<?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-31194080</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:57:34.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>urban&amp;co</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-3084611678091243950</id><published>2007-04-15T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T03:20:19.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOVED &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/girlpowersolidarity"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/girlpowersolidarity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMISSYOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-3084611678091243950?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/3084611678091243950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=3084611678091243950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/3084611678091243950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/3084611678091243950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/04/moved-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-8342101779828917478</id><published>2007-04-05T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:37:51.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys. i doubt i will use blogspot anymore.. moving to xanga.  will post my site address sometime later (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it can happen to anyone, say you will forgive me, anyone can fail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to lose you...  ( im not going to fucking cry again )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-8342101779828917478?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/8342101779828917478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=8342101779828917478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/8342101779828917478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/8342101779828917478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-1209084315041268218</id><published>2007-03-25T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:36:43.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. how silly can i be sometimes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; forgot the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;user name&lt;/span&gt; to this account but i figure it what. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realising i have not been updating for a zillion years, maybe more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been running round &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; lately. so ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month is seriously the month of SWEET SIXTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THOSE MARCH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BABYS&lt;/span&gt; JACKASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just jealous that i have to wait till 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;. but deep now inside i don't want that day to come. I STILL WANT TO BE YOUNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;oh ya&lt;/span&gt;.. finally got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;taekwando&lt;/span&gt; black belt &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hapkido&lt;/span&gt; second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those late nights out already being i just been out last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bowling competition been hard... one thing that really meant to is TRUCKLOADS OF THANKS TO THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CHEERLEADERS&lt;/span&gt; OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;IJ&lt;/span&gt; BOWLING TEAM. there's this point, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ayleen&lt;/span&gt;&amp;mine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;aes&lt;/span&gt; guy lanes got some problems so as to delay the game. in the end the whole bowling was cheering for us. oh man. that was totally AWESOME. even though i didn't bowl to what i want but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ayleen&lt;/span&gt; did. I STILL LIKE THAT FEELING. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; it's the cheering that keep me going.. love you guys! not forgetting the coaches(:  two more events to go.. you go girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-1209084315041268218?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/1209084315041268218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=1209084315041268218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/1209084315041268218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/1209084315041268218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/03/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-1615729663374028995</id><published>2007-03-17T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T09:30:48.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IM A HAPPY GIRL &amp; NO ONE CAN CHANGE THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lots happen (good &amp;amp; bad) but im just too lazy to write it all down. want to know just ask me, i will tell you if i want to. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"THE COLOUR GREEN ARE MADE TO BE ADORE BY ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I seriously love my new green num shirt. mega-watt smile to go with it :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-1615729663374028995?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/1615729663374028995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=1615729663374028995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/1615729663374028995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/1615729663374028995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-happy-girl-no-one-can-change-that.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-6491037426830826113</id><published>2007-03-04T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T09:32:38.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e3KhksJ9fIo/ReqVwCP5cqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rbH256FUbHk/s1600-h/camp+085(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038003785637130914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e3KhksJ9fIo/ReqVwCP5cqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rbH256FUbHk/s320/camp+085(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fionn&lt;/span&gt; said we are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the runaway kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being retarded. i added in the word 'retarded'. it suit the picture alright. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I, Francesca tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ru&lt;/span&gt; am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;qualified&lt;/span&gt; to say this week been a bitch. except for the party i went to on sat. I can't get why i can't concentrate in school as before. people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; gossip about you when they are just beside you. bowling been stressful, i still can't get the damn bowling right. This sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been raining for the past days. good and bad.. Good, its cooling and really nice to have a nap. Bad, basically i been out so i can't enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;breeze&lt;/span&gt; and the rain drops falling, worst of all, knowing i hate carrying um&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;brella&lt;/span&gt; out, as it become a nuisance when i don't have to use it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i seriously got to stop signing, my father say its bad as it will make me older. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; bad being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; only fifteen going on sixteen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt; this remind me of the song "i am sixteen going on seventeen" from the sound of music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I WANT MY GUMMY BEARS-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yummi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-6491037426830826113?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/6491037426830826113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=6491037426830826113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/6491037426830826113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/6491037426830826113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/04/fionn-said-we-are-runaway-kids-being.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e3KhksJ9fIo/ReqVwCP5cqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rbH256FUbHk/s72-c/camp+085(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-4870318835275477732</id><published>2007-02-24T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T07:37:59.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;back from self-awareness camp. well it was alright.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;PART1 &amp; 2! haha  photo-taking and sleeping are those of enjoying times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;didn't know jade and fionn knew me that much. thanks guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS FOUR//FIVE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-4870318835275477732?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/4870318835275477732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=4870318835275477732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/4870318835275477732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/4870318835275477732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-from-self-awareness-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-6723656834446049067</id><published>2007-02-18T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T20:54:45.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reporting there's a lion dancing now at the unit below my house. BEWARE of the banging of drum and flying oranges peel! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CHINESE&lt;/span&gt; NEW YEAR TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;U'ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-6723656834446049067?