, just like that.'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-8415482747378346657</id><published>2007-07-08T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:14:12.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qzk9jLYiYs/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qzk9jLYiYs/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daughtry - Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring out into the night,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the place where love&lt;br /&gt;And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.&lt;br /&gt;And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going home,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from.&lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br /&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles are getting longer, it seems,&lt;br /&gt;The closer I get to you.&lt;br /&gt;I've not always been the best man or friend for you.&lt;br /&gt;But your love, it makes true.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;You always seem to give me another try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from.&lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br /&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you just might get it all.&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it all,&lt;br /&gt;And then some you don't want.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you just might get it all.&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it all, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well I'm going home,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from.&lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br /&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old.&lt;br /&gt;I said these places and these faces are getting old,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;" Honest Section "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honestly, what colour is your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honestly, what's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;ER, NOTHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Honestly, what are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;I'M DOING THIS QUIZ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Honestly, how you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Honestly, do you watch Disney channel?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, BUT NOT THAT OFTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;SEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Honestly, are you jealous of somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;HA, NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Honestly, do you have a friend that you don't like?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, LAST TIME. PAST. BUT NOW, NO MORE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Honestly, do you love someone very much?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different Emotion Survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Anger Section *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you do when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BECOME VERY SUPER DUPER UBER EXTREMELY WEIRD &amp; QUIET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the worst thing you've done when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;I SHOUTED AT THE PERSON &amp;amp; I FELT SO BAD, I'M SORRY, YKNOW WHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever made anyone cried when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;I THINK SO, I COULDN'T REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you swear when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, I SWEAR LIKE NOBODY BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you really cried?&lt;br /&gt;ER, AFTER THE JUNE HOLIDAYS. THE FIRST WHOLE DAMN WEEK :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What usually makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you normally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Does being with your friends make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HELL YEAH :D&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I finish the whole episode of Women on the Run.&lt;br /&gt;I rock right, yeah, you better say.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Training was alright today.&lt;br /&gt;Still tapering. Yeah, thanks to my 50 breast.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, talking about it, I don't think I can do it. But yeah, I'm still gonna try.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay &amp; it will be okay, Angela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Sean's leaving boarding soon. OH, DAMMMMMMMMMMMMIT :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough, Angela. It's a little too much. Or rather, way too much.&lt;br /&gt;50 breast on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;God damn it. Sigh. I'm really really really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I didn't do Mrs Gan's homework. So dead right.&lt;br /&gt;Really dead. Detention. But I don't think I will. OH WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL. Cause Wednesday is the last day of School Nats.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; History is on Thursday. OH FCUKXZXZXZX :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I want many many many stuffs, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;I want a new phone, purple crumpler, laptop, ipod video.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, many many many many stuffs :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough la, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so so, sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RpCzYTbXGII/AAAAAAAAAHc/SjtSiJrWt_k/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RpCzYTbXGII/AAAAAAAAAHc/SjtSiJrWt_k/s320/Picture+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084761209414555778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGYIQING,&lt;br /&gt;I missed the funs we had during the June holidays. We pon-ed training when we know that School Nationals are just around the corner. We camwhore like some bitches. Me laughing so loud when we're in Sports School Tee &amp; you trying to stop me. Us going Orchard in Sports School tees. Me complaining like an idiot. Me calling/shouting your name so loudly when you're hiding away from someone. We, making so much noise in the train. Pissing the coach. Crystal Jade! (: Gossiping about the most hated person. Trying to hide away from your Mum. The super slow walk to the bus-stop. &amp;amp; you stopping at the wrong stops. Bringing breakfast for me early in the morning. The hug you first gave me on my birthday. You telling me how how Stefan is &amp; I have to force myself to agree to make you happy &amp;amp; make sure you stop telling me that. Taking pictures in the toilet, pissing the lady at Zara &amp; Mango. Cabbing around and ending up nowhere &amp;amp; worse of all, got scolded from the uncle and we can still laugh. Screaming underwater &amp; laughing during training and by that, we piss the coach off. Making the damn coach so so so effing angry that he almost gave up on us. Wetting your costume in a hotel's toilet just to make sure your Mum doesn't know that you pon-ed training. &amp;amp; the list goes on. It will take me forever if I continue listing them all down. For now, please concentrate on your studies. We shall continue playing after your prelims/nlevels(I don't know which one), alright. I'll definitely miss training with you, the laughters, the bitching &amp; gossiping &amp;amp; many many stuffs. (: All the best for your 100 &amp; 50 fly, finals alright. No matter what, I'll cheer you on. You can &amp;amp; you will, my dear. Study hard too. Please take care, yeah? Oh, &amp; thanks for the super uber sweet message you sent me on Saturday, morning, yeah? I love you, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no matter what, I'll be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;Just text me or give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, a lot. Hell loads, I swear :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:D All the best to those swimming the finals! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK, PEOPLEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I really miss you, but I think it's time to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-8415482747378346657?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8415482747378346657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=8415482747378346657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8415482747378346657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8415482747378346657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/daughtry-home-im-staring-out-into-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RpCzYTbXGII/AAAAAAAAAHc/SjtSiJrWt_k/s72-c/Picture+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5264444697162089453</id><published>2007-07-07T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T15:12:49.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/OT6kBiPblz/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/OT6kBiPblz/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne Yo - Because of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to, but I can’t help it&lt;br /&gt;I love the way it feels&lt;br /&gt;just kinda stuck between my&lt;br /&gt;fantasy and what is real&lt;br /&gt;I need it when I want it,&lt;br /&gt;I want it when I don’t&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself I’ll stop everyday,&lt;br /&gt;knowin’ that I wont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a problem and I don’t&lt;br /&gt;know what to do about it&lt;br /&gt;Even if I did, I don’t&lt;br /&gt;know if I would quit,&lt;br /&gt;but I doubt it&lt;br /&gt;I’m taken by the thought of it,&lt;br /&gt;and I know as is true&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you have become my addiction.&lt;br /&gt;i’m so strung out on you&lt;br /&gt;i can barely move, but I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it’s all because of you &lt;i&gt;[ 3X ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it’s all because of you&lt;br /&gt;and then its all because of you&lt;br /&gt;sothen its cuz never get enough,&lt;br /&gt;She’s the sweetest touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it every second&lt;br /&gt;think of it nothing but&lt;br /&gt;Only concern is the next time,&lt;br /&gt;when I’m gonna get me some&lt;br /&gt;Know I should stay away from,&lt;br /&gt;cuz its no good for me&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried but my&lt;br /&gt;obsession wont let me leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a problem and I don’t&lt;br /&gt;know what to do about it&lt;br /&gt;Even if I did, I don’t&lt;br /&gt;know if I would quit&lt;br /&gt;but I doubt it&lt;br /&gt;I’m taken by the thought of it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you have become my addiction,&lt;br /&gt;i’m so strung out on you&lt;br /&gt;i can barely move, but I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it’s all because of you &lt;i&gt;[ 3X ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it’s all because of you&lt;br /&gt;then its all because of you&lt;br /&gt;so then its cuz never get enough,&lt;br /&gt;She’s the sweetest touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no doubt, so strung out &lt;i&gt;[ 2X ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over you, over you, you hoo hoo whoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Never get enough&lt;br /&gt;She’s the sweetest touch,&lt;br /&gt;and I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you have become my&lt;br /&gt;addiction, i’m so strung&lt;br /&gt;out on you&lt;br /&gt;can barely move, but I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all because of you &lt;i&gt;[ 3X ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all because…&lt;br /&gt;Never get enough,&lt;br /&gt;She’s the sweetest touch,&lt;br /&gt;she's the sweetest touch&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Who is the last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you were drafted into a war, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;NAH, I DON'T THINK SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you sleep with a TV on?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. BUT TOO BAD, I DON'T HAVE A TV IN MY ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever drank milk straight out of the carton?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever won a spelling bee?&lt;br /&gt;SAD TO SAY, NOPE. I SUCK AT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your longest fight you had with one of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;ER :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you a fast typer?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you scared of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who can you always turn to?&lt;br /&gt;MANY, BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, NGYIQING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When is the last time you chose a bath over a shower?&lt;br /&gt;HA, I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you knock on wood?&lt;br /&gt;ER, NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you drinking anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you think you're attractive?&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want for your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;MANY MANY THINGS! ): PURPLE CRUMPLER &amp; MANY MANY MANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;ER, NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;ER, I DON'T KNOW &amp;amp; I DON'T THINK SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever flown a kite?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE. PATHETIC EH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When was the last time you went swimming and where?&lt;br /&gt;THIS MORNING AT WOODLANDS? SPORTS SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you consider yourself successful?&lt;br /&gt;ER, NOPE ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How many people are on your contact list of your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;A LOT, YKNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;TRAINING, REPLYING LETTERS, EAT &amp; SLEEEEEEEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, MANY. &amp;amp; FYI, QING, NIC AND HIM, YOU'RE ONE OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When is the last time you told someone that you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;ER, YESTERDAY, LAST NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;STILL FEELING F-ED UP, LOST, KINDA SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL? NOPE. BOARDING, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;THAILAND SPORTS SCHOOL GAMES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever eaten dog food?&lt;br /&gt;NO &amp; NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, I GUESS SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What 3 things do you always bring with you to places?&lt;br /&gt;WALLET, SONY ERICSSON PHONE &amp;amp; NOKIA PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you plans for summer?&lt;br /&gt;HA, TRAINING! HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who do you like now?&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;EVERY NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Is there something you want that you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, PURPLE CRUMPLER ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Three things about the opposite sex that you first notice.&lt;br /&gt;LOOKS, LEGS &amp; EYES. WEIRD, BUT YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What did you last hug?&lt;br /&gt;MY PILLOW (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE, PINK, BLUE, BLACK, WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What song are you currently listening to?&lt;br /&gt;MONEYMAKER - LUDACRIS PHARRELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE CRUMPLER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What TV show are you watching?&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT WATCHING ANY SHOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Who was the last person you talked to one the phone?&lt;br /&gt;HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name?&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever get scared when you have to cross a busy highway?&lt;br /&gt;ER, NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you be able to live with your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, THEY'RE PART OF MY LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What college do you want to go to?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever tripped over and spilled your drink all over the place?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE. EH, WAIT. I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Does the thought of anal sex gross you out?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Which state (other than your own) did you visit last?&lt;br /&gt;ER, CAN'T REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?&lt;br /&gt;DARKER, HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many people do you talk to regularly on aim?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T USE AIM, YKNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How long does it take you to get ready?&lt;br /&gt;HUH? READY FOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When's the last time you got drunk?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T DRINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What kind of pet would you get?&lt;br /&gt;DOG? SECOND THOUGHT, I DON'T WANT ANY PET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Does your mom yell a lot?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like to go shopping with friends or by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What clothing style do you prefer on the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When you're at the beach/pool, do you go swimming or lay out?&lt;br /&gt;SWIMMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you want your boyfriend to give you for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you think animals are equal to humans?&lt;br /&gt;I'VE NO IDEA, YKNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you more worried about marriage or a career?&lt;br /&gt;NONE, I GUESS SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have any of your best friends ever backstabbed you?&lt;br /&gt;SAD TO SAY, YEAH :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's the worst trouble you've ever gotten in at school?&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T REMEMBER :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do your siblings call you names?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What color do you wear the most?&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE COLORS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you allowed to wear flip flops at your school?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. AFTER SCHOOL. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Would you rather watch a romantic movie or a really gory one?&lt;br /&gt;ROMANTIC (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you had to live off one type of fruit, which would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;ER, GRAPE I GUESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you cry at commercials?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What about movies?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAAH :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you were to look like an actress for a day, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW &amp;amp; I DON'T CARE :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you get depressed if you dont get any friend requests on myspace for a few days?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T USE MYSPACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. If you dye your hair, how often do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;YKNOW WHAT, I DON'T HAVE TO DYE MY HAIR. CAUSE MY HAIR IS ALRDY BROWN BLACK (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Did you get an easter basket this year?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you arachnaphobic (afraid of spiders)?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. If your boyfriend ever hit you, would you dump them?&lt;br /&gt;DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What is the latest you've ever woken up?&lt;br /&gt;6PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you ever dance like the girls in rap music videos?&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you cold?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, FRIGGING COLD PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. If you had a tiny scar on your face, would you get it removed or just keep it?&lt;br /&gt;DEPENDS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you have to take the bus home from school?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you watch maury?&lt;br /&gt;MAURY? ERRRRR, NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you think the people that go on it are white trash?&lt;br /&gt;HUHHH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Would you rather go to a tropical island or a european country?&lt;br /&gt;BOTH, MAYBE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. If you drive, how fast do you go on highways?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are some of your nervous habits?&lt;br /&gt;TUMMY ACHE! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have any german or hungarian blood in you?&lt;br /&gt;NOOO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. If you had to move in with a friend, which one would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW, YKNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you trust him/her not to steal your stuff?&lt;br /&gt;ER, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you think everyone living in a trailer is white trash?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Is it really hard to get you to cry or do you tear up easily?&lt;br /&gt;I TEAR VERY SUPER EASILY :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. How many true meals do you eat a day?&lt;br /&gt;DEPENDS, (: ONE, MOST OF THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Would you rather be fat or poor?&lt;br /&gt;DEPENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Does the thought of being alone in the woods at night creep you out?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you think white people who rap are just kidding themselves?&lt;br /&gt;NO LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What color is your font on aim/other instant messaging service?&lt;br /&gt;BLACK :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you like hot sunny days or cold cloudy days better?&lt;br /&gt;COLD CLOUDY ! (: I REALLY HATE HOW SUNNY DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm really lazy to do those quizzes already.&lt;br /&gt;Training this morning was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Something super FARNIE &amp; GROSSXZXZ happened to Amanda Toh Yan Chin.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I shan't tell you what it is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nice eh, AMANDA TOH YAN CHIN.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; please don't forget that you owe me 2 hichews! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Nights. Bye (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ All good things come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5264444697162089453?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5264444697162089453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5264444697162089453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5264444697162089453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5264444697162089453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/ne-yo-because-of-you-want-to-but-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5867542401936598700</id><published>2007-07-06T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:12:09.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cqmuH80zyY/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cqmuH80zyY/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elliot Yamin - Wait For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt nothing in the world like this before&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm wishing that you would come back through my door&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to go? You could have let me know&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Girl you could have stayed&lt;br /&gt;but you wouldn't give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;With you not around it's a little bit more then i can stand&lt;br /&gt;And all my tears they keep running down my face&lt;br /&gt;Why did you turn away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's a lie what you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;This is not how you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don''t know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just ain't true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since you called me&lt;br /&gt;(How could you forget about me)&lt;br /&gt;You got me feeling crazy (crazy)&lt;br /&gt;How can you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Everything stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do it baby&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make you come back&lt;br /&gt;Girl I told you what it is &amp;amp; it just ain't like that&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you look at me, your still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby why can't we just start over again&lt;br /&gt;Get it back to the way it was&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance I can love you right&lt;br /&gt;But your telling me it wont be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don''t know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just ain't true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does you pride make you run &amp; hide&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's a lie what your keeping inside&lt;br /&gt;Thats not how you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If it's the last thing i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don''t know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just ain't true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This whole week was kinda f-ed up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I'm really very :/ Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Nats, heats this week.&lt;br /&gt;100 was alright.&lt;br /&gt;50 was fucker, weather was killer, OH-FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;But, I qualified for finals for 50.&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic, now that I have to swim another 50 again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh fucking hell. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow, warm down.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Qing, come. I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go to anyone else anymore. \:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't talk about Monday to Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;But shall talk to you about today.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why. Probably cause I couldn't &amp;amp; can't be bothered to recall what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went down to support today.&lt;br /&gt;Funny but yeah. Not even finals, please. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I was so effing bored, please.&lt;br /&gt;Played Contact with many many people.