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/6723656834446049067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=6723656834446049067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/6723656834446049067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/6723656834446049067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/02/reporting-theres-lion-dancing-now-at.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-364391137211733665</id><published>2007-02-18T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T20:55:34.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;today its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; new year eve. Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; to all! had dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;magdelene&lt;/span&gt; and family at bottle tree(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;the food was alright.*stares at mags. talked, laugh-- after dinner drank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt;. we each had a fortune cookies too. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wrote" There is romance and mystery in your future- 7912" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;talked the night away with the wind blowing..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;count down at home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt; watching different channel. was bored and decide i should use the com instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; bored. HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032571466273205714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e3KhksJ9fIo/RddJFbn7LdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S9md2qlXNlo/s320/PHOT0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;magdelene&lt;/span&gt; who love elephants*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;goodnight-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-364391137211733665?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/364391137211733665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=364391137211733665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/364391137211733665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/364391137211733665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-its-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e3KhksJ9fIo/RddJFbn7LdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S9md2qlXNlo/s72-c/PHOT0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-5026820613496427292</id><published>2007-02-15T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:09:56.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well been busy with school or just simply too lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VALENTINO! &lt;em&gt;"mac breakfast. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;choco&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;orea&lt;/span&gt; cake and watch DOA at night- its a awesome movie"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" thanks for all the gifts! I love you all:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seiriol&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;belnice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ming&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fionn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vanessa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ariel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;adeline&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;geri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;marilynn&lt;/span&gt; aka sexy eyes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pearlynn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mandy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt; aka who bully me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tay&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cher&lt;/span&gt;, jade-meow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;christabel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;yuva&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;evlin&lt;/span&gt;, and everyone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;IJ&lt;/span&gt; who i didn't mention sorry. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &amp; those who send me sweet valentine messages. I feel so loved! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Student Leader Investiture &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; enjoy the drama (:" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; emotionless now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; to Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;while it going to be awhile when i post again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; i feel like running till my body drop dead.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-5026820613496427292?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/5026820613496427292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=5026820613496427292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/5026820613496427292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/5026820613496427292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-been-busy-with-school-or-just.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116994041510723975</id><published>2007-01-27T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:30:38.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/1600/218522/PHOT0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/158090/PHOT0267.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a typical 6days as passed for the week. today is the last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well can't sleep again. thats explain why im awake this every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically have not been blogging since 12jan (if im not wrong), was busy with school&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think i will much time to spend on the computer till my Os are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still want to be a teenager not yet an adult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to nyp open house yesterday, just didn't have the feeling that im ready for after-the-Olevels life. get what i mean.. wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS! stop looking at the opposite side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's many wonderful things not done...getting them done with all my friends will be the cherry on top of the chocolate fondue fountain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sorry if my post are boring but my brain don't seem to be working in the morning.MYBAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. much love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116994041510723975?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116994041510723975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116994041510723975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116994041510723975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116994041510723975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/01/typical-6days-as-passed-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116854969963138445</id><published>2007-01-12T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T09:34:53.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY KOR KOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;going to have a surprise breakfast(mac) and cake later when we(the family) wake him up! cant wait to see his face. hahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time reporting:5.03. hah plan to do my homework but realise i dont have to hand them in today. yeah you know... i end up using the com and let my homeworks rott on my table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. going to take my bathe soon.. the birthday surprise! and im off to school (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dearest auntie kat.lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;why must you go just like that? without a single goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you said you will come back, to visit us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;how can you not know the cause of her death?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;why is it cremated in New York when the cause it not yet be found?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"held a simple memorial, there will NOT be another one for friends and well-wishers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i dont understand all this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Coach Katherine Lee. You will always be in our hearts now and forever. we will always remember the love and tips for bowling. Your fighting spirit will always be part of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;goodbye, may you be jubilant in heaven. rest in peace &amp; god bless....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116854969963138445?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116854969963138445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116854969963138445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116854969963138445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116854969963138445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-17th-birthday-kor-kor-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116827045238448621</id><published>2007-01-08T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:34:12.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN FELICIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and in 30mins time.. its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hah you girls are one year older. wahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well finally the bowling shirt design and my art proposal are done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the radio FM98.7 is simply blasting now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the air-con is on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning. time to turn in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodie nights*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116827045238448621?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116827045238448621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116827045238448621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116827045238448621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116827045238448621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-sweet-sixteen-felicia-and-in.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116791385287950807</id><published>2007-01-04T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T04:37:18.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM back from town with jiayi.. hang around, dance a bit and just chilling before the real studying starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks girl for helping me opening up to the world, able to socialise much easier.(guess I will take a year to know all her friends. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have no idea but recently I been talking to taxi uncles about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;today uncle was really laughable and awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uncle has 3son and a daughter. being the daughter 18years. His sons 16, 14 and 12 respectively. hah they are in martial arts too! taeknowdo. and the uncle admit his maths is good. looking at the age of his children, ALL EVEN NUMBERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about ploy and jc. really informative. the world had change ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;there was this point I ask the uncle whether he experience anyone run out of the taxi without paying. answers: uncountable. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one incident was: this tattoo man took out two handphone and ask "which handphone you want me to use to call my friend to bring down the money?" LOL the man was dumb or dumb.. the taxi uncle was really sweet. letting him off. (actually to think about it. there's nothing much to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the talking goes on.. about his kangpong life, the different people he met ever since he became a taxi driver, taxi driving actually improve ones memory, ect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ohya. the uncle note:&lt;br /&gt;1) its not really necessary to learn driving in Singapore, having all the public transport.&lt;br /&gt;2) he don't believe people could actually fail driving. being driving ain't that difficult. its the government that make it difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;make sense though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;before I left the taxi. the uncle told me " you're the most friendly person I ever met. In the future be careful, being the world will change over time and don't be taken advantage of. have a nice day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made my day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;school was alright. IM in sec4/5, the through-train programme. hah there's only 23 in the class. NICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. guess I shall start on my geog research now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till than toodless.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116791385287950807?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116791385287950807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116791385287950807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116791385287950807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116791385287950807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back-from-town-with-jiayi.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116771589190925261</id><published>2007-01-02T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:31:31.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the end of 2006. HAPPY NEW 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its great being with my toodless(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all who had touch my life. May it be hatred or liked. I still appreciated you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was filled with up and down makes it the cherry on top of a icy-chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its the new year. I bet it will be awesome! IM excited....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/910069/2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ps: sorry if your pic is not in there.. i tried my best!  anyhow. HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kissoff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116771589190925261?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116771589190925261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116771589190925261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116771589190925261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116771589190925261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-end-of-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116680449668249246</id><published>2006-12-22T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:23:18.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Natural Beauty!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whattypeofbeautyareyouquiz/natural-beauty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the kind of beauty that every guy dreams about...One that looks good in the morning - without a stich of makeupThat's doesn't mean you're a total hippie chic thoughYou have style, but for you, style is effortless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Beauty Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Date A Japanese Guy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/japan.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're an interesting blend of traditional and modernAnd a Japanese guy is likely to be on your wavelengthMaybe you'll show your love by dying your hair the same colorOr get married in a traditional white kimono!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; Foreign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol a japanese guy.. maybe its true. well its just a test... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah playing game on msn with jade now. vera is annoying me about ants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally i pack my luggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more day least to finish up my undo things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to games. hahah.... first time i find msn games quite fun(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116680449668249246?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116680449668249246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116680449668249246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116680449668249246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116680449668249246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-natural-beautyyoure-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116671301053142827</id><published>2006-12-21T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T06:56:50.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED ALERT: IM SICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep is what I do all day long.. (jade only know how to wake me and ask me to go to the ZOO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyaya. watch Night in the museum at shawn house with my younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. it was a great movie.. laughable, the monkey was so playful(when it stick its tongue out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AND WATCH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SHOPPING ALERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/35230/PHOT0214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/686969/PHOT0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;out with leonie. planned to go to tan but was afraid it will rain which turn out it was a sunny-nice day... well at least we SHOP. met gillian(her friend) at bugis.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got leonie's pink T10 Sony camera. NICE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and its about 4hours shopping around bugis street ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that our legs became jelly. hah not that serious but yeah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;go out soon leonie! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel cold now and my fan is not even on.. guess im really sick.. and jade is being kind annoying me! haha listening to Nasty girl by nitty now... thats just random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rah.. I still got lots to do before I leave for Taiwan. the worst I have not even started packing. thats bad. hope I can get everything done before Sunday. which mean I got 2days left... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and in&lt;strong&gt; 2hours and 5mins&lt;/strong&gt; time is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SEIRIOL NG HUI SAN 15th BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I better go off now. and try starting on my list of "to do things"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;till then......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116671301053142827?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116671301053142827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116671301053142827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116671301053142827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116671301053142827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/12/red-alert-im-sick-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116649533026020823</id><published>2006-12-18T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T18:28:50.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>contiune from previous post due to some problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/348377/PHOT0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/216805/PHOT0272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/548545/PHOT0275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/279692/PHOT0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;still raining.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;good day to sleep but there lots to be done.