&lt;br /&gt;They played Murderers too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I couldn't remember anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, caught Transformer just now.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, but it was kinda long though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I don't think I failed any subject for Module 4.&lt;br /&gt;Which is, HELL YEAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;I didn't fail Math, yknow. Yknow! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't fail Geog too!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god la, people.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I better stop all these f-ing shits.&lt;br /&gt;Bed time, training tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Warm down. Oh, I didn't warm down after my 50. Smart Angela.&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Fyi, you weren't there when I needed someone so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5867542401936598700?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5867542401936598700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5867542401936598700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5867542401936598700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5867542401936598700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/elliot-yamin-wait-for-you-verse-1-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-513444089205260320</id><published>2007-07-02T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T11:40:04.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/w7eK2XpmK8/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/w7eK2XpmK8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard Marx &amp; Donna Lewis - At the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We were strangers&lt;br /&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming&lt;br /&gt;What we'd have to go through&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are&lt;br /&gt;And I'm suddenly standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me&lt;br /&gt;I was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected&lt;br /&gt;What you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I lost hope&lt;br /&gt;You were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;This is the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strangers&lt;br /&gt;On a crazy adventure&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming&lt;br /&gt;How our dreams would come true&lt;br /&gt;Now here we stand&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid of the future&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Like me alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Now I know my dream will live on&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road and I wanna keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river I wanna keep going on....&lt;br /&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road and I wanna going&lt;br /&gt;Love is river I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay. I just realized that I've 100 breast tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Which is, OH FUCK ):&lt;br /&gt;Damnit please. I cannot do it, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll blog later.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm really scared now.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMN ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-513444089205260320?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/513444089205260320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=513444089205260320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/513444089205260320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/513444089205260320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/richard-marx-donna-lewis-at-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5570879182786377625</id><published>2007-07-01T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:26:01.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vZ9Adwn9i2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vZ9Adwn9i2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travis - Closer (Acoustic Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;Of this parade&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;The words to say&lt;br /&gt;We open up&lt;br /&gt;Unfinished parts&lt;br /&gt;Broken up&lt;br /&gt;It's so mellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you then i know it will be next to me&lt;br /&gt;And when I need you then I know you will be there with me&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to get closer, closer&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;Closer, closer&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep waking up (waking up)&lt;br /&gt;Without you here (without you here)&lt;br /&gt;Another day (another day)&lt;br /&gt;Another year (another year)&lt;br /&gt;I seek the truth (seek the truth)&lt;br /&gt;We set apart (we set apart)&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of&lt;br /&gt;A second chance (a second chance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you then i know it will be next to me&lt;br /&gt;And when I need you I know you will be there with me&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com]&lt;br /&gt;Just need to get closer, closer&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;Closer, closer&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you then i know it will be next to me&lt;br /&gt;And when I need you I know you will be there with me&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to get closer, closer&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;Closer, closer&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer, closer&lt;br /&gt;Closer, closer&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Your fav song?&lt;br /&gt;A LOT, YKNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What month were you born in?&lt;br /&gt;JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;ER, SINGAPORE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Describe Your&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wallet:&lt;br /&gt;WHITE &amp; LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dream Car:&lt;br /&gt;ALL THOSE NICE NICE CARS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Toothbrush:&lt;br /&gt;PINK, I GUESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jewelry worn daily:&lt;br /&gt;PINK CROSS &amp;amp; RED FLOWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pillow Case:&lt;br /&gt;SOME BLUE + GREEN + DON'T KNOW WHAT COLOUR CASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eyes:&lt;br /&gt;BROWN BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. House Colour:&lt;br /&gt;RAINBOW. NAH, KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Love Life:&lt;br /&gt;I'VE NO IDEA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Cologne/Perfume:&lt;br /&gt;SPRAY, PINK ADIDAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. CD in stereo:&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Piercing:&lt;br /&gt;EAR. TONGUE, NOSE, EVERYWHERE. [NOT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What are you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Wearing:&lt;br /&gt;WHITE ARENA SHIRT &amp; BLACK TYR SHORTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Wanting:&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;PEAR, FRUITS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Something you are afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;GHOST, INSECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like candles?&lt;br /&gt;YES, PRETTY NICE ONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you like the taste of blood?&lt;br /&gt;ER, I GUESS SO. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;I'VE NO IDEA. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you believe in soul mates?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T REALLY CARE :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like seafood?&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LA, NOT THAT BAD! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;ONLY THOSE IMPACT-FUL ENOUGH TO MAKE ME REMEMBER THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you consider yourself a study freak?&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN, THE SKY WILL FALL IF I EVER DO CONSIDER MYSELF A STUDY FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;THAT REALLY DEPENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you believe in miracles?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you burn easily in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you speak another language?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What's something you wish you could understand better?&lt;br /&gt;HM, I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Are you shy around your crush?&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I DON'T HAVE ONE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Got any plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?&lt;br /&gt;ER, NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Orange juice or Apple?&lt;br /&gt;APPLE :D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who were the last people you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM, DAD, SIS &amp;amp; MAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What was the last text message you sent?&lt;br /&gt;Trg just ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Lucky number?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK I HAVE ONE, YKNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?&lt;br /&gt;I HATE TOMATO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you a good cook?&lt;br /&gt;SAD TO SAY, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever eaten a snake?&lt;br /&gt;OMG? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do the Chinese really use cats in their food?&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO I KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN DOING THAT SINCE YOUNG, YKNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What was the last movie you watch?&lt;br /&gt;NANCY DREW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Would you rather find a true love of millionaire?&lt;br /&gt;TRUE LOVE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS SO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What is/are your favorite animal(s)?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is your hair tied up?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is your phone right beside you?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, I DO. BF &amp; GF(s) ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you wish you were somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;NAH, I LOVE WHERE I AM NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;I WAS MESSAGING SAB &amp;amp; QING! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you wearing makeup?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you cold?&lt;br /&gt;QUITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH ): I WENT TRAINING TWICE TODAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you watching television?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you wearing pajamas?&lt;br /&gt;ER, NOPE. IT'S ONLY 3.09PM &amp; FYI, I DON'T WEAR PAJAMAS TO SLEEP (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Past&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the last person you went out with?&lt;br /&gt;SEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Anything you regret?&lt;br /&gt;I'VE NO IDEA :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever lied?&lt;br /&gt;DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ever stuck gum under a desk?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE! GROSS, PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever kicked a friend?&lt;br /&gt;I THINK SO, I COULDN'T REALLY REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Ever had your nails done?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH &amp;amp; I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ever thrown up because you cried so hard?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE, ALMOST BUT I DIDN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;I WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP IF I'M CRYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ever had a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Ever had piercing?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, EAR PIERCING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Week&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Had any plans last week?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, BUT I COULDN'T REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you see most last week?&lt;br /&gt;GIRLFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you yelled at someone?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE, NOT YET (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you gotten mad at someone?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you cried?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you called more than 3 people?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you met more than 3 people?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. First thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;OPENED MY EYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What's something you look forward to most in the next 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What's annoying you right now?&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL NATS ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What's the last movie you saw in the theaters?&lt;br /&gt;NANCY DREW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you believe in long distance/ever lasting relationships?&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CAN, GO AHEAD (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where is the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;ERRRRR, SHIT! I COULDN'T REMEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who is the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;SEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Choose one to have(love, beauty, creativity)?&lt;br /&gt;HAH, I DON'T KNOW? LOVE I GUESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you untie your shoelace every time you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;ER, OKAY LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you keeping secrets?&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Who's bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;MINE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your colour of your bedsheet?&lt;br /&gt;GREEN &amp; YELLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What were you doing at 9 last night?&lt;br /&gt;DINNER (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;SEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. When is the last time you saw your dad?&lt;br /&gt;THIS MORNING BEFORE I LEFT FOR TRAINING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What is on your left?&lt;br /&gt;MY PHONE &amp;amp; HOUSE PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Ever cried on friends shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, GIRLFRIEND! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Song that makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Are you a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;NOW? YEAH, I GUESS SO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Is your self-esteem low?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. What colour are you eyes?&lt;br /&gt;BROWN BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Future&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you intend to get married?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you intend to have kids?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What are you going to name your kids?&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS, CHRISELLE, CHERYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you intend to migrate?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What is your dream career?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. What college do you want to go to?&lt;br /&gt;I'VE NO IDEA :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you ever lie about your age?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you prefer "sensitive guys" or "both"?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY "BOTH"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you prefer blonde or dark haired guys?&lt;br /&gt;ERRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you currently single?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many things in your past do you regret?&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T EXPECT ME TO COUNT, DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE MANY &amp; I LOVE THEM A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;SHA &amp;amp; WEINING. LOVES LOVES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;ER, NOT EXCATLY, BUT CLOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever thought about having plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO, I LOVE MYSELF OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you like your life?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you shop a Hollister?&lt;br /&gt;NAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Has one of your friends ever stolen a boyfriend from you?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Has one of your friends ever stabbed you in the back?&lt;br /&gt;SAD TO SAY, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have more friends that are girls of guys?&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How long have you had friendster?&lt;br /&gt;SINCE 2004?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever cheated on someone?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Has anyone ever cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever slapped a boy in the face?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is one of your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;GHOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever skipped class?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Has anyone close to you ever passed away?&lt;br /&gt;:/      :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;I WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP IF I'M CRYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you believe in the saying "once a cheater, always a cheater"?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever had a good feeling about something and it turned out you were right?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you ever wish you were famous?&lt;br /&gt;NAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you ever wish you were a man?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you think any men will do this just because it's labeled "The Female Survey"?&lt;br /&gt;HAH, NO IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I did that cause I'm like super duper uber bored now, alright.&lt;br /&gt;Back from training (:&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I went training twice today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, School Nats is just next week.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my damn events are on Tuesday &amp;amp; I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Angela Tan is super sure that she cannot make it to the Finals.&lt;br /&gt;But, still, she's gonna try very very hard. Right, Angela? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;School Nats, School Nats, School Nats! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. All the best to those that are swimming! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dearest Love&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;All the best yeah? Like what I've said, you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, I'll be there for you yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Take care &amp; please, study hard.&lt;br /&gt;I love you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sabrina Heng&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;All the best darl! You can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; don't worry, you won't die. Cause I won't let you die so easily!&lt;br /&gt;Take care darl. I love you so much! (:&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ng YiQing&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;All the best babe! Don't worry yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You can do it. Enough of playing for this week yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Go all out for the 100 &amp; 50, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I'll support &amp;amp; cheer you on.&lt;br /&gt;Try your best! Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; please, cheerup!&lt;br /&gt;You take care &amp;amp; study hard too yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I love you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nicole Choy&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;You're another one! You can do it.&lt;br /&gt;All the best dear. Take care yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I love you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goh WeiNing&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for you Nats too! High Jump &amp; Hurdles.&lt;br /&gt;You can, alright. Must believe in yourself!&lt;br /&gt;See ya. &amp;amp; thanks for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;I really love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Take care &amp; please study hard.&lt;br /&gt;I love you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THE BEST TO THOSE RUNNING &amp; SWIMMING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK PEOPLE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I think it's long.&lt;br /&gt;As in, the post.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alone later! ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay, post tomorrow if I have the time okay.&lt;br /&gt;Bye ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Beat of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5570879182786377625?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5570879182786377625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5570879182786377625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5570879182786377625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5570879182786377625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/travis-closer-acoustic-version-ive-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7105681590510609794</id><published>2007-06-30T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T12:14:08.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-YwQgl0pkT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-YwQgl0pkT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean Kingston - Beautiful Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it started at the park&lt;br /&gt;Used to chill at the dark&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you took my heart&lt;br /&gt;That's when we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Coz we both thought&lt;br /&gt;That love lasts forever (lasts forever)&lt;br /&gt;They say we're too young&lt;br /&gt;To get ourselves sprung&lt;br /&gt;Oh we didn't care&lt;br /&gt;We made it very clear&lt;br /&gt;And they also said&lt;br /&gt;That we couldn't last together (last together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's very define, girl&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind&lt;br /&gt;But you mush up my mind&lt;br /&gt;You walk to get declined&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;My baby is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back in '99&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' movies all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I went away&lt;br /&gt;For doin' my first crime&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought&lt;br /&gt;That we was gonna see each other (see each other)&lt;br /&gt;And then I came out&lt;br /&gt;Mami moved me down South&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm with my girl&lt;br /&gt;Who I thought was my world&lt;br /&gt;It came out to be&lt;br /&gt;That she wasn't the girl for me (girl for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's very define, girl&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind&lt;br /&gt;But you mush up my mind&lt;br /&gt;You walk to get declined&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;My baby is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're fussin'&lt;br /&gt;And now we're fightin'&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' slightin'&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to make it better (make it better)&lt;br /&gt;You're datin' other guys&lt;br /&gt;You're tellin' me lies&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;What I'm seein' with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm losin' my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think it's clever (think it's clever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; You'll have me suicidal, suicidal, suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 134, 117);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 134, 117);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 134, 117);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 134, 117);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jay calls his girlfriend, Kate, after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 134, 117);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 134, 117);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 134, 117);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 134, 117);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 134, 117);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- You didnt come to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Yeah, i had to go to the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Oh really? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Oh nothing, annual shots, thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- So what did you guys do in math today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- You didnt miss anything that great. Just lots of notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Ok, good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Hey i have a question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Okay, ask away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- (silence) how much do u love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- You know i love u more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Yeah. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Why did you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- (silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Is something wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- No nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- (silence) How much do you care about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- I would give you the world in a heartbeat if i could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- You would?