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got to get moving.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116649533026020823?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116649533026020823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116649533026020823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116649533026020823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116649533026020823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/12/contiune-from-previous-post-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116649500801830878</id><published>2006-12-18T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T18:23:28.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS BEEN RAINING SINCE I CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BADBADBAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday..hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-went J8 with Felicia&lt;br /&gt;-randomly hop on into bus 13&lt;br /&gt;-travel all the way to upper east coast bus interchange (its really small to be a bus interchange)&lt;br /&gt;-took bus 13 back to bishan.. ( wanted to have durian[D24] at geylang but it was raining )&lt;br /&gt;-train to yishun&lt;br /&gt;-shuttle bus to sembawang shopping centre&lt;br /&gt;-hang out with leonie, who claims she's working.&lt;br /&gt;-the best part of the day is - eating durian at night while walking in the rain back home. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;-went home to put down my things&lt;br /&gt;-went to felicia's house to dance, take pics and to kill time!&lt;br /&gt;-had a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self note: never have a conflict between relatives. It may turn ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/365461/PHOT0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/430755/PHOT0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/209679/PHOT0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/868997/PHOT0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116649500801830878?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116649500801830878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116649500801830878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116649500801830878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116649500801830878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-raining-since-i-cant-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116631597115914659</id><published>2006-12-16T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T16:39:31.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s the Sunday morning and its raining. Just perfect to kick start the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, CHRISTMAS'S COMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas shopping is in a madrush&lt;br /&gt;Presents to be brought&lt;br /&gt;Gifts to be wrap&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping paper to be brought&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think I’ll be sending any Christmas card this year. Haha mybad (even though I wanted to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay finally I thought of my very first Christmas wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make my very own teddy bear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when you can dress it up like a Barbie doll and lots more..&lt;br /&gt;(Sound wrong) well I still want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other wish is for you to found out and for me to know. After all it’s a &lt;em&gt;WISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WISHING YOU&lt;br /&gt;A MAGICAL MERRY CHRISMAS&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;A JOYOUS HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Till then….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116631597115914659?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116631597115914659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116631597115914659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116631597115914659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116631597115914659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-sunday-morning-and-its-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116540443011686805</id><published>2006-12-06T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T03:27:10.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i was back from phuket on the first of dec.. but was too lazy to blog...&lt;br /&gt;PHUKET WAS WOO!&lt;br /&gt;learn thai dance, boxing, language(write and speak), flower art and best of all chilling at the beach and shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/927151/PHOT0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;did my hair! it's blur though...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/251/3364/320/922051/PHOT0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my beloved PUFFERFISH! isn't it cute? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be going back in june 2007... i miss dolly, joyce, au, and i cant remember their names, who i met at phuket.. anyhow i enjoy myself(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been going out, going back to school, working and just simply partying...&lt;br /&gt;not done any homework...&lt;br /&gt;clean my room, but it still look messy.. ahaha who's cares? my mum&lt;br /&gt;the list go on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. and TAIWAN! on the 24dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before school starts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos. off to meet my dearest... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE BEAM*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116540443011686805?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116540443011686805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116540443011686805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116540443011686805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116540443011686805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-actually-i-was-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116442353433084627</id><published>2006-11-25T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T20:08:41.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Flying off to the GLORIOUS PACIFIC OCEAN SURF TONIGHT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to see a guy wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hawaiian shirt buttoned to the top with a proper necktie hanging from the collar and board short with golden tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;fashion icon- NOT so hot-YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;leaving for taiwan on the 19dec too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS toooooodles.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116442353433084627?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116442353433084627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116442353433084627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116442353433084627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116442353433084627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/11/yayness-flying-off-to-glorious-pacific.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116429995555754284</id><published>2006-11-24T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T03:30:19.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A second of laughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a lady who was driving, stops upon the red light. but the funny thing was, the traffic light turn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.... till cars. I mean CARS hit their hon like there's no tomorrow. soon this police man came forward.&lt;br /&gt;" WHY ARE YOU WAITING FOR YOUR FAVORITE COLOUR APPEAR?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haahahahaha...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116429995555754284?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116429995555754284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116429995555754284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116429995555754284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116429995555754284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/11/second-of-laughter.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116429091641378087</id><published>2006-11-23T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:08:36.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 words for YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YOU ARE SO FUCK UP IN RELATIONSHIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;this can't be happening... I'm actually having "is this true" about my younger brother's PLSE result.&lt;br /&gt;one: which result I'm the lowest between the three siblings&lt;br /&gt;two: good that he did well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I can't except the fact that I did so badly compare to them. even thought my dad told me, it's okay as you are doing great in secondary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know why I feel so slam in the face about his result and that marks really make a different now. though having a mindset that exams is not everything in ones life, there more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling really suck... I don't know how I can face my brother anymore, and I simply tear when I hear his name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.. I got my very first salary! I'm really all over it... [it's not that much I earn]&lt;br /&gt;but the level of satisfaction is rising!&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is my parents esp my mum don't really care. "oh only that much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at least I had fun right and I this is my first time going out there to earn my first hot-hard cash!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel like a fucked-up bitch now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like drinking, dance till I drop. to kill those stupid feeling in me right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the quiet need of silent will be fine...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-this is so unfair... i just was to be a happy fifteen year old girl.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[21nov can be called the best day i even had, there's many reason beside it though.. hahah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116429091641378087?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116429091641378087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116429091641378087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116429091641378087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116429091641378087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/11/7-words-for-you-you-are-so-fuck-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116373288521749731</id><published>2006-11-16T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:08:09.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;15th OF NOVEMBER 2006&lt;/span&gt;- a day that turn into chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly:&lt;br /&gt;was suppose for Tata young perform for her second english album, Temperature Rising at St James power station. but my friend cant get it, being too young. worst thing was the tickets was won from power98..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly:&lt;br /&gt;I actually should get in, being the age limit for ladies is 18. I LOOK OLD! oh mann. BAD BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly:&lt;br /&gt;wanted to catch a movie. and it happen to be the whole cinema was reserve for some event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth:&lt;br /&gt;we end up at this unknown place looking for an ATM. no luck, went to parkway mall in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth:&lt;br /&gt;went fish and co for dinner, got an headache due to the live singer, the way the woman sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six:&lt;br /&gt;the meal has such a big portion. sorry but it only gave me a bad stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shall not talk about that day anymore. it only make me sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YEAH! going to meet Livingston later for lunch!&lt;/span&gt; I'm off. CIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's really shock me, to know" whether I'm in love with someone"&lt;br /&gt;of all people it got to be that one person...&lt;br /&gt;-speechless- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116373288521749731?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116373288521749731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116373288521749731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116373288521749731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116373288521749731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/11/15th-of-november-2006-day-that-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116331937328402895</id><published>2006-11-12T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:16:13.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Early Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;At 3.50am&lt;br /&gt;Pretty wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Listening to sadden music&lt;br /&gt;For no particular reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in deep thoughts, you couldn’t imagine&lt;br /&gt;Of what?&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure about that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do tears come at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in tears of memories&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much your heart couldn’t see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is missing…..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT1289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116331937328402895?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116331937328402895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116331937328402895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116331937328402895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116331937328402895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/11/early-sunday-morning-at-3.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116300748010956863</id><published>2006-11-08T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:38:00.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY BLOG IS IN A PROCESS OF ROTTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just too lazy to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;went ice-skating and watch flush away with cherre and bella on monday! hah. guess who kept falling?! FLUSH AWAY was CUTE and HILARIOUS! go catch it if you have not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;afterwhich went over to bella's place to watch Bring It On 2!. BFH!! ahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;had maths today. and went to jade's house. FINALLY WE LEARN THE SOS DANCE MOVES! watch She's The Man. off we are on our way to school for the through-train meeting... going for through-train for sure(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW i'm sleepy but i dont feel like sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyaya.. i change my nails colour!, after the comment by beatrice saying the colour is so gay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116300748010956863?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116300748010956863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116300748010956863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116300748010956863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116300748010956863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-blog-is-in-process-of-rotting-i.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116241604339361209</id><published>2006-11-01T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:20:43.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It’s practically 4:o9 in the morning. Just woke up since I slept at 5plus... like what did I do. Erm went to school for maths, I mean maths classes for sec 4. As the O levels have been push forward. After which was lunch and library with jade and Ming Hui. HAH! I became a piggy after choosing which book I’m going to borrow while they were simply reading. ZZZZZZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minghui left for guides. Jade, me went for job hunt at primary school in sembawang and sembawang. gave stupid reasons to escape the guards on duty "we are buying books for our younger brother, who is in primary one." when the REAL reason is. We are looking whether the bookshop needs help during the sales of schoolbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up; some said they had hired workers before hand. while some said they are not in charge of this, that we have to go and look for their boss. RWAH. at least we try! walk and walk and was caught in the rain. But it's fun. went to jade house to slack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cat name pet was so cute! Hang around before walking all the way home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! - Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;had self-training with Jamie from 11-unknown. and school training from 3-5plus. went home and got ready for Halloween... didn't really know what to wear and stuff. cab down to Jiayi place. gosh her mum is up to fashion. love the dress. which became part of my outfit. was seriously late. Jiayi’s mum drove us down to belle's place. THANKS AUNTIE! had the make-ups and finishing touches done. Cherre- a gypsies, Bella- a cat, Jiayi- a bunny?hahah and me- a bat. HAHA all of us are suppose to be dead. headed off for trick a threat. but it wasn't really a success as some people were late. SORRY!! headed for town! walked down the street of orchard like nobody business.. IT WAS AWESOME.... soon all this got to be bring to an end. Bella’s mum-boyfriend drove us home, SO SWEET THANKS! first cherre back and to Jiayi's house. hang around at her place before going home. Time reporting 12.45? took picture and all...&lt;br /&gt;cab home.. was told by mummy that I was grounded for 2weeks as I told her that I will be home by 11pm and it's already pass 1am through message.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mummy by its Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;the night being back home was really awful. (don’t feel like talking about it now)&lt;br /&gt;lights off at 2plus in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well to think about it. I’m 15 and I’m still out pass 1am. with my friends and in cab back home by myself. of cause my mum was worried. guess I was too carried away when the holidays begin. THE FUN WILL NOT END HERE... btw. my mum told me the next day that I was not grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you this. that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUUMMY I'M REALLY SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(picture will be up soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;planning in process.&lt;br /&gt;today: school and training&lt;br /&gt;Friday: cherre to esplanade? Jade’s house to help her with her room? aiya. I will see when that day comes in oneday time. HAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Off to somewhere. either back to bed, TV or here..... ciao!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116241604339361209?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116241604339361209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116241604339361209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116241604339361209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116241604339361209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-practically-4o9-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116177308632124197</id><published>2006-10-25T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T03:56:42.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PICTURE POST! -&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biennale - haha, yet to get it from seiriol! talking about that. the number of badges we collected, I can just open a shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/bleedlikeeff%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in school for the open studio 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/bleedlikeeff%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hah. waiting for the train...