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Yeah, of course i would. (Sounding worried) Is there something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Nah, everythings fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- okay, i hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- (silence) Would u die for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- I would take a bullet for you anyday, hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Anyday. Now seriously, is there something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- No im fine, you're fine, we're fine, everyones fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- okay then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Well i have to go i'll see you tomorrow at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Alright, bye. I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- yeah, i love you too, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Hey, have u seen my Kate today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friend- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friend- She wasnt here yesterday either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- I know, she was acting all wierd on the phone last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friend- Well dude u know how girls are sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Yeah... but not her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friend- I dont know what else to say, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Well i gotta get to english, i'll see ya after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friend- Yeah i gotta get to science, ttyl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THAT NIGHT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-ring--ring--ring--ring-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Hey girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Oh, hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Why werent u at school today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Uh... I had another doctor appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Are u sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- (silence)Um i have to go, my mom's calling on my other line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- I'll wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- It may take a while, i'll call you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay-Alright, i love you hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(very long pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- (with tear in her eye) Look, i think we should break up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Its the best thing for us right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(hangs up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THE GIRL DOESNT COME TO SCHOOL FOR 3MORE WEEKS, AND DOESNT ANSWER HER PHONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Hey dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friend- Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Whats up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friend- Nothing. Hey have you talked to your ex lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friend- So you didnt hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Hear what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friend- um, I don’t know if i should be the one to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- dude, wtf tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friend- uh, call this number - 433-555-3468&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Okay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BOY CALLS NUMBER AFTER SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-ring--ring--ring-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;voice- hello, suppam county hospital, this is nurse Beckam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Uh, i must have the wrong number, Im looking for my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;voice- What is her name, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Jay gives info)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;voice- Yes, this is the right number, she is one ofour patients here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Really? Why? What happened? How is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;voice- her room number is 646, in building A,suite 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- WHAT HAPPENED?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;voice- Plesae come by sir and you can see her,goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- WAIT! NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*dial tone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BOY GOES TO HOSPITAL, AND TO ROOM ..646, BUILDING A, SUITE 3. GIRL IS LYING IN THE HOSPITAL BED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Omg are you okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- ..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Sweetie!! Talk to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- i..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- You what? YOU WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- I have cancer and im on life support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- (breaks into tears)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- They're taking me off tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- I wanted to tell you but i couldn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- Why didnt you tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- I didnt want to hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- You could never hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- I just wanted to see if you felt about me the same way i felt about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- I love you more than anything. I would give you the world in a heartbeat. I would die for you and i would take a bullet for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay- ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kate- Dont be sad. I love you and i will always be here with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nurse- Young man, visiting hours are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JAY LEAVES. KATE IS TAKEN OFF LIFE SUPPORT AND DIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But what Jay didnt know is that Kate only asked him those question so she could hear him say it one last time, and she only broke up with him because she knew she only had 3 more weeks to live. And thought it would cause him less pain and give him time to get over her before she died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NEXT DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jay was found dead with a gun in his hand and a note in the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The note said: I told Kate i would take a bullet for her just like she said she would die for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's like damn sweet alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Training this morning was slack. As usual (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Taught Xie English this morning &amp; was laughing like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;His Choice is 'Chess' &amp; his Individual Medley is, I couldn't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Blog later, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nights (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;♥ I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7105681590510609794?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7105681590510609794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7105681590510609794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7105681590510609794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7105681590510609794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/sean-kingston-beautiful-girls-youre-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-8721746211876241329</id><published>2007-06-29T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:33:16.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IWWibkDBR8/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IWWibkDBR8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plain White Ts - Hey There Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this week was pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;First week of school. People cried like shit this week.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a lot a lot a lot of people cried.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Training this week was rather slack, taper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really happened.&lt;br /&gt;We *Some Text Missing*. Yeah, it was quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;Training in the morning &amp; afternoon was slack, slack and still slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning was gym.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Amanda were for morning training.&lt;br /&gt;Gym is usually very slack, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training was damn slack.&lt;br /&gt;We *Some Text Missing* again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;Spot check. Icg people are back. Which means, Sab's back (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And, Angela Tan passed Geog! (:&lt;br /&gt;Cheena, just pass. ):&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon was gym. Like, whoaaaaaa! 2 Sessions of gym this week &amp; 2 sleep in(s) !&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god la, please.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, enough :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Debate was like shietxzxz, please.&lt;br /&gt;Oh never mind. Scolded E____ a F_____.&lt;br /&gt;She pissed me off. Fucking angry. Scolded her infront of teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to talk to her the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pep was quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;We thought it would be some boring stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;But it turn out to be fun, funny &amp; interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he pulled me &amp;amp; Weining out to do some silly stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Ong wanted to talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;So delayed a lil. I thought training would end late &amp; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;But nope. It ended early instead.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, cause Xie gotta attend some meeting.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. We were suppose to finish everything by ourselves. Some of us didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, training tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; trg on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Worst, Nats next week. Oh fugxzxz! ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not ready. I really can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;100 &amp;amp; 50 breast. Sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Good Night all.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ All these were lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-8721746211876241329?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8721746211876241329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=8721746211876241329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8721746211876241329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8721746211876241329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/plain-white-ts-hey-there-delilah-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-2314999053979776851</id><published>2007-06-24T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:28:39.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed blogskin! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="320" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/ywRDYNNMKU/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/ywRDYNNMKU/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="320" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christina Aguilera - Candyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine&lt;br /&gt;Candyman, Candyman&lt;br /&gt;Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him out for dinner on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;He really had me working up an appetite&lt;br /&gt;He had tattoos up and down his arm&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man&lt;br /&gt;A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me to the Spider Club at Hollywood and Vine&lt;br /&gt;We drank champagne and we danced all night&lt;br /&gt;We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise&lt;br /&gt;the gossip tonight will be tomorrow's headline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man&lt;br /&gt;A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se bop bop&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man oh&lt;br /&gt;A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well by now I'm getting all bothered and hot&lt;br /&gt;When he kissed my mouth he really hit the spot&lt;br /&gt;He had lips like sugar cane&lt;br /&gt;Good things come to boys who wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine&lt;br /&gt;Candy man, candy man&lt;br /&gt;Sipping from a bottle of vodka double wine&lt;br /&gt;Candy man, candy man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop, gotcha hot, making all the panties drop&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop, got me hot, making my uh pop&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop, get it while it's hot, baby don't stop&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sugar [whispered]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got those lips like sugar cane&lt;br /&gt;Good things come for boys who wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop shop with a real big uh&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman [x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine [x2]&lt;br /&gt;Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine [x2]&lt;br /&gt;Jane lost her grip and a-down she fell [x2]&lt;br /&gt;Squared herself away as she let out a yell [x2]&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed blogskin. Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sick &amp; tired of the previous blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Back to school tonight. School &amp;amp; training on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back to school tonight. But I'm not really looking forward for school on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for training. I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;School nats in like don't know how many weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Cannot make it one, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training just now. Did all breast. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. Called girlfriend, chat &amp; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to her now. Okay, I'm tired &amp;amp; I haven't even bath yet.&lt;br /&gt;Please say I rock, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Gr, I'm tired. Really tired.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go sleep now (:&lt;br /&gt;See ya, next week? Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;Bye &amp;amp; Nights :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-2314999053979776851?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/2314999053979776851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=2314999053979776851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/2314999053979776851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/2314999053979776851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/christina-aguilera-candyman-tarzan-and.html' title='Changed blogskin! :D'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4927419774814472979</id><published>2007-06-23T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:46:40.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/u45UnvfKAm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/u45UnvfKAm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rihanna - Umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna)&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad)&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh Ahuh (Take three... Action)&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh Ahuh&lt;br /&gt;No clouts in my stones&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank&lt;br /&gt;Come'n down with the Dow Jones&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds come we gone&lt;br /&gt;We Rocafella&lt;br /&gt;She fly higher than weather&lt;br /&gt;And she rocks it better&lt;br /&gt;You know me&lt;br /&gt;An anticipation for the invitation, stacks chips for the rainy day&lt;br /&gt;Jay, rain man is back with lil Ms. Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna where you at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my heart&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never be worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in magazines&lt;br /&gt;But you'll still be my star&lt;br /&gt;Baby cause in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You can't see shiny cars&lt;br /&gt;And that's when you need me there&lt;br /&gt;With you I'll always share&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you i'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more then ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we'll still have eachother&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fancy things&lt;br /&gt;Will never comein between&lt;br /&gt;You're part of my entity&lt;br /&gt;Here for infinity&lt;br /&gt;When the war has took it's part&lt;br /&gt;When the world has dealt it's cards&lt;br /&gt;If the hand is hard&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll mend your heart&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you i'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more then ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run into my arms&lt;br /&gt;It's okay don't be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;(Come into me)&lt;br /&gt;(There's no distance in between our love)&lt;br /&gt;So go on and let the rain pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all you need and more&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you i'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more then ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby it's raining&lt;br /&gt;Baby come into me&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;It's raining&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's raining&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the last day of June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. Time flies seriously damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, training this morning was alright.&lt;br /&gt;After training, met dearest love at Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;He was late. I was early, way too early.&lt;br /&gt;Too early till I have to stand there like an idiot for like don't-know-how-many-hours.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, actually it was only minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; as usual, dearest was being super duper high for I don't know what reason.&lt;br /&gt;But never mind. Gold class again eh?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &amp;amp; you actually broke your promise right dearest love?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you did. You said you'll keep your mouth shut and only open it after the show.&lt;br /&gt;But before the show, you were already laughing like some, er?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But never mind. You're forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm seriously very tired now.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go sleep, like now, Now, NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ You're mine tonight &amp;amp; every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-4927419774814472979?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4927419774814472979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4927419774814472979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4927419774814472979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4927419774814472979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/rihanna-umbrella-ahuh-ahuh-yea-rihanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-978706292835334656</id><published>2007-06-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:26:55.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/iyjdIfTbc7/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/iyjdIfTbc7/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce &amp; Shakira - Beautiful Liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ay)&lt;br /&gt;(Ay)&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; (Ay, Nobody likes being played)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, Beyonce, Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Shakira, Shakira (Hey)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He said, I’m worth it, his one desire&lt;br /&gt;I know things about him that you wouldn’t&lt;br /&gt;want to read about&lt;br /&gt;He kissed me, his one and only&lt;br /&gt;(Yes) Beautiful ( not beatiful) Liar&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you tolerate the things&lt;br /&gt;You just found out about him&lt;br /&gt;You never know&lt;br /&gt;Why are we the ones who suffer&lt;br /&gt;Have to let go&lt;br /&gt;He won’t be the one to cry&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Ay) Let’s not kill the Karma&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) Let’s not start a fight&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) It’s not worth the drama&lt;br /&gt;For a Beautiful Liar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Oh) Can’t we laugh about it (ha ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) It’s not worth our time&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) We can live without him&lt;br /&gt;Just a Beautiful Liar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I trusted him&lt;br /&gt;But when I followed you&lt;br /&gt;I saw you together&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know about you then, till I saw you with him again&lt;br /&gt;I walked in on your love scene&lt;br /&gt;slow dancing&lt;br /&gt;You stole everything&lt;br /&gt;How can you say I did you wrong&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We never know&lt;br /&gt;When the pain and heartbreak’s over&lt;br /&gt;We have to let go&lt;br /&gt;The innocence is gone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Ay) Let’s not kill the Karma&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) Let’s not start a fight&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) It’s not worth the drama&lt;br /&gt;For a Beautiful Liar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Oh) Can’t we laugh about it (ha ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) It’s not worth our time&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) We can live without him&lt;br /&gt;Just a beautiful liar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tell me how to forgive you,(ooh)&lt;br /&gt;When it’s me who’s ashamed? (oh)&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could free you&lt;br /&gt;Of the hurt and the pain&lt;br /&gt;But the answer is simple&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one to blame&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Background, also optional)&lt;br /&gt;Ay, Beyoncé, Beyoncé&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Shakira, Shakira&lt;br /&gt;Ay, Beyoncé, Beyoncé&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Shakira, Shakira&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Ay) Let’s not kill the Karma&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) Let’s not start a fight&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) It’s not worth the drama&lt;br /&gt;For a Beautiful Liar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Oh) Can’t we laugh about it (ha ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) It’s not worth our time&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) We can live without him&lt;br /&gt;Just a beautiful liar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, I'm really sorry for not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't wanna blog, just that, I'm either too busy or lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's both. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Shan't talk about the past, (: Anw, I've downloaded the picasa thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it wasn't me. Thanks qing (:&lt;br /&gt;Alright, picture first :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RnviQUs8VrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eZeQAjrd8dI/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RnviQUs8VrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eZeQAjrd8dI/s320/collage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078901774853363378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rnvi40s8VsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QicVzdInrqc/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rnvi40s8VsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QicVzdInrqc/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078902470638065346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RnvjbEs8VtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EGUbONcN_R0/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RnvjbEs8VtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EGUbONcN_R0/s320/collage4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078903059048584914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rnvj4Es8VuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uCScDR7qiJU/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rnvj4Es8VuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uCScDR7qiJU/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078903557264791266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rnvkjks8VvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xGV95U43aQg/s1600-h/Picture+046%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rnvkjks8VvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xGV95U43aQg/s320/Picture+046%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078904304589100786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, enough. There's like alot of it. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, Singapore Open is over! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why I'm happy. Not as if I'm swimming &amp; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Weeks to School Nats.&lt;br /&gt;100 &amp;amp; 50 breast stroke. Damn. Yeah. Finals? Dream on, angela.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, but seriously. Aha, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow. Do you know that I haven't even train hard &amp; we're already like tapering &amp;amp; stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you might be what the hell-ing, but I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been training real hard, yeah, REAL &amp; now, we're already tapering.&lt;br /&gt;Our coach, you can't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, lunched at Crystal Jade with qing &amp;amp; toh.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh. SCHOOL NATS. Someone, please kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I mean it, kill me now, like now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enough of crap, Angela.&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow, back to school on Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dearest Love&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, your 200 wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;I meant, you were quite satisfied &amp; stuffs. So yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll be meeting you tomorrow. Then school on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's not that bad eh? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall see you tomorrow alright?&lt;br /&gt;Lovesloves(x100000000)&lt;br /&gt;I love you hell loads :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ng YiQing&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself too. You're most welcome, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;I must also thank you. I enjoyed shouting your name, especially when you're hiding away from someone.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should do that more often.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Training with you is 100 percent confirm sure fun!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; please stop laughing during training! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I shall see you on Sunday since you're not training tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you better remember your promise. Don't worry, I won't forget my promise.&lt;br /&gt;We shall do that after your Ns, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Study hard &amp; train hard!&lt;br /&gt;You &amp;amp; your school nats! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;All the best yeah? Train hard! Finals, you better man.&lt;br /&gt;See you. I love you so damn much! (:&lt;br /&gt;Lovesloves :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sabrina Heng&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're enjoying yourself, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;I shall see you when I see you the next time, which will be like, when school reopens?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. All the best for School Nats.&lt;br /&gt;200 &amp; 100 breast stroke. Don't worry, you won't die.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me! &amp;amp; I really miss you alot.&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon yeah? Make sure you message me once you've reach Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;Wear more clothes! It's freezing cold there, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Take care, I miss &amp; love you!&lt;br /&gt;Lovesloves :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nicole Choy&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry, alright?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Open's over. Good swim.&lt;br /&gt;800 &amp; 400. You actually survived! Haha. Told you, you won't drown or die.&lt;br /&gt;See, must believe me next time yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I miss you too. Didn't see you for like, don't-know-how-many-days.&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, cause I'll be seeing you tomorrow! (:&lt;br /&gt;All the best for School Nats!&lt;br /&gt;400 &amp;amp; 200 free &amp; IM ?&lt;br /&gt;I shall see you tomorrow! Take care!&lt;br /&gt;I love ya! (:&lt;br /&gt;Lovesloves :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goh WeiNing&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;School is reopening. Yes, my dear. I know.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to remind me, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nevermind. All the best for School Nats too yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Track &amp; Field! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hurdle :D&lt;br /&gt;I shall train &amp;amp; study hard. So you better too!&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you still owe me a date! ):&lt;br /&gt;I shall see you on Sunday! Take care, baby! (:&lt;br /&gt;Lovesloves :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. &amp;amp; there's training tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think you people should watch 200 pounds Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Or watch it again when you're sad or something.&lt;br /&gt;Cause that show will make you tear a lil.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know lah.&lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ You'll never know, cause I'll never tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-978706292835334656?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/978706292835334656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=978706292835334656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/978706292835334656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/978706292835334656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/beyonce-shakira-beautiful-liar-ay-ay-ay.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RnviQUs8VrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eZeQAjrd8dI/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6204761299606434666</id><published>2007-06-19T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:13:10.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2NCsc5AOSx/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2NCsc5AOSx/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linkin Park - What I've Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     In this farewell,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no blood,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no alibi.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve drawn regret,&lt;br /&gt;From the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Of a thousand lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let mercy come,&lt;br /&gt;And wash away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve Done.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll face myself,&lt;br /&gt;To cross out what I’ve become.&lt;br /&gt;Erase myself,&lt;br /&gt;And let go of what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put to rest,&lt;br /&gt;What you thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;While I clean this slate,&lt;br /&gt;With the hands,&lt;br /&gt;Of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let mercy come,&lt;br /&gt;And wash away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve Done.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll face myself,&lt;br /&gt;To cross out what I’ve become.&lt;br /&gt;[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com]&lt;br /&gt;Erase myself,&lt;br /&gt;And let go of what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For What I’ve Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start again,&lt;br /&gt;And whatever pain may come.&lt;br /&gt;Today this ends,&lt;br /&gt;I’m forgiving what I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll face myself,&lt;br /&gt;To cross out what I’ve become.&lt;br /&gt;Erase myself,&lt;br /&gt;And let go of what I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;(Na na na na, na na na na, na na na na, na na na na)&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving What I’ve Done.&lt;br /&gt;(Na na na na, na na na na, na na na na, na na na na)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Open. Wahlao. I'm not even swimming &amp; I'm already dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me swimming when I'm like THIS tired.&lt;br /&gt;Ohdear, people, I think you should kill me, right now.&lt;br /&gt;I was in school the whole day yesterday &amp;amp; today.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sab's leaving tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah ): I'm gonna miss her. &amp; some fucking bitch actually said I was.. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dearest love&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for tomorrow's 400 yeah?&lt;br /&gt;You can do it, don't worry! (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you tomorrow then. Don't give up, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;You better now! Take care &amp; I love you, so damn much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sabrina Heng&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Pb, pb &amp; pb! Remember yeah?&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving tomorrow? I won't be able to see you for like 6-7 days.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! I'm gonna miss you hell loads please.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, take care my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; All the best.&lt;br /&gt;Go get some ice for me! Haha. Since it's iceland.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shan't be so lame anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll miss you babe! Take care!&lt;br /&gt;I love ya! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nicole Choy&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Well done, good swim, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;All the best for tomorrow's 800, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;You can do it, just swim! Haha. I shall see you tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;Rest well! Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;Take care too! See you tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I love ya! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ng YiQing&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;You rock lah, please.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, you suck too.&lt;br /&gt;You really do! You &amp; your ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;Anw, thanks for the breakfast! Haha. It was sweet &amp;amp; nice enough of you to actually buy me breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;Trg tomorrow, I shall see you then.&lt;br /&gt;Train hard qing! &amp; you better sleep early! Have enough of rest, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;So we can play &amp;amp; piss the coach tomorrow! See ya!&lt;br /&gt;I love ya! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;Really. Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Would you believe if I say I hate you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6204761299606434666?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6204761299606434666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6204761299606434666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6204761299606434666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6204761299606434666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/linkin-park-what-ive-done-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6622887921293347441</id><published>2007-06-17T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:43:23.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/B47lFip3Ds/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/B47lFip3Ds/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fergie - Big Girls Don't Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;br /&gt;Your probably on your flight back to your home town&lt;br /&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;br /&gt;To be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But Ive got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;br /&gt;I must go alone&lt;br /&gt;I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they&lt;br /&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;br /&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;br /&gt;Ill be your best friend and you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if u want to&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;br /&gt;Well be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;br /&gt;But its time for me to go home&lt;br /&gt;Its getting late, dark outside&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Da Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 8&lt;br /&gt;1. Dearest love&lt;br /&gt;2. Sab&lt;br /&gt;3. Nicole&lt;br /&gt;4. Qing&lt;br /&gt;5. WeiNing&lt;br /&gt;6. Cass&lt;br /&gt;7. HuiHiang&lt;br /&gt;8. Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 8 -- Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN 8?&lt;br /&gt;6 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HAVE YOU EVER DATED 8?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. IS NUMBER 8 ONE OF YOUR CLOSE FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;She's my sister :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HAVE YOU EVER KISSED 8?&lt;br /&gt;More like, she kissed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. NAME ONE FAVORITE MEMORY WITH 8?&lt;br /&gt;Eating ice cream when we were already freezing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. DO YOU TRUST 8?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WOULD YOU KEEP A SECRET FROM 8?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WOULD YOU TAKE A ROAD TRIP WITH 8?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. IS 8 DATING ANYONE ON YOUR TOP 8?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ARE YOU IN 8'S TOP 8?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, if she does it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 7 -- HuiHiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HAVE YOU EVER KISSED NUMBER 7?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. NAME ONE INTERESTING THING ABOUT 7?&lt;br /&gt;She hates to see people cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WOULD YOU DO ANYTHING FOR 7?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. ONE THING 7 IS GOOD AT?&lt;br /&gt;She can laugh while she's swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. ARE YOU OLDER OR YOUNGER THAN 7?&lt;br /&gt;Younger, sad uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. HAVE YOU EVER HUGGED 7?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't remember, I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 6 -- Cass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. HAS 6 DONE ANYTHING ILLEGAL?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YU|OU HAVE ANY REGRETS WITH 6?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. HAVE YOU EVER KISSED 6?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. ARE YOU IN 6'S TOP 8?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. EVER LAUGHED WITH 6?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WOULD 6 BE THERE FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WOULD YOU BE THERE FOR 6?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT DO YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT 6?&lt;br /&gt;Her laughters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 5 -- WeiNing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW 5?&lt;br /&gt;Very well. Well, not that well but yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN NUMBER 5?&lt;br /&gt;Since this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU'RE WITH 5?&lt;br /&gt;We will always gossip, bitch &amp; laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. HOW DID YOU MEET 5?&lt;br /&gt;In school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE ABOUT 5?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, she's purrr-fect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. ARE YOU ON NUMBER 5'S TOP 8?&lt;br /&gt;She will have to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN COMMON WITH 5?&lt;br /&gt;Laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 4 -- qing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW 4?&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. HAVE YOU EVER MADE OUT WITH 4?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. ARE YOU RELATED TO 4?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL WITH 4?&lt;br /&gt;Back from causeway to school, counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN 4?&lt;br /&gt;6 months :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. ARE YOU ON NUMBER 4's TOP 8?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT'S YOUR BEST MEMORY WITH 4?&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring in dahh toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. HAVE ANYTHING IN COMMON WITH 4?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we talk about &amp;amp; piss the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. DO YOU LOVE 4?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes &amp; still YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3 -- Nicole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN 3?&lt;br /&gt;6 months :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHEN DID YOU LAST SEE 3?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. HAVE YOU EVER DATED 3?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. HAVE ANYTHING IN COMMON WITH 3?&lt;br /&gt;We're super duper uber ultra lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. ARE THEY FUNNY?&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL WITH 3?&lt;br /&gt;For training, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. ARE YOU ON 3's TOP 8?&lt;br /&gt;You have to do this, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHATS THE LAST THING YOU DID WITH NUMBER 3?&lt;br /&gt;I took a train back with her on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT IS SOMETHING 3 IS GOOD AT?&lt;br /&gt;She's super duper freaking fast &amp;amp; she can be super duper retarded at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST ABOUT 3?&lt;br /&gt;She makes me happy by being super duper ultra retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 2 -- Sab! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. HOW DO YOU MEET THIS PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;In school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. WOULD YOU EVER GO OUT WITH 2?&lt;br /&gt;Why not? I love going out with her, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. DO YOU LOVE 2?&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I LOVE HER HELL LOADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN TROUBLE WITH 2?&lt;br /&gt;Er, nope. Pon-ing trg, counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE THING TO DO WITH 2?&lt;br /&gt;Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO YOU LIKE THIS PERSON MORE THAN A FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, bestest/girl friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST ABOUT 2?&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 1 -- Dearest love! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. HAVE YOU EVER KISSED NUMBER 1?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. DO YOU LOOK UP TO THEM?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. HAVE YOU EVER FOUGHT WITH 1?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, yeah. But no matter what happens, I'll still love him, soso much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. WOULD YOU DO ANYTHING FOR 1?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. DO YOU LOVE 1?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love him with my whole heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST ABOUT 1?&lt;br /&gt;Everything, especially his lame-ness! (:&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done with the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I was practically at home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Women On the Run. Laughed like shietxzxz with Jas.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Dang :/&lt;br /&gt;I wasted one day like that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; did I tell you that I have not even touch any single of my homework?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, wait. I did. I did my chinese. Half way through.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh ):&lt;br /&gt;School is gonna reopen damn soon. Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Sab's leaving very very soon?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't wanna blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DEAREST LOVE&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for accompanying me yesterday &amp; today, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I love you so damn much, I promise. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, you're the best :D&lt;br /&gt;All the best for 400 IM tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure! Good luck yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I will love you, till my dying days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SABRINA HENG&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;Like, 3 more days? Dang :/&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to leave.&lt;br /&gt;But never mind. All the best too yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you! Take good care of yourself, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;I love ya! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NICOLE CHOY&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. All the best for 400 &amp; 800 free.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, just give it your best try.&lt;br /&gt;You can do it, just keep telling yourself that, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I love ya! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singapore Open is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm not swimming. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, all the best to those that are swimming! (:&lt;br /&gt;Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;Bye &amp;amp; Nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Big girls don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6622887921293347441?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6622887921293347441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6622887921293347441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6622887921293347441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6622887921293347441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/fergie-big-girls-dont-cry-da-da-da-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-3331396352373682030</id><published>2007-06-16T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:02:39.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/c_pTUZ1ivc/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/c_pTUZ1ivc/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gwen Stefani - The Sweet Escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape I would but,&lt;br /&gt;first of all, let me say&lt;br /&gt;I must apologize for acting stank &amp; treating you this way&lt;br /&gt;cause I've been acting like sour milk all on the floor&lt;br /&gt;it's your fault you didn't shut the refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape &amp;amp; recreate a place that's my own world&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I could be your favourite girl (forever), perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;if I could be sweet, I know I've been a real bad girl (I'll try to change)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt (whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;We can make it better, tell me boy wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get away, to our sweet escape&lt;br /&gt;  Iwant to get away, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You held me down, I'm at my lowest boiling point&lt;br /&gt;come help me out, I need to get me out of this joint&lt;br /&gt;come on let's bounce, counting on you to turn me around&lt;br /&gt;instead of clowning around, let's look for some common ground&lt;br /&gt;so baby, times get a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;  I've been gettin' a little lazy, waitin' on you to come save me&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you're angry by the way that you treat me&lt;br /&gt;hopefully you don't leave me, wanted you with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape &amp; recreate a place that's my own world&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I could be your favourite girl (forever), perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;&amp; tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;if I could be sweet (sorry boy)&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a real bad girl (I'll try to change)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt (whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;we can make it better&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo (if i could escape)&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo (if i could escape)&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I've been acting like sour milk all on the floor&lt;br /&gt;it's your fault you didn't shut the refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape &amp; recreate a place that's my own world&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i could be your favourite girl (forever), perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;&amp; tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;if I could be sweet (sorry boy)&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a real bad girl (I'll try to change)&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean for you to get hurt (whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;we can make it better&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo (I wanna get away, get away)&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo (to our sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo (I wanna get away)&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being super lazy &amp; pig these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I was kinda lazy to blog. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Training yesterday was fine. Morning was gym, afternoon was swim.&lt;br /&gt;Gym was alright. But my legs are like aching now. Cause of the squats.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Amanda Toh owes me a bubble tea. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, went lunch with Nic, Sab &amp; HuiHiang (:&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon swim was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Main set was, 4 sets of 4 x 50&lt;br /&gt;After training, waited for Mum.&lt;br /&gt;Mum dropped me, HuiHiang &amp;amp; Nic at causeway.&lt;br /&gt;Took train back. Stopped at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Met dearest love. I was super duper early, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Like, finally. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Met him at Orchard Mrt Station.&lt;br /&gt;Walked down to Plaza Sing. Went Secret Recipe. (:&lt;br /&gt;Ate cheese cake. Saw that Sponge Bob thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Then walked down to Cathay, caught Fantastic 4.&lt;br /&gt;Nice show, must really watch.&lt;br /&gt;After the show, walked around &amp; back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I think we should go out more often. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Righttttttt? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went training this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Training was alright. All long distance. Ah, I hate it. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Trained back with Nic.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here, I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm tired. Maybe cause I trained hard this morning!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah right. Eh, I did, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DEAREST LOVE&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think we should really go out more often.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;, we should have stayed and watch that SpongeBob thingy!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nah, I was just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, all the best for Singapore Open, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;(: I love you so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I love you more than I ever thought.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, TAKE CARE DEAREST (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU FOREVER!&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nights.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Blogging again tomorrow, if I have the time! (:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Hell yeah, I'm the mother fucking princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-3331396352373682030?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3331396352373682030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=3331396352373682030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3331396352373682030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3331396352373682030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/gwen-stefani-sweet-escape-if-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5371469368663191943</id><published>2007-06-14T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:23:21.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ma-uZCxSWz/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ma-uZCxSWz/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Face Down(Acoustic Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl you know you drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;one look puts the rhythm in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll never understand why you hang around&lt;br /&gt;I see what's going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover up with make up in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;tell yourself it's never gonna happen again&lt;br /&gt;you cry alone and then he swears he loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a man&lt;br /&gt;when you push her around?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end&lt;br /&gt;as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect&lt;br /&gt;every action in this world will bear a consequence&lt;br /&gt;If you wade around forever you will surely drown&lt;br /&gt;I see what's going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you go and say your right again,&lt;br /&gt;say your right again&lt;br /&gt;heed my lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a man&lt;br /&gt;when you push her around?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end&lt;br /&gt;as your lies crumble down a new life she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she will tell you that she has had enough&lt;br /&gt;its coming round again.&lt;br /&gt;its coming round again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a man, when you push her around?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the grown?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end&lt;br /&gt;as your lies crumble down, a new life she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough&lt;br /&gt;Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it &amp; I'm super tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKKKK. DAMMIT ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes I felt as if I'm your wall or something. (Something real bad) &amp;amp; I really hate it. I don't think you trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's enough. I had enough of all these already. This time, it's a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going insane if this continues. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW IT, PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5371469368663191943?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5371469368663191943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5371469368663191943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5371469368663191943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5371469368663191943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/red-jumpsuit-apparatus-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-1313840145555528706</id><published>2007-06-13T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:58:03.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/--2qyr5mbY/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/--2qyr5mbY/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emilia - Big Big World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm a big big girl in a big big world&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's not a big big thing if you leave me&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I do do feel that I do do will miss you much&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Miss you much&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can see the first leaf falling&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's all yellow and nice&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's so very cold outside&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like the way I'm feeling inside&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm a big big girl in a big big world&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big big thing if you leave me&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do do feel that I do do will miss you much&lt;br /&gt;Miss you much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside it's now raining&lt;br /&gt;And tears are falling from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Why did it have to happen&lt;br /&gt;Why did it all have to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big big girl in a big big world&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big big thing if you leave me&lt;br /&gt;But I do do feel that I do do will miss you much&lt;br /&gt;Miss you much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have your arms around me&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Warm like fire, ha&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But when I open my eyes, you're gone&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm a big big girl in a big big world&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's not a big big thing if you leave me&lt;br /&gt;But I do do feel that I do do will miss you much&lt;br /&gt;Miss you much&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm a big big girl in a big big world&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's not a big big thing if you leave me&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I do feel I will miss you much&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Miss you much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. I'm freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rm_yIks8VoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PhnnuunrZGo/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rm_yIks8VoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PhnnuunrZGo/s320/Picture+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075541534174893698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhore! (: I love qing &amp; Sab, super duper loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rm_y1Us8VpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DqZMLQZKcLw/s1600-h/Picture+046%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rm_y1Us8VpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DqZMLQZKcLw/s320/Picture+046%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075542302974039698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love the mirror so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;Qing &amp; Angela &amp;amp; Sab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The stupidest thing we did today was,&lt;br /&gt;queuing up for the donuts.&lt;br /&gt;We wasted one &amp; a half freaking hour queuing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, we gave up in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Man, that was hell stupid. But still, fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm seriously very tired.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I think he's angry! :/&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ You were once an idiot, but I still love you so much, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-1313840145555528706?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/1313840145555528706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=1313840145555528706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/1313840145555528706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/1313840145555528706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/emilia-big-big-world-im-big-big-girl-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rm_yIks8VoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PhnnuunrZGo/s72-c/Picture+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6833534030716611818</id><published>2007-06-11T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:52:24.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_rUAxHUvpG/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_rUAxHUvpG/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Sebastian - Angels Brought Me Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's been a long and winding journey, but I'm finally here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces, and walking back into the light&lt;br /&gt;Into the sunset of your glory, where my heart and future lies&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like that feeling, when i look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true, when i found you&lt;br /&gt;I found you, my miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see, what i see, that you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing here before you, feels like I've been born again&lt;br /&gt;Every breath is your love, every heartbeat speaks your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true, right here in front of you&lt;br /&gt;My miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see, what i see, you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought me here to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever grateful (oh forever Faithful)&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;When I found you&lt;br /&gt;My miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see, what i see, you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here&lt;br /&gt;Yes they brought me here&lt;br /&gt;If you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for morning training, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, boring.&lt;br /&gt;Xie's group, morning is always long distance.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; afternoon, sprints.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. After training.Took a bus down to Causeway.&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with Sab &amp;amp; Nic. Boon was with Denise, Clement &amp; Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Boon &amp;amp; Denise came to look for us.&lt;br /&gt;Then took a bus back. I didn't want to. I was whining like some shit.&lt;br /&gt;But still, took a bus back.&lt;br /&gt;Reached, still have to walk. Like, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nic &amp; Sab were screaming like some shit.&lt;br /&gt;Denise didn't want to join us, so she walked super fast.&lt;br /&gt;We were still screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Boon ran to Denise. Haha. Yeah, we were still screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Screamed, screamed. (:&lt;br /&gt;Walked in the gate, this bus driver, he pointed at us &amp;amp; did the crazy action to us.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we laughed. Crazy ass, please.&lt;br /&gt;Then walked to aerobics room. Locked.&lt;br /&gt;Called uncle Vincent, he didn't answer. So we went to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; rested there.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nic, Sab, Boon &amp;amp; Denise took the super huge mat &amp; rested on it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sab was damn high today.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause of someone, uh Sab?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ate Macs before training.&lt;br /&gt;We are damn smart, please.&lt;br /&gt;Super duper ultra full.&lt;br /&gt;Then afternoon training! (:&lt;br /&gt;After training, took a bus down to Causeway.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, trained home with Nic &amp; Boon.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home &amp;amp; yes, BLOGGING (:&lt;br /&gt;Alright, bye.&lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ My dreams came true, right here in front of you, my miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6833534030716611818?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6833534030716611818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6833534030716611818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6833534030716611818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6833534030716611818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/guy-sebastian-angels-brought-me-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5978934457950450557</id><published>2007-06-10T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:16:55.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE HIM :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5nBIHRjqDx/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5nBIHRjqDx/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Redwan Ali - Would You Be There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I were blue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;would you be there for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;And whisper in my ear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;that's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would  you stand by me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;let me hold you  tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;And say you love me one more  time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I feel good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;would you slow dance with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;And touch my lips with tender loving  care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you die for  me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;would you run with  me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;And never look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you be there to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;to be with me?Would you swear that your love is always  true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you say that you'll always be  the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;to take my breath  away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you be there to  love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;to be with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you swear that your love is always  true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you say that you'll always be  the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;to take my breath  away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you be  there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I'm away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;would you still think of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;And wish that you could hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you die for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;would you run with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;All the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would  you be there to love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;to be with  me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you swear that your love is  always true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you say that you'll  always be the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;to take my breath  away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you be there to save my soul  tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you swear that your love  is always true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you say that you'll  always be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;to kiss my pain  away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you be there to love,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;to be with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you swear that your love is always  true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you say that you'll always be  the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;to take my breath  away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you be there to save my soul  tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you swear that your love  is always true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you say that you'll  always be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;to kiss my pain  away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you be there,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: (0, 0, 0);"&gt;for me?&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went training, suck like some shit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Went Vivo with Jess, Ping, Jas &amp;amp; Mum.&lt;br /&gt;Dad came a lil late.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, bought sweets first.&lt;br /&gt;Then went Marche, ate and stuffs. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Would you be there to love, to be with me?&lt;br /&gt;&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/3766214173104256932-5978934457950450557?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5978934457950450557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5978934457950450557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5978934457950450557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5978934457950450557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-him-d.html' title='I LOVE HIM :D'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4342394933820755690</id><published>2007-06-09T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:00:59.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wMt9ntbjIt/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wMt9ntbjIt/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;No it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so fine&lt;br /&gt;I want you mine&lt;br /&gt;You're so delicious&lt;br /&gt;I think about ya all the time&lt;br /&gt;You're so addictive&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know what I could do to make you feel alright?&lt;br /&gt;(alright alright alright alright)&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend I think you know I'm damn precious&lt;br /&gt;And hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm the mother fuckin' princess&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you like me too and you know I'm right&lt;br /&gt;(I'm right I'm right I'm right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like so whatever&lt;br /&gt;You could do so much better&lt;br /&gt;I think we should get together now&lt;br /&gt;And that's what everyone's talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;No it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the way, I see the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;And even when you look away I know you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I know you talk about me all the time again and again&lt;br /&gt;(and again and again and again)&lt;br /&gt;So come over here, tell me what I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet make your girlfriend disappear&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear you say her name ever again&lt;br /&gt;(And again and again and again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like so whatever&lt;br /&gt;You could do so much better&lt;br /&gt;I think we should get together now&lt;br /&gt;And that's what everyone's talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;No it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can, cause I can do it better&lt;br /&gt;There's no other&lt;br /&gt;So when's it gonna sink in&lt;br /&gt;She's so stupid&lt;br /&gt;What the hell were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can, cause I can do it better&lt;br /&gt;There's no other&lt;br /&gt;So when's it gonna sink in&lt;br /&gt;She's so stupid&lt;br /&gt;What the hell were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No Way No Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;No it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No Way No Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No Way No Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;No it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No Way No Way Hey Hey&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What's your phone brand?&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What are the last 3 digits in your cell phone number?&lt;br /&gt;480&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What does the 12th message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;So fast?! Omg.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Who's the first person under M?&lt;br /&gt;Macdonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who's the last person you rang?&lt;br /&gt;Boon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who's the second person under D?&lt;br /&gt;DanDan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Morning princess, hello kitty, angela tan, so hows your ride back home? nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Who's the second last person under J?&lt;br /&gt;Jul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Go to your sent items. What does the 10th message say?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Who's the 4th person under S?&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Who's your network provider?&lt;br /&gt;Singtel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) How many messages are currently in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What do you have as your background?&lt;br /&gt;A couple, holding hands &amp; the word forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Who's the second person under R?&lt;br /&gt;Reen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Who do you have on speed dial 3?&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) If you're on prepaid, how much credit do you have left?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Who's the last person under C?&lt;br /&gt;Crusty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) How many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What do you have as your ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;Keep Holding On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went morning training this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn slack. Seriously damn slack.&lt;br /&gt;That idiot was busying taping us, &amp;amp; he can only tape 3 of us at a time.&lt;br /&gt;So when he was taping the 3 unlucky person, those lucky ones will slack.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah. Training was seriously damn slack.&lt;br /&gt;After training, took a Cab down to Causeway point with Toh, Denise &amp; Nic.&lt;br /&gt;Then trained back with Nic.&lt;br /&gt;Reach home, Jas &amp;amp; Jermaine were playing &amp; screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Then, online! (:&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep for a while. I did sleep, but thanks to Jas &amp;amp; Jermaine, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;They were screaming like some shiet.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &amp; no more! (:&lt;br /&gt;Dinner-ed with Mum :D&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall stop here now.&lt;br /&gt;People, go yiqing's blog. See how sweet can she be. I love her! (:&lt;br /&gt;I love Sab too! Ohoh, but I love darling love the most!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I shall blog tomorrow if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with family, Aunty Joanne &amp;amp; XiaoPing tomorrow, Marche.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm celebrating my belated birthday with them.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Bye (:&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Thanks for the memories, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-4342394933820755690?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4342394933820755690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4342394933820755690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4342394933820755690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4342394933820755690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/avril-lavigne-girlfriend-hey-hey-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5819510698634034611</id><published>2007-06-08T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:10:31.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGELA (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="320" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/3tqXvq8QYJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/3tqXvq8QYJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="320" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aerosmith - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Don't Want To Miss a Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody"&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Well, every moment spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Is a moment I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna stay with you&lt;br /&gt;In this moment forever, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;and I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;I Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And we'll stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time Yeah Yeah Yeah YEAHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I Don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I Don't wanna fall asleep, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/div&gt; -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I couldn't find the proper song, so I took the video instead.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Shout outs later.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Happy Birthday Murphi &amp; Angela! (:&lt;br /&gt;Went for morning training.&lt;br /&gt;Pon-ed afternoon training.&lt;br /&gt;Morning was gym. Yeah, thank a lot.&lt;br /&gt;That idiot, he was pushing us.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone screamed, alright.&lt;br /&gt;He's seriously crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, after training, took a train &amp;amp; bus back home with love.&lt;br /&gt;He was being super lame. Ah, as usual. But it's okay (:&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, changed &amp; cabbed down to Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, with love again. I spent my birthday with him.&lt;br /&gt;Him &amp;amp; only him.&lt;br /&gt;Went to up to buy tickets. Ocean's 13, gold class.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think we should go for those gold class thingy more often, uh love?&lt;br /&gt;It was nice, super nice.&lt;br /&gt;As in, the seats, the service &amp; everything there.&lt;br /&gt;After the show, cabbed down to the Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Hula Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Hula girls is nice, although it was some Japanese show.&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then walked down to Cine with love. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh before that, we went Taka. Love needs to get his papa thingy (:&lt;br /&gt;Dinner-ed with love.&lt;br /&gt;Then walked back to Taka, met his dad.&lt;br /&gt;Back home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Darling love&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you didn't get any presents, I'm still happy.&lt;br /&gt;You spent it with me &amp; for that, I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I promise I'll bring you to my Mum's new shop during the Dec holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I promise &amp; I swear.&lt;br /&gt;You're my one &amp;amp; only. Yes, I promise &amp; swear again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks for setting your alarm at 4&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; just to wish my Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou so much for everything that you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;You blur doraemon,&lt;br /&gt;I love you to hell loads, ♥ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sabrina Heng&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darling for the present, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thanks so much for staying awake just to wish my Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I was touched, seriously touched.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; thanks for that special post.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you on Monday, take care &amp; I love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nicole Choy&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, thanks horsey for the present too.&lt;br /&gt;Take care &amp; I love you.&lt;br /&gt;May you last long with ahemahem! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ng Yiqing&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babe for the special post &amp; call.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you were the only one who called me at 12 and wished my Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; your blog, thanks for the special post.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks so much for making them believe that I'm going clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, qing. I'm 15. Whatever! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything that you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, babe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goh WeiNing&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby. Thanks for the special post, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;Remember our promise? Haha. Actually I don't.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou so much people for staying up just to wish my Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;You people know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys, thanks a lot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I want you to be mine forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-5819510698634034611?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5819510698634034611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5819510698634034611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5819510698634034611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5819510698634034611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-angela.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGELA (:'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5830978741743227645</id><published>2007-06-07T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:35:57.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/DHq33VRRoe/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/DHq33VRRoe/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gwen Stefani - 4 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Waking up to find another day&lt;br /&gt;The moon got lost again last night&lt;br /&gt;But now the sun has finally had its say&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I let it sink in&lt;br /&gt;It's all over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm watching you sleep, it hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You've got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' in everything that I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to know I'm safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't want to lose the love I've found&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you said that you would change&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair how you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't be complete, can you give me more?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&amp;amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' in everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp;amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, you know what I need&lt;br /&gt;Save all your love up for me&lt;br /&gt;We can't escape the love&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything that you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;&amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' in everything that I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Give you everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(Give you all of me)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not blogging yesterday. I was way too lazy &amp; tired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Went training this morning &amp;amp; afternoon, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Training in the morning was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Just that there was hell loads of 200s.&lt;br /&gt;After that, lunched with Boon, Nic &amp; Sab.&lt;br /&gt;Bought food back for Sean &amp;amp; Qing.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back to school. Went to aerobics room.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for uncle Vincent. Haha. Opened, then went in and rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rest &amp; afternoon training.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, actually Xie's nice.&lt;br /&gt;He joked with me today. Lets hope that he joke with me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;It's good you know. So I won't hate him that much.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I might consider training hard.&lt;br /&gt;After afternoon training, went causeway with Nic &amp; Toh.&lt;br /&gt;Toh is frigging lame, so is Nic. Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;Dinner-ed with them, then trained back.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home &amp;amp; stuffs. Then computer! :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Cass sent me the pictures we took yesterday alrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Morning training only. Was quite slack.&lt;br /&gt;I meant, damn slack.&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun only. The main set was 2 x 50m.&lt;br /&gt;Haaa, can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;After training. Went causeway with Nic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Qing was there, she wanted us to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;Met her at Macdonald. Dandan was there.&lt;br /&gt;Ate &amp; then trained to City hall.&lt;br /&gt;We were suppose to stop at Orchard, as in, me &amp;amp; Nic.&lt;br /&gt;But qing stopped me. So we went to Raffles Place instead.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, seriously fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Then waited for Cass. Walked over to Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;And many places. Took super loads of pictures okay.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I enjoyed &amp; I loved yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will do the talking now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye &amp;amp; Good night! (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 2more hours. Yay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RmgVu0s8VnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ypSR_98PU3Q/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RmgVu0s8VnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ypSR_98PU3Q/s320/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073328874398176882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nicole Choy, Angela Tan, Ng Yiqing &amp; Cass Chua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah, more pictures tomorrow or the day after tomorrow okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm damn frigging lazy upload pictures right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause it's like taking forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So maybe I shall try it some other day, alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;♥ You're the first &amp;amp; last thing on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3766214173104256932-5830978741743227645?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5830978741743227645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5830978741743227645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5830978741743227645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5830978741743227645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/gwen-stefani-4-in-morning-waking-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RmgVu0s8VnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ypSR_98PU3Q/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-3811993586423538888</id><published>2007-06-05T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:37:24.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MUpBI1cNjT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MUpBI1cNjT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bowling For Soup - High School Never Ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Four years you think for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; That's all you've got to endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; All the total dicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; All the stuck up chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; So superficial, so immature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Then when you graduate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; You take a look around and you say HEY WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; This is the same as where I just came from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I thought it was over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Aw that's just great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; The whole damn world is just as obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Who's got the money, who gets the honeys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And you still don't have the right look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And you don't have the right friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; High school never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Check out the popular kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; You'll never guess what Jessica did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; How did Mary Kate lose all that weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And Katie had a baby so I guess Tom's straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And the only thing that matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Is climbing up that social ladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Still care about your hair and the car you drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Doesn't matter if you're sixteen or thirty-five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Reese Witherspoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; She's the prom queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Bill Gates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Captain of the chess team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Jack Black, the clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Brad Pitt, the quarterback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I've seen it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I want my money back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; The whole damn world is just as obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Who's in the clubs and who's on the drugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Who's throwing up before they digest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And you still don't have the right look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And you don't have the right friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And you're still listen to the same shit you did back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; High school never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; High school never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; The whole damn world is just as obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Who's got the money, who gets the honeys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And I still don't have the right look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And I still have the same three friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And I'm pretty much the same as I was back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; High school never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; High school never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; High school never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Here we go again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yeah. Haha. Nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Went for morning training, afternoon training too.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Morning training was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with Cass, Nic, Boon, Sab &amp; Val.&lt;br /&gt;Blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Went for afternoon training.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, we were damn noisy.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep. Trained in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Kicked (: Oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn lazy to post. Enough for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;NICOLE CHOY SIYING! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lamer! Haha, train-ing back with you is fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But you stay so near, so it's a bit unfair uh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever. You, don't so angry alrd lah.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, smile smile smile!&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so frigging much! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Angels brought me here, and this was where I first met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-3811993586423538888?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3811993586423538888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=3811993586423538888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3811993586423538888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3811993586423538888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/bowling-for-soup-high-school-never-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7312885655436897336</id><published>2007-06-04T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:12:36.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/NzXie76Ezg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/NzXie76Ezg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amber Pacific - Gone So Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I never dreamt it'd be this way&lt;br /&gt;I've lost any chance for me to say&lt;br /&gt;To say that I miss you, say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please tell me I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't prepared for what's to come&lt;br /&gt;A life made of memories gone so young&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm regretting all I've done&lt;br /&gt;But in your heart know that I'm with you all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that this could go&lt;br /&gt;And take me away from all I know&lt;br /&gt;And leave me to think I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;But your love will take me, you were the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sat through nights&lt;br /&gt;You held me tight&lt;br /&gt;And made sure I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you for the love you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright&lt;br /&gt;And if I should fall, I know you're waiting&lt;br /&gt;And if I should call, I know you're there&lt;br /&gt;If ever you cry just know&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, nothing much happened (:&lt;br /&gt;Went for morning training, toh went to. Shocking, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn frigging high in the morning alright.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've found of something.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually good to be high in the morning, especially if you have training.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you'll kinda be a little, I don't know how to explain.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, it's good to be high early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Morning set was like crap, seriously, crap. ):&lt;br /&gt;I hate the 3 by 400. I sprinted for the last set and last 50m. Smart uh.&lt;br /&gt;Went causeway for lunch, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but this time we got a free ride out.&lt;br /&gt;It's only me and Val. Sab &amp; Nic went with Boon. Met her at causeway.&lt;br /&gt;Walked out, saw Toh &amp;amp; Denise. Toh asked if we want a free ride out.&lt;br /&gt;Since she's also going causeway. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Met them at food court. Ate. Bought food for qing &amp; Sean.&lt;br /&gt;Blah. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then afternoon training. Was alright.&lt;br /&gt;But that idiot chased me to lane 9. That bloody lane.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm so much closer &amp;amp; nearer to him, I can't slack anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh fugggggxzx! ):&lt;br /&gt;After training, we, as in, me, qing, Nic &amp; Boon were like some 'beggars', begging people to send us to Causeway.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but no kind soul. So walked to the gate, there's this super nice lady.&lt;br /&gt;We don't even know her, she just asked if we want a lift out.&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa, she's damn nice. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, we don't even know her okay.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, how nice can she be.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, if she can see this, THANK YOU SO MUCH AUNTIE (:&lt;br /&gt;Then went food court, dinner.&lt;br /&gt;That Ban Mee auntie is seriously a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;That was what qing said, and I kinda agreed with it.&lt;br /&gt;Coins are also money right? Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Trained back. Yeah, we played again.&lt;br /&gt;We were like at the last 4th cabin or something.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at every stop, ran towards.&lt;br /&gt;We ran all the way to the first cabin.&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, yeah. Jokers (:&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun. Thanks! :D&lt;br /&gt;We were wearing Sports School shirt, except Nic.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It was super funny, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;Nic left, soon Boon.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Qing didn't want to stop at City Hall cause there were frigging hell loads of people.&lt;br /&gt;So we stopped at Raffles City instead. (:&lt;br /&gt;We bet something. I couldn't remember what.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I lost. Chicken rice tomorrow right, qing? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay! Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;Was messaging Sab, Girlfriend &amp; Sean.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Tampines Mall. Mum and Dad picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;Sister &amp;amp; Auntie Janet were there too. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Went Giant, the place there, whoa, HUGE (:&lt;br /&gt;Spent 300plus. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then, back home!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, qing took some pics of some couples.&lt;br /&gt;Will post it tomorrow if I have the time. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NG YIQING! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't train today.&lt;br /&gt;You even lied to that idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Actually you did train, land training!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah, we should really stop at Raffles next time.&lt;br /&gt;And the bet, haha! Chicken rice, you lamer lah!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, see you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so damn frigging much! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SABRINA HENG SZEHUI! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, yes you. Sigh, I know how you're feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;Cause yeah, I've gone through that before.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, like I said, no matter what I'll still be there for you!&lt;br /&gt;Cheerup okay? I don't wanna see you sad, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're sad, yes. YOU! So smile yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, tomorrow will be a better day, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;Smile, uh! See you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I love you hell loads, darling! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOH WEINING! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lamer! You didn't reply me cause you were watching some show.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Haha, thanks for telling me what to do yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I'll go think about it! Haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will, maybe I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yesyes. I made you laugh like some shit today.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I miss you so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon, baby!&lt;br /&gt;I love you super loads! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm done with it! Yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog tomorrow if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where were you when I was feeling down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7312885655436897336?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7312885655436897336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7312885655436897336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7312885655436897336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7312885655436897336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/amber-pacific-gone-so-young-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-5221814566501983426</id><published>2007-06-03T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:50:07.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dFdGKakBVg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dFdGKakBVg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P Daddy ft Keisha Cole - Last Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I couldn't even get an answer&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call, but my pride wouldn't let me dial&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting here, with this blank expression&lt;br /&gt;And the way I feel, I wanna curl up like a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can hear me&lt;br /&gt;I know you can feel me&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;God please make me better&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't the way I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I told you once, I told you twice&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Im all cried out, with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see, your heart belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, I'm yearning for your touch&lt;br /&gt;Come and set me free, forever yours I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Baby won't you come and take this pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even get an answer&lt;br /&gt;(You said you couldn't get an answer baby)&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call, but my pride wouldn't let me dial&lt;br /&gt;(Why would you disturb me babe)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting here, with this blank expression&lt;br /&gt;(I can't read your mind baby)&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel, I wanna curl up like a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, and you need me&lt;br /&gt;This is so plain to see&lt;br /&gt;And I will never let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you so, I will&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see&lt;br /&gt;Your heart belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;I'm yearning for your touch&lt;br /&gt;Come and set me free&lt;br /&gt;Forever yours I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Baby won't you come and take this pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night&lt;br /&gt;(Oh last night)&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even get an answer&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh baby what you wanna do to me)&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call, but my pride wouldn't let me dial&lt;br /&gt;(Why wouldn't you disturb me babe)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting here, with this blank expression&lt;br /&gt;(Don't say that baby, no no)&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel, I wanna curl up like a child&lt;br /&gt;(I'm so alone, Im so lonely baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what, there is to say&lt;br /&gt;To make you come back, and break me like that&lt;br /&gt;And if it matters&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather stay home&lt;br /&gt;With you I'm never alone&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait till your gone&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever leave me&lt;br /&gt;Just don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I couldn't even get an answer&lt;br /&gt;(Couldn't get an answer baby oh)&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call (Call me baby)&lt;br /&gt;But my pride wouldn't let me dial&lt;br /&gt;(Why couldn't you just dial me baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting here with this blank expression&lt;br /&gt;(Don't sit there, noo)&lt;br /&gt;And the way I feel, I wanna curl up like a child&lt;br /&gt;(Im so alone, Im so lonely baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, and you need me&lt;br /&gt;This is so plain to see&lt;br /&gt;And I will never let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you so, I will&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see&lt;br /&gt;Your heart belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;I'm yearning for your touch&lt;br /&gt;Come and set me free&lt;br /&gt;Forever yours I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Baby won't you come and take my pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I couldnt even get an answer&lt;br /&gt;(I could need you baby)&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call, but my pride wouldn't let me dial&lt;br /&gt;(Why couldnt you just dial me baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting here, with this blank expression&lt;br /&gt;(Don't sit there, no)&lt;br /&gt;And the way I feel, I wanna curl up like a child&lt;br /&gt;(I'm so alone, I'm so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;And dial up my number&lt;br /&gt;And call me up baby&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;And dial up my number&lt;br /&gt;Just call me up baby&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, yeah wassup&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to reach you all night&lt;br /&gt;That shit ain't funny not picking up the muthafucking phone&lt;br /&gt;You gotta fucking stop playing with a nigga feelings like that&lt;br /&gt;You know how much i love you right&lt;br /&gt;For those couple of seconds though&lt;br /&gt;When i couldn't get in touch with you&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to come over to your house and shoot that motherfucker up&lt;br /&gt;Dumb bitch you better not mutherfucking be there when i get home&lt;br /&gt;Thats really how it go right&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I was at home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the whole damn day. I did nothing, not even training.&lt;br /&gt;My knee hurts badly ): Seriously, so didn't train in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wasted one day like that. Doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;God shiet, training tomorrow. Knee still hurts. Oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't go to the physio, cause it's useless.&lt;br /&gt;I shall just bear with the pain then.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like damn bored now, please.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Anw, Happy Belated Birthday Enseilia (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I want the purple crumpler badly. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I want it oh-so-badly, please. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Mum didn't want to buy it for me. Cause she finds it too ugly? I couldn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, and if it's ugly, nope. It isn't.&lt;br /&gt;So frigging nice okay! Oh damn, I want it lah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've changed my blog song. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, I don't know why either. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;There's training tomorrow, like what the shit.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Bored. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go read The Graveyard Isle. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Oh before that, I love this picture (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RmK4QImG_BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sq1Br3mEgcI/s1600-h/%26%26,+i+love+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RmK4QImG_BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sq1Br3mEgcI/s320/%26%26,+i+love+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071818717697342482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicole Choy aka Horsey took this.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yesterday. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Ahwell, I'll blog if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will cause I'm way too lazy to blog already.&lt;br /&gt;Haaa, Takecare.&lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_TitleSpan" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:15;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3766214173104256932-5221814566501983426?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5221814566501983426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=5221814566501983426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5221814566501983426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/5221814566501983426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/p-daddy-ft-keisha-cole-last-night-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RmK4QImG_BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sq1Br3mEgcI/s72-c/%26%26,+i+love+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6499990004434517177</id><published>2007-06-02T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:08:43.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally went training!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, woke up frigging early this morning! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went training, I went all out for 4 by 100 &amp; 4 by 200.&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest were all kicking, I couldn't kick, my knee were hurting badly.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Had relay. It was damn stupid, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to do breastroke. Haaa, I swear it was really damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, met Sab &amp;amp; Nic at Orchard Mrt.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Shrek the third. Oh my, that was my third time watching in.&lt;br /&gt;Watched it on Thursday with Val at Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Watched it on Friday with Denise, Qing &amp; Sean.&lt;br /&gt;Watched it today with Sab &amp;amp; Nic.&lt;br /&gt;Bought the 3.10pm.&lt;br /&gt;Before that, went to take neoprints. Haaa, after that went long john.&lt;br /&gt;We were wasting time, yeah. Sat there, talked, drink.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures later (:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then went to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Like, what the hell. I was sleeping okay. Cause I've alrd watched it and I find it quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;But wait, I love all the babies. Damn frigging cute, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Sean woke me up by messaging me. So couldn't went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So messaged him &amp; watched at the same time. Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;Sab was laughing, Nic wasn't. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sab find it quite boring. But not the ending part.&lt;br /&gt;After that, walked out of Cine &amp;amp; walked down to Heeren.&lt;br /&gt;Bought rubber bands! Purple, Pink, White! Yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;Then bused down to Plaza Sing. Yeah, bus. Like, er. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Went Ben &amp; Jerry's. After that, back home! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I trained back with Sab. Yeah, she was going Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I'm very tired alrd. I shall let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;Good night world.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RmF3homG--I/AAAAAAAAAF0/24secmgAJVo/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RmF3homG--I/AAAAAAAAAF0/24secmgAJVo/s320/DSC00366.JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071466075112537058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sab &amp; Nic. We were wasting our time.&lt;br /&gt;Slacking at long john! Haaaa, these two lamers!&lt;br /&gt;They're lame, but no matter how lame, I'll still love them, so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RmF4AomG-_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gxtzyyViryY/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RmF4AomG-_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gxtzyyViryY/s320/DSC00363.JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071466607688481778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was taking picture of her.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to cover, but she couldn't use anything.&lt;br /&gt;So she just took her phone &amp; covered herself.&lt;br /&gt;The lamest horsey! But still, thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;I love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, more pictures coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm like damn bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go cut the neoprints now. Yeah maybe!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll blog tomorrow if I have the time, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Anw, training tomorrow. Shiet! ):&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I'm missing you &amp;amp; I'm always thinking of you, do you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6499990004434517177?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6499990004434517177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6499990004434517177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6499990004434517177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6499990004434517177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-finally-went-training.html' title='I finally went training!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RmF3homG--I/AAAAAAAAAF0/24secmgAJVo/s72-c/DSC00366.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-963685371085380183</id><published>2007-06-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:26:12.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Our heart beats as one.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I'm like damn sorry for not blogging these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I was way too lazy, and at the same time, I was watching Summerland (:&lt;br /&gt;Haaa, it's a nice show. You people out there should read.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, there was no morning training.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like finally (: Oh, Eugene's coming back next week, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Left house around I don't know what time.&lt;br /&gt;Dad was nagging, like what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;He nag from Tampines all the way to Causeway Point.&lt;br /&gt;That bloody idiot, I cannot stand it. Oh wells, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where was I? Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Met Sean at KFC, then walked over to Pizza Hut, met qing &amp; Denise.&lt;br /&gt;Bought the tickets for Shrek 3. Second time watching, but it's okay (:&lt;br /&gt;Cinema was frigging cold, super cold, duper cold, uber cold, ultra cold.&lt;br /&gt;After the show, cabbed back to School for training.&lt;br /&gt;Denise, Qing, Sean, Nic, Val &amp;amp; me were at the aerobics room.&lt;br /&gt;Although it was training time, but we couldn't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Xie came up to look for us, he was super angry. Haaa. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Then went down, he scolded us. And I was laughing cause of Nic.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, so she started laughing. Qing saw, so she laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;Then Val, then Boon. Haaa, Xie was damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;So he changed the land training to swim. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We started swimming at around 3.30 and we finished our 3x400 at 3.45.&lt;br /&gt;Around there. Haaaa, obviously we cheated right.&lt;br /&gt;We almost redo the set, but yeah, we didn't. Haha, loser (:&lt;br /&gt;Then after the 1000m, went up, did stretch cords. How stupid can he be.&lt;br /&gt;We were damn wet. Yeah, damn.&lt;br /&gt;Then after training, showered and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Val's dad gave us a free ride to causeway. Us, as in, Nic, Qing, Boon &amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;Went food court, had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Then trained back. Haaa, we were like some idiots okay.&lt;br /&gt;We ran out the stops and the ran towards the another door.&lt;br /&gt;Something like that, I couldn't stop laughing. But seriously it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Then Nic left, soon, Boon.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Qing reached City Hall. Thanks so much qing. She needs the toilet urgently.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaa, told the man. The man was nice enough to let qing out without paying.&lt;br /&gt;Then trained back. She stopped at Paya Lebar.&lt;br /&gt;Haaa, stopped at Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Went Tampines Mall to look for Mum &amp;amp; Jas.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Levis shop, bought 2 jeans and a belt.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then back blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I had fun today. Thanks qing!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaaa, I think we should really train back more often. Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Training tmr at Csc, sigh ):&lt;br /&gt;Meeting them tmr, yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ She's the sweetest drug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-963685371085380183?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/963685371085380183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=963685371085380183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/963685371085380183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/963685371085380183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-heart-beats-as-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7543114318716311387</id><published>2007-05-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:56:01.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm just helping my dear Angela blog cause shes too LAZY=) so here goes.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She woke up this morning at dont know what time, i bet she didnt want to go trainning cause she must have slept very late last night.Thanks to Summerland.She's super,as in SUPER addicted over it.I dont know why but i only like it cause the girls are quite hot=).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During training she was slacking like some dont know what but anyways,i hop over to her lane for awhile cause i wanted to taunt BB....I say Angela hates my waves right?I know Sab and Nic find my waves kinda small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After training,she and her "girlfriends" went over to causeway.Went to eat and buy food for me and yiqing.Cabbed back to school cause she was in a hurry to past me the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela,Sab,Nic and Val then went up to the aerobics room to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up and then went to change to get ready for training,i werent there cause i got dance practice.At least i ponned training fro a reason UNLIKE ANGELA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After training,she took a train back with nic after having their dinner together.OhOh,Angela also told me that she laughed alot too.Dont know for what reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, that was Sean. Hahah. Thanks million times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Tell me you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7543114318716311387?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7543114318716311387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7543114318716311387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7543114318716311387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7543114318716311387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-just-helping-my-dear-angela-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-7070514753780153451</id><published>2007-05-28T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:37:44.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Woke up!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with terrible headache, but still trained.&lt;br /&gt;Mum gave me Panadol, ate before I left for training.&lt;br /&gt;Slept in Mum's car. Woke up, feeling much much better.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so trained in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Training was like crap alright, the set was the stupidest set okay.&lt;br /&gt;We did free, all free. Yeah. Like what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, went Physio. Val's arm or something.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for her (: Went Causeway, lunched with Sab, Nic &amp; Val at food court.&lt;br /&gt;Before that went to get bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;Messaged girlfriend &amp;amp; boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Rest for awhile, yeah. And then we planned on pon-ing training.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we did. But I'm not gonna tell you what we did.&lt;br /&gt;Called Mum, told her that I'll be going back myself.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anw, I enjoyed training back. Seriously. I'm gonna train back tomorrow again, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite fun but long! ):&lt;br /&gt;Messaged Sab &amp; boyfriend when I was in the train.&lt;br /&gt;Quite long, quite far!&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at City Hall, changed train (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, uncle Vincent is gonna talk to me &amp;amp; Sab tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna train. As in, I want but I don't wanna stay in lane 7 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Cause of someone's waves.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like drowning alright. But lane 7 is the only lane.&lt;br /&gt;Cause most of the lanes are full! Sigh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no more pon-ing of training anymore. No more.&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh. Thanks qing hell loads!&lt;br /&gt;Here's your special post, girl! I love you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rlq9bSsvubI/AAAAAAAAAFs/12To3wMZN0A/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rlq9bSsvubI/AAAAAAAAAFs/12To3wMZN0A/s320/Picture+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069572607132547506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng YiQing! (left)&lt;br /&gt;You're damn sweet, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I love you like so damn damn damn much!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the sweets alright? Thankyou so god damn much!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find Beckham's picture lah!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, train harddddd! You went away today lah! :(&lt;br /&gt;You didn't train in the afternoon. Haha, I didn't either!&lt;br /&gt;Yeahyeah, you went Vivo to watch Pirates! That's why you didn't train!&lt;br /&gt;You went vivo, and you actually asked if I wanted anything!&lt;br /&gt;I love you SO DAMN MUCH! I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babe! Loves you effing loads.&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow yeah? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;♥ Boy, I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-7070514753780153451?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7070514753780153451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=7070514753780153451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7070514753780153451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/7070514753780153451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/05/woke-up-i-woke-up-with-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/Rlq9bSsvubI/AAAAAAAAAFs/12To3wMZN0A/s72-c/Picture+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-3013893604201475714</id><published>2007-05-27T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:15:08.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. My headache, it's back ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 not feeling THAT well. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Trg tmr. Nights ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-3013893604201475714?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3013893604201475714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=3013893604201475714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3013893604201475714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3013893604201475714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-4757837997071440870</id><published>2007-05-27T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:31:38.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M FEELING MUCH MUCH MUCH BETTER NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YEAH, CHATTING WITH BOON IS.. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU (:&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SAB! :D&lt;br /&gt;I MISS EVERYONE, ESPECIALLY HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3766214173104256932-4757837997071440870?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4757837997071440870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=4757837997071440870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4757837997071440870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/4757837997071440870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-feeling-much-much-much-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-8733467771719927489</id><published>2007-05-27T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:30:57.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;MY HEADACHE IS KILLING ME ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sigh ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-8733467771719927489?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8733467771719927489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=8733467771719927489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8733467771719927489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8733467771719927489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-headache-is-killing-me-sigh-im-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-8889090409189993700</id><published>2007-05-27T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T12:10:34.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I'm bored.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Quiz (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Who was the last person you held hands with?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. If you were drafted into a war, would you survive?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally have no idea, but I'll try my very best to survive cause I don't wanna leave him alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you sleep with a TV on?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever drank milo out of the carton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, why not? I mean, it's fun.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Have you ever won a spelling bee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you like somebody now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope, I love (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you a faster typer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aha, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who can you always turn to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know, but I know I'll never go to &lt;u&gt;Her&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When was the last time you decided to bath over a shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gr, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you want now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The neoprints that we took yesterday! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you drinking anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you think you're attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Er, nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you want for X'mas this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hah, many things but most importantly, him &amp; his love :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know, I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who wrote the book of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever flown a kite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadly, nope ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When wa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s the last time you went cannoning &amp; where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahh, I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, train train and still train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Missing someone now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was the last sports you played?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swimming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bouncy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your one dream in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know, I don't wish to know &amp; I hope I'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My birthday (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you do when no one is watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I steal. Nah, I was just joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyday except weekends &amp; holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Is there something you want and you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Er, nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who are you thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my bed (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like being ignored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know, I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you attentive in class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depends on what lesson it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Royston &amp; Xie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you like pizzas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell yeah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What do you envy on your crush?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing cause I don't have a crush :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you love your school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What do you hate about your school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing, I guess.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;39. What school do you wish to go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What are you feeling as you reach question 40?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still, bouncy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm like done with the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Keep Holding On&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;         You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;You know I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;No I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late, this could all disappear&lt;br /&gt;Before the doors close&lt;br /&gt;And it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side I will fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I say, when I say I believe&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg later, sigh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anw, I blog later if I have the time alright?&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'll blog tomorrow since it's alrd the holidays (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/3766214173104256932-8889090409189993700?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8889090409189993700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=8889090409189993700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8889090409189993700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8889090409189993700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-3195302039395458669</id><published>2007-05-26T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:13:12.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;My legs are aching badly.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sean at lido, watched Pirates.&lt;br /&gt;3hours, long! (:&lt;br /&gt;After the show, walked down to Taka, bought Cheese Cake.&lt;br /&gt;Then walked to Cine, ate, called Sab after that.&lt;br /&gt;Met Sab &amp; Nic at Cine. Wanted to watch movie but nope, there was no shows we could watch.&lt;br /&gt;So cabbed down Cathay, checked if there was any nice shows, unfortunately, nope.&lt;br /&gt;So walked to Plaza Sing, nope. No show.&lt;br /&gt;Then cabbed down to Marina Square, checked, nope, no shows at all. Damn shity, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Suntec. Argh, no shows at all.&lt;br /&gt;Then walked over, went Millenia Walk, Candy Empire, bought sweets (:&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back down to Cine, had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Took neoprints, then back home!&lt;br /&gt;Sean bus-ed back with Sab, I trained back with Nic.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, I had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I love you people hell loads alright.&lt;br /&gt;This is so memorable, I think we should do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, I love you guys like so damn much okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Especially you, Sean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, Sab &amp; Nic, you too!&lt;br /&gt;I love you all effing loads, I swear.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wanna go Candy Empire to get my sweets again!&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I'm like real bored now.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;I like the Wonka, Fabulicious, BubbleGum flavour! (:&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'm tired &amp;amp; my legs are aching like mad now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need massage badly! ):&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog tomorrow if I have the time, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I love you guys (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Goh Wei Ning, I LOVE YOU TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I can never afford to lose you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-3195302039395458669?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3195302039395458669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=3195302039395458669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3195302039395458669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/3195302039395458669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-legs-are-aching-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-9075862858213582060</id><published>2007-05-25T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:16:18.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Happy Holidays, people!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt super lazy this week alright.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why, I just felt lazy, super lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept quite late last night, again, chatted with girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't sleep, I felt kinda weird, my room was plain, way too plain already.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning, felt super lazy. Went back to sleep, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend didn't train too, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't had breakfast cause I didn't want to see Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;But then, found out he didn't come. Like, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Went school, first 2period, English, we did composition. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;After that went meet mentor, talked about those bullying cases.&lt;br /&gt;Messaged Boon during mentor meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't paying attention, Audi doesn't care. Most of the swimmers weren't paying attention except for China Rat and Khristine Quek.&lt;br /&gt;School ended early today.&lt;br /&gt;No afternoon training. Mum came at around 11plus to pick me.&lt;br /&gt;Not going training tomorrow, going club, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't went training, (:&lt;br /&gt;Had History &amp; Chinese test. Was okay, not that difficult. Studied last minute for History.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, went AVA. Poh wants to talk to us. He told us how many white cards we got.&lt;br /&gt;Like what the hell, yes. I agreed. We were suppose to have our free period since we don't have art.&lt;br /&gt;But he bloody hell took away one of our free period, so we're only left with one free period.&lt;br /&gt;After the talk, walked back with Sha &amp;amp; Weining, hostel, then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, went training.&lt;br /&gt;Bath-tub didn't train, detention.&lt;br /&gt;Toh didn't train, not feeling well, yeah right toh.&lt;br /&gt;Qing didn't train, went to see doctor. ):&lt;br /&gt;After training, walked back with Boon.&lt;br /&gt;Packed a little while waiting for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Mum bought Noodles &amp; Bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at void deck (: Boon &amp;amp; girlfriend took lots of picture of me &amp; S.&lt;br /&gt;They were bored, so couldn't help. The lamers. (:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Rec room after that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no SST (: ROCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKS :D&lt;br /&gt;Then back to hostel! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload some of this pictures first (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RlZ5qysvuXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/64H6SAeq61Y/s1600-h/%26,+iloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RlZ5qysvuXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/64H6SAeq61Y/s320/%26,+iloveyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068372206722988402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RlZ6TSsvuZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/W5Mj4N0C5kA/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RlZ6TSsvuZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/W5Mj4N0C5kA/s320/DSC00328.JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068372902507690386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RlZ6HCsvuYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q3xVXC0qkvA/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RlZ6HCsvuYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q3xVXC0qkvA/s320/DSC00336.JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068372692054292866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RlZ6tCsvuaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CbhzMvVowgU/s1600-h/%26,+angela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RlZ6tCsvuaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CbhzMvVowgU/s320/%26,+angela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068373344889321890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like a lot more but I'm lazy, yeah. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Boon took all these (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning sleep in, so no morning training.&lt;br /&gt;Had Geog test, studied last minute, so maybe I won't screw that paper that badly.&lt;br /&gt;Had physco. After that went back hostel, slept.&lt;br /&gt;Gym in the afternoon. Our gym works are S-T-U-P-I-D!&lt;br /&gt;We're always doing those stupid stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Ran first, then stretchcords, gym and then swim.&lt;br /&gt;I fell, not really fall. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;After that, SST and blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning training, slack sets.&lt;br /&gt;Had English test. Was okay, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went back hostel, slept.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that I was actually supposed to meet Audi.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I forgot about it, totally forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Slept all the way until 3plus, woke up for training.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, training with yiqing is damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed like mad, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Toh. We kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Jiaolian couldn't stand us, he scolded us, we can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;After training, had SST and blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went training in the morning. As usual, slacked.&lt;br /&gt;Had Maths test.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna fail Maths for Module 4, I'm very sure.&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, went back hostel, slept.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, woke up for training.&lt;br /&gt;Eugene's group got land, we don't.&lt;br /&gt;Fishhh. After training, blahblah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, boring. I skipped a lot of training session this week.&lt;br /&gt;Damnnn, but nevermind. I don't care (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, I'm bored. Messaging Boon now.&lt;br /&gt;Alrighhhht, I'll post again tomorrow if I have the time (:&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Knowing you're in my live makes everything better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-9075862858213582060?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/9075862858213582060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=9075862858213582060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/9075862858213582060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/9075862858213582060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-holidays-people-i-felt-super-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/RlZ5qysvuXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/64H6SAeq61Y/s72-c/%26,+iloveyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-8725464759177308205</id><published>2007-05-19T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:47:30.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I've no idea what it suppose to be.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Nic &amp; Val at Orchard Mrt.&lt;br /&gt;Sab was already at Cine waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know that Kelvin, YaoZhong, Dominic &amp;amp; Vanessa will be there too.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was only going out with Nic, Val &amp; Sab.&lt;br /&gt;They were all at Cine waiting for me, Nic &amp;amp; Val.&lt;br /&gt;We were damn late, I swear, super duper late.&lt;br /&gt;Bought tickets, movie (:&lt;br /&gt;Watched Blades of Glory, I swear, it's damn funny. You should go watch it too (:&lt;br /&gt;The show starts at 3, bought food, went in.&lt;br /&gt;Sat in between Sab &amp; Nic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, all separated (:&lt;br /&gt;As in, we didn't know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;So, me, Nic &amp;amp; Sab cabbed down plaza sing.&lt;br /&gt;Val went to meet her mum at Taka.&lt;br /&gt;The others went fareast, but we saw them at plaza sing.&lt;br /&gt;Sab, me &amp; Nic went Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;Ate ice-cream (:&lt;br /&gt;After that Sab went to meet her mum.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so me and cabbed back to Cine.&lt;br /&gt;Went pastamania. Dinner-ed with her.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn full, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, walked over to Orchard Mrt, took mrt back.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it's damn troublesome for me.&lt;br /&gt;And, it bloody hell took me almost 1hour to reach home.&lt;br /&gt;I should had cab back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, new Wang Wang Bar-Chor-Mee stall downstairs, foodcourt (:&lt;br /&gt;Just opened, mum went down to help just now.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 2nd Wang Wang Bar-Chor-Mee stall.&lt;br /&gt;Dad was kinda way too busy to talk to me just now.&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit them, ahh. Damn new (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Damn, I didn't touch my books at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to study for maths test on monday.&lt;br /&gt;Sighxxzxzxzxz! I bet I'm gonna fail maths test 2.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, thanks Sab for accompanying me.&lt;br /&gt;I messaged her on my way back home cause I was frigging bored.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou so much!&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Module 4 Test 2, Monday, 21 May.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Module 4 Test, Thursday, 24 May.&lt;br /&gt;History Module 4 Test, Thursday, 24 May.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I just realized that there's only 3 test coming up next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yeah! And yes, for training, I'm kinda looking forward for it now.&lt;br /&gt;Although I hate Xie Jiaolian a lot, I'm still looking forward for training next week.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Simple, cause there'll be 2 sleep ins next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morning training only starts at 6.30 am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's gonna be a lot of gym work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There'll be 2 sleep ins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can have more sleep in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I won't be that sleepy in class anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I so wanna train everyday next week, well, I'm already training everyday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah, rocks like shiet right.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, not really.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've to see that frigging bloody coach.&lt;br /&gt;Sighxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxz! I swear he really sucks to dahh fucking core, alright.&lt;br /&gt;I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! :(&lt;br /&gt;Bloody sucker!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm tired. I better go sleep now, eh. Maybe not, maybe I'll just go study.&lt;br /&gt;Well, depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll blog tomorrow if I have the time, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, good night.&lt;br /&gt;Take careeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Bye (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I thank god for your love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-8725464759177308205?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8725464759177308205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=8725464759177308205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8725464759177308205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8725464759177308205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-no-idea-what-it-suppose-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-8490233796735428544</id><published>2007-05-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:40:13.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh, no more screwed blogger.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, another week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not looking forward for school &amp; training next week.&lt;br /&gt;Changed coach, I'm under the other jiaolian.&lt;br /&gt;I hate him a lot, he sucks to the frigging core.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, he's like scolding everyone, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And his sets are like, oh my fucking god. It's way too boring.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can survive, i hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had morning training this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sets were like crap.&lt;br /&gt;Water, freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;After training, had English.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Sha &amp;amp; &lt;s&gt;Elisa&lt;/s&gt; were late for Caroline Lee's class.&lt;br /&gt;She issued as white card, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Had Maths &amp; Science. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I failed two subjects for Module 3.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I rock (:&lt;br /&gt;Failed geog &amp;amp; Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chinese test next week.&lt;br /&gt;Maths test 2 next week.&lt;br /&gt;History test next week.&lt;br /&gt;Geog test next week.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck right, there's like so many test coming up. Sighhhxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;I swear this sucks hell loads, :(&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;But, after the tests, it's the june holidays! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh, I lost my Access Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, anw, where was I?&lt;br /&gt;After that library, blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Went back hostel, slept.&lt;br /&gt;Training was at 3.30pm today.&lt;br /&gt;Sets, same, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked with .. (:&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun, I've been talking to her lately.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that she's not talking about him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning training, sucks (:&lt;br /&gt;Had 2period of history &amp; 2period of Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;And then 2 free period. Went library (:&lt;br /&gt;Went back hostel, slept :D&lt;br /&gt;Went afternoon training, land training.&lt;br /&gt;Ran up &amp;amp; down the stairs, stretchcord, abs &amp; swim.&lt;br /&gt;I love the abs most, we played rolling 'games'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, sleep in :D&lt;br /&gt;Had Chinese, Maths and Geog.&lt;br /&gt;Royston Lee didn't come on that day.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was, whoaaa, so frigging happy.&lt;br /&gt;And then couldn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Went back hostel, slept. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday &amp; Monday;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't remember, sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I've been sleeping a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why, but it's good though.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Okay, going out tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;Orchard, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I better go study, I've hell loads of test coming up, sighxzxzxzzxz.&lt;br /&gt;Mugggggg, but wait, NOT NOW (:&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog tomorrow if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;Good night people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Loving you is a dream come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-8490233796735428544?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8490233796735428544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=8490233796735428544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8490233796735428544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/8490233796735428544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-no-more-screwed-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-568145758454813078</id><published>2007-05-13T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:22:49.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;You'd probably not know how I'm feeling right now, but I can tell you that this feeling sucks.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;You'd probably enjoy talking to him or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have trusted you so much, I didn't know that you would betray my trust.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I've suffered?&lt;br /&gt;I've never suffered so much in my life before, never.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hate you, I seriously don't.&lt;br /&gt;Can you please stop telling me all these stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;If you like him, you can tell me, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;And, thanks for fucking hell doing all these to me.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate it, not. But whatever it is, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know you'll do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;The senior that I loved &amp; trusted the most.&lt;br /&gt;But, nope, no more. I can tell you that, no more.&lt;br /&gt;And that will never happen anymore, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, I detest you, I absolutely detest you , I fucking hell hate you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighxzxzxz. I guess the only one who knows me well is girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I love girlfriend &amp;amp; Sab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Happy &lt;s&gt;Mother's&lt;/s&gt; Day &amp; Happy 13th Birthday &lt;b&gt;Brandon Boon&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Went training just now, wahlao.&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's damn troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Vienna have to like get in &amp; out the pool so frigging hell lots of time cause of the stupid rain.&lt;br /&gt;But training was quite slack.&lt;br /&gt;Did 800m warm up.&lt;br /&gt;Get up (:&lt;br /&gt;Get in :(&lt;br /&gt;100m sprint then warm down. (:&lt;br /&gt;Damn dumb, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, came home. Was playing with Jas.&lt;br /&gt;We were playing some stupid games, then she bloody hell started hitting me for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So I was like chasing her around the whole house with the help of Vienna Lim :D&lt;br /&gt;The both of us were running around.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, we're lousy. Rahhh, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;As long as we enjoyed ourselves, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;Baked cookies after that.&lt;br /&gt;Burnt cookies :D&lt;br /&gt;Giving some to Sab &amp;amp; girlfriend later.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've to go alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do English homework, I didn't learn spelling.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed, please give Angela detention, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;So I'd be able to skip training tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna train tomorrow, sighxzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people!&lt;br /&gt;I love you Sab.&lt;br /&gt;I love you S.&lt;br /&gt;I love you girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Your eyes are the brightest of all the colours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-568145758454813078?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/568145758454813078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=568145758454813078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/568145758454813078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/568145758454813078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/05/youd-probably-not-know-how-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766214173104256932.post-6806876958858178970</id><published>2007-05-12T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T21:58:56.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I felt terrible, horrible &amp; everything.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with girlfriend today.&lt;br /&gt;Met her at vivo at 12.&lt;br /&gt;I was late, 41mins late. Yeah, traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;Went Candy Empire, bought jellybeans and sweets.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to get my 5th Nike bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray that I don't lose this again anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Trained down to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Lucky Plaza, had Mac for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, walked down to Heeren, saw this nice pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dragging Mum along tomorrow if I'm going there again.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'll just ask my mum to get it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Cine, bought shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Kelvin, he was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;We already know that he might be going there but we weren't that sure.&lt;br /&gt;Sean told us that he might be there.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was Kelvin who saw us.&lt;br /&gt;He tapped me, he was alone.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, he was waiting for YaoZhong, Val &amp;amp; Nic.&lt;br /&gt;So he followed me and girlfriend up to the highest level, checked movie, waited for them.&lt;br /&gt;YaoZhong came, still waiting for Nic &amp; Val.&lt;br /&gt;They were damn frigging slow.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't watch any movies in the end cause it was way past the time.&lt;br /&gt;So, we walked down to Shaw House, went lido.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, no shows.&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin and YaoZhong then went off cause Nic &amp;amp; Val were sort of wasting their time.&lt;br /&gt;Left with me, girlfriend, Nic &amp; Val.&lt;br /&gt;Sat there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to Plaza Sing.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Mother's day gift for mum, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Walked down to I don't know where.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend had to leave after eating.&lt;br /&gt;She went off after eating.&lt;br /&gt;Left with me, Nic &amp; Val.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to Cine after eating.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around. Yeah, then back home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting &lt;u&gt;her&lt;/u&gt;, I turned to some super duper quiet girl.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda boring for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she was talking about S again.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand it, told S about it.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really talk, just messaged S and told him what she said.&lt;br /&gt;She told me what actually happened this morning.&lt;br /&gt;So, told S about it, he said she was lying.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, girlfriend knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you told me that I was super quiet, super dao.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;You were the one, turning me into some fucking quiet girl.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to be quiet either, it was way too boring for me.&lt;br /&gt;But I really have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;I'd really appreciate it if you stop talking about him.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really hates it.&lt;br /&gt;Were you lying to me? Or he was just all along lying to me trying to cover things &amp;amp; stuffs for you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But I trust him, I know S would never do this kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;It will either be you or him.&lt;br /&gt;Like what I've said, I trust him.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the missing stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for saying that you missed my voice, my laughter, my retard-ness.&lt;br /&gt;That was sweet enough, but, yeah, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, thanks for everything you've done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, whatever Angela.&lt;br /&gt;Don't intend to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Should I go to the club tomorrow to train?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Although she went there with us, I still enjoyed myself today.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thighs are still aching.&lt;br /&gt;Ache like shiet, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks S for messaging me too.&lt;br /&gt;I love you S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll blog again tomorrow if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;Good night people.&lt;br /&gt;Sab, I missed you hell loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ You've made a place for yourself in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766214173104256932-6806876958858178970?l=black-blueberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6806876958858178970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3766214173104256932&amp;postID=6806876958858178970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6806876958858178970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766214173104256932/posts/default/6806876958858178970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-blueberry.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-felt-terrible-horrible-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05392551745377362578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEClURLahcY/SKWhYX33dFI/AAAAAAAAALI/A1c0Fijywg8/S220/DSC00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