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;went to meet LC, while abby and fionn went for dinner at no-idea where... hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/frans%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;here. CAMWHORE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/rolled%20up%20money%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this.. haha - the result of passing your money to lc, she will simply roll them up and tie it with a receipt. NOTHING BETTER TO DO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pool was boring, haha. -stare at lc. Had Ice Coffee for the first time. took me till 2am to finish it lar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;NEXT--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The Best Monday Ever- only 11 people came. Had a social graces and dining etiquette class.. Result= super duper Great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/snapshot%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;seriously it was a radom shot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/snapshot%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;gangsters-for-the-day-soup. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday- sentosa and pool with cherre, jia yi, bella and veron! (pictures up soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-TWO fire drill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-watch TWO movie, short ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-wrapped and make chirstmas gifts for kids (a shoe box project)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Food Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;guess this what pretty much happen..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BEST OF ALL-- was planning to scare ming hui went she's coming out of the toilet, my face was like somehow right infront of the door. who knows &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;will PUSH the door&lt;/span&gt; open. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SLAM&lt;/span&gt; with a ouch that hurt! the door went straight into my face. my nose &amp; my teeth bite my lower lips. next thing I was on the floor with a&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; pool of blood&lt;/span&gt;! haha. not so serious. just blood on my lip... Great. wash up and rush for bowling meeting....*thanks for laughing* bunch of idiots... WATCH OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOL TOMORROW &amp;amp; I"M OFF TO KOTA TINGGI HIKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*ITS MAGICAL**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116177308632124197?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116177308632124197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116177308632124197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116177308632124197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116177308632124197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/10/picture-post-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116109639207009044</id><published>2006-10-17T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:08:12.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Another You by Cascada!&lt;/span&gt; my most recently number 1 songs *weee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to adeline house for a movie marathon! it's pretty much know as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; movie: You,Me and Dupree. not even 30min of the movie. "let change show" haha it's was super duper boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt;: imagine you and me. that's nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;third&lt;/strong&gt;: my super ex-girlfriend.. the begin was super. haha. before long, like say 10mins. we are off to a pizza hut lunch! tharshini at last came. woman. you are so late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I tell you everything, everything I tell you.. He.. Looks... Like A MAN!"&lt;br /&gt;"you need a chill pill and small fries"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MISS SWAN&gt; NI SHI TOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch.. took the bus down to school to edit the Japan video with Nat and Belnice. who turn out to be the 3s who COULD come! we are happily editing and all of a sudden the whole file just shut down... Ms low came to help.." did you all save it'?" we were like YA!. tears almost flowing down...&lt;br /&gt;BUT luckily the videos are till there, we just have to re-edit it. one thing I hate to do video works using apple.&lt;br /&gt;1: we have to go through a lot of heart attacks&lt;br /&gt;2: it's super slow.&lt;br /&gt;finish up my A1 works for the Japan trip too. yay-ness at last it's DONE.&lt;br /&gt;manage to have the first one 1/2days of whole trip done.&lt;br /&gt;which means there's nine 1/2 more days to go,&lt;br /&gt;which mean we got to stay back real late again tomorrow. having the deadly deadline to be Thursday. talking about that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Open Studio 2006&lt;br /&gt;venue: CHIJ (toa payoh) secondary&lt;br /&gt;time: 7.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;do come if you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trained home. got to carry my "hand" which is my escalate artwork.. haha. the middle finger is gone! having the whole sculpture to be exploded in the knit. thanks for that Ariel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathe and re-painted my nails. hahah. I admit I'm not gentle enough for destroying it just after I painted them last night. and the stupid-est thing.- I forgot to put the top coat. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;had my dinner and watch Maggie and me. at last I could enjoy tv time once again after the exams which cause me for being tv-brain dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;chilling out at the computer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for the singapore Biennale tomorrow~ can't wait to see those artworks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;COW + EARTHQUAKE = &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MILKSHAKE!&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/31194080-116109639207009044?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116109639207009044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116109639207009044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116109639207009044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116109639207009044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/10/listening-to-another-you-by-cascada-my.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-116066458555225157</id><published>2006-10-12T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T07:53:50.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my aura turing to THUNDERLOUD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I seriously can't stand you anymore! can you just drop that irritating or shall I say childish mind of yours?! stop saying I love you to HIM. get a life, hello he have a girlfriend! what? do you think he will wait for someone like you?=CMI. you are pathetic, go into depression for all I care! BITCH-SPOILED BRAT-ODD DUCK! get the picture, guess not. you having the mind of a 9years old when you are 15. that's explain why......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ps: it has always been you. just except the fact, could you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-116066458555225157?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/116066458555225157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=116066458555225157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116066458555225157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/116066458555225157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-aura-turing-to-thunderloud-i.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115980909846151559</id><published>2006-10-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T08:43:46.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1) who did you last go out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2) what do you want to receive on your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;things that can't be buy even with money; pricless gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3) reach your hand out to the right. what do you touch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;white papers! for the printer`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4) what time did you sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12midnight! peek-a-boo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5) what's the wallpaper on your computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the group picture of the last day in JAPAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6) what do you hear besides the computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the fan, 'be next to you' by someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7) do you agree to the saying "to forgive is to forget"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not at all`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8) when, where was the last time tears started to roll down your cheek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;last night; on my bed (sing me to sleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9) what/who makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the smile on your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10) what makes you sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i hate this question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11) what are your favorite books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rachel Cohn's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12) what would you like to have right at this moment which seems totally impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for my sweetest dream to come true! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13) who will you turn to if you have a huge problem that not all your friends know about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my tears.. is that someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;14) what's your favorite song at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I Could Get Used to This by The Veronicas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;15) what's the last song that kept singing in your mind last night before you sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;where you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;16) what's the best event that happened last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;17) where did you go today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;school- chinese paper 1 and ss exam papers and it's home, im feel like a homie girl now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;18) last thing you eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;biscults with coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;19) who were you with? were they cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the tv, watched America's Next Top Model! YES! they are. *cover girl*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;20) have you gone to the beach just w/ your buddies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;21) do you love sunsets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;22) when is your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2ND JULY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;23) what are your wishes for your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*secret*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;24) who do you wanna be w/ on the day of your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;someone* deep down inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;25) have you ever felt that you've been taken for granted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ya. once, it really hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;26) things/s you regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not doing my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;27) is there anything else you want to do besides answering this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;talk to someone over the phone NOW! but bet they are all alseep... it's 12.45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;28) what's the most important sentence/s that lingers in your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;being beautiful does not make one happy.do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;29) is there someone you're missing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maybe**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;30) do you love someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;every minute of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;got this from abby's blog. i can't sleep that's explain me from doing this survey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cheers GOOD NIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;**Yo mama so fat when she tripped over on 4th Ave, she landed on 12th **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115980909846151559?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115980909846151559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115980909846151559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115980909846151559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115980909846151559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/10/1-who-did-you-last-go-out-withschool2.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115919373413760665</id><published>2006-09-25T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T07:15:34.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HADY OFFICIALLY WON SINGAPORE IDOL 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually always wanted JON to win this time round, but due to last night performance, it got to be HADY.. SINGAPORE YOU DID THE RIGHT THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hah. The best thing I simply didn't catch 90% of Singapore Idol, basically it's a waste of time. Yet I can't wait to know the winner.. OPPS. HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HADY HADY HADY**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay you can stop it now Francesca!. GO BACK AND TAKE YOUR BUTT BACK WITH SOVA AND ENGLISH!!! Wish Me All The Best For Tomorrow Paper!!! AND ORAL. HAh Mr Armstrong....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115919373413760665?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115919373413760665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115919373413760665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115919373413760665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115919373413760665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/09/hady-officially-won-singapore-idol-2.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115903211706858918</id><published>2006-09-23T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:41:43.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OBS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Day one;&lt;br /&gt;after assembly; and it's also the day when we welcome our new principle!&lt;br /&gt;back to the point. took a bus down to punggol jetty. saw canberra secondary settling down. omg and I freaking saw my primary school friends too!- Joel, roman, Yanto, Hazwan, Yazrin and the list goes on....Hazwan was literally noisy!&lt;br /&gt;after our goodbyes to Ms Nicole teo, we took a boat down to Camp 2 and assembly at the parade square where we are divide into group. My turn out to be LIVINGSTON, actually its spell without the E.. Well it doesn't really matter. LIVINGSTONE STILL ROCK LIKE A BIG STONE! Our instructor was Florence. she's really awesome(:&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich we went to check out the store which kept all the things needed for this camp. By the way we are in mobile. had our lunch, Orea and moochly bars...and we are off to start the activities. played this caterpillar game, that's funny. next was a trusting game. *you will only know what is trust when you have been through it* Amazing. BELAYING. This really fun and I learn a new skill and the road of trust increases. got to work with the three guys, as it's 4 to a group.. aiyayya, the group members are Kamilah, Sharon, Pei wen, Irsyirah, Jannah, Bennie, Akmal, Adrian from Changkat Changi Secondary and Cherlynn, Alyssa, Shao Chen, Amanda Deborah, Angie, Michelle and me from IJ!&lt;br /&gt;after belaying we went to pack our bags for the next few days when we are going to camp out. When that's done. we learn how to pitch the tents, which will be our beds for the next four nights. DINNER. we got to do outdoor cooking, had rice, bake beans and hot dogs. knew how to cook rice without a rice cooker. We had our bathe and light off was 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day Two.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5.30am! unpitch the tent and finish off with the packing of the bags. wore our harness and we went to meet Florence. hah was early as usual. Got to sing a morning song. what's better singing a song when we are all so sleepy. just great. it's goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm alive alert awake, enthusiastic (clap, clap)&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive alert awake, enthusiastic (clap, clap)&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive alert awake&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake alert alive&lt;br /&gt;Im alive alert awake, enthusiastic(clap, clap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there that's the song HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and we move on the climb the oldest rock wall build in OBS. it's in a shape of a pyramid. was being belay by Shao Chen(: all of us manage to reach the top. three cheers for Livingstone!&lt;br /&gt;next we did KAYAKING. first we are brief about the boat and did different kind of strokes with the double-bladed paddle on land before up loading the boat. pair up with cher and we are off to practice kayaking on water. did capsizing, rescuing and rafting up. end off by kayaking to camp one where we will camp for the night. after carrying and arranging the boats and uploaded the bags, we went to pitch our tent and bathe. how nice to be clean! and it's dinner time. it was being serve, had rice, chicken, vegetables and soup if i'm not wrong. pretty yummi. after dinner we went to assemble at the 'hall' where we had a briefing about the Sea Expedition we are going to have for the next two days. Hah was like half awake. I can't help it after using so much of my energy. but was actually listening when it was Florence turn to brief us. don't know why. soon after the briefing we went for super, it turn out the be green bean soup. none of us feel like eating and went straight to sleep. haha practically was the first group to turn in for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Day 3.&lt;br /&gt;woke up as usual and unpitch the tents again. had breakfast and went to residential 'house' to get climbing equipment. #$^%&amp;amp;!%!!! they actually have double-decker beds and cupboard and two toilets. after exploding the residential area, we did rope course at the INDIANA! saw the OBS dog while was resting. so adorable... when we are done with the Indiana, we got change into our wet suit and had lunch before heading out for our sea expedition. Kazoo for 2 and a half hours to our 3 camp side. Upload the bags and carrying the boats up the hills of rocks. Can just drop dead uploading and loading those kayaking boats. Settle down at this area fills trees and stone with grass. Where we pitch our tents and had dinner. This time was Maggie nooldes and curry! wash up and good nights. oh yah. Got to wake up at 2.30am! to do centre duty with Alyssa, shao chen and Angie looking out for wild pig. was kinda of scare. kept reminding myself not to shine the light at the trees and hitting the floor with the camping sticks. yah! saw one wild pig in the late afternoon when we are pitching the tents- it was really fat! HAHAH. the funny thing about centre duty was we though the guy snoring was the wild pig! 30minutes of duty and we are done, passing the next duty to the next tent. there was people singing at night too lar! damn scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5plus. unpitch the tents, had breakfast and we upload the bags and the boats. wow, was really tired after the uploading the boats. but we still got to carrying on with the Sea Expedition. kayak the remaining 3/4 of Pulau Ubin. did it in 7 and a half hours. was really tired in the end. and through out the journey was pissed off by the hitting into other boats, trying to get in the correct direction, etc. the worst thing was sea water went into my eye and it's like I was tearing for 3hours or so without proper vision. BUT we all pull through! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WE DID IT CHERLYNN!!!&lt;/span&gt; through this, I realise the going through the physical and mental ruggedness and the challenge to overcome the shouting to your friends. Sorry to those I shout. actually there was a point when I got really piss with cher sorry! I Still Love You. and really glad to have you as my kayak partner! You did great(: yah! Got tanned! yay.&lt;br /&gt;with the end of the Sea expedition. we wash the boats and put it back to the self. All the four groups form a big circle to announce the success of this Sea Expedition. did cheers and we are off to pack up. back to the store and watch the bags and stuff. pitch the the tents and had our dinner. Finally had our bathe after two days. FINALLY. and it's chit chat all the way to 10plus before turning in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;this time we could sleep in a little more. as usual we unpitch our tents for the last time and pack up the store and had our breakfast. Did a trust activity- of the jump off the step and hit the bell while your team mates catch you and saying out your com*****. the last time we will sit in a circle, Florence announce the end of our OBS and that's the OBS journey will only start when we have the first step onto Singapore. just hate the end of such journey, only make me all teary, remind me of Japan trip too... Assembly at the shelter with the other groups. took pictures and the last speech by Florence. soon it's goodbyes. was the second last school to leave. took the boat back to punggol jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Missing OBS. how I wish I can go for OBS rather than study. they should create an OBS school!&lt;br /&gt;This experience enable me to learn many insights about myself and acquire new skills. The best of all having the experience and knowing whenever i undergo failure and can look back at OBS. knowing the resources needed to survive. In the real world, the resource being friends, so on. thats I can do things but with friends it will be Undescribable Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;THE JOURNEY HAS BEGIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;**My Closest Friends Are Gems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;IM Richer For Having Then Be Part Of My Life**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115903211706858918?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115903211706858918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115903211706858918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115903211706858918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115903211706858918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/09/obs-day-one-after-assembly-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115892985355244628</id><published>2006-09-22T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T06:17:41.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'M BACK FROM OBS! SERIOUSLY IT'S WAS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It will really change a person and realise one to apprepiate simple things in life and that you will never be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall not blog about what happen in that five days..[i'm too lazy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$!^%&amp;%!&amp;amp;!!!! Abby just told me that my clay model escalate exploded in the kiln!&lt;br /&gt;she's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;☆ abby; High&amp;lifted up says:&lt;br /&gt;Your hand broke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;TADAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/jamme%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and of all things, it must be the middle finger! should be a lesson to me saying I must not point or say to much $$&amp;%&amp;amp;%~^$^ Phrases anymore... how evil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/jamme%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the amazing broken off finger...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/jamme%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this. when Abigail helping me fix the finger back.. so sweet.. thanks baby dearest!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this news really broke my heart, all my hard work just exploded. The worst part is not only did the middle finger broke off.. The pyramid stand for the hand just exploded too! Now my heart hurt. *ouch*&lt;br /&gt;☆ abby; High&amp;lifted up says:&lt;br /&gt;oh it didnt make it, im so sorry. you may collect the remains when you get back to school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she sounded like one of my loves one just die. so cute&gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;talking about this.&lt;br /&gt;Ariel's sculpture totally exploded! worst. BUT STILL... RWAH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS ALL MY DEAREST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;☆ abby; High&amp;lifted up says:&lt;br /&gt;we missed you! &amp;amp;your lame jokes! ))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;☆ abby; High&amp;amp;lifted up says:&lt;br /&gt;it was sooo quiet without you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA.. abby. SEE I know you guys cant live without me!. haha IM feel so EGO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deborah! &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;THE EGO-EST OF ALL THE EGO-ER&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt; HAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;STINCH PENNY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115892985355244628?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115892985355244628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115892985355244628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115892985355244628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115892985355244628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back-from-obs-seriously-its-was.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115850125406247655</id><published>2006-09-17T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T07:05:03.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting infront of my computer now. duh.. wells. just came back from shopping with mummy(: so tired... what should I do now? slack or study?! the 2 'S-es" feel like doing Poa. okay that with be it. poa after this post... im talking to myself again. how amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M CURRENTLY IN LOVE WITH ZACHERY BUMA!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Stinch penny just left today at 4.15pm. Missing Them already! Rwah. can't afford to easer Zach's signature on my hand.. but it's fading away soon....I feel so whinny now, Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/400/PHOT1276.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;Before. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got the picture.... just after two days. it fade off so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LEAVING FOR OBS&lt;/span&gt; Tomorrow! think I can't sleep tonight. first i'm too excited about obs and secondly I still have lots of homework and studies to mug on.... *looking at the clock* 9:25pm, that means I got 2hours to study. better than nothing! Better Miss ME! but I guess right now people from sec3/5 are celebrating now. able to get a break from the words that comes out of my mouth for like a week. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;EVIL PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt; example, THE ASS/ THE MONKEYS/ THE DINOS and THE OTHER ANIMALS WHO EXIST IN 3/5... ALL ARE EVIL!!! Waahahahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a NEW NAME by &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CHERRE&lt;/span&gt;- the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EGO_EST OF ALL THE DEVOTED PEOPLE THAT EVER EXIST! &lt;/span&gt;*drum roll* It's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Franny Tanny&lt;/span&gt;- the ego. Rights... YOU WATCH OUT DURING AFTERNOON STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. what now. I know prank calling Time! NO wait I wont be a nothing better to do person. I shall be a nerd-with specs and pens with book kind of person.. okay thats that...&lt;br /&gt;by the way aliens just invade my brains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hello im francesca. you are?&lt;br /&gt;alien: hlleo I ma an eicher. ncie sieneg you hree.&lt;br /&gt;fran: okays. I can actually read that! HI EICHER.&lt;br /&gt;and they continue talking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I shall stop my crapping.&lt;br /&gt;hah the joke invented for me by milo Dino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What the different between me and a bin of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ANS: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THE BIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess I will end here... tata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHE LOVE HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;**If a HUG Represent how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I would hold you in my arms forever..** Muacks&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115850125406247655?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115850125406247655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115850125406247655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115850125406247655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115850125406247655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-sitting-infront-of-my-computer-now.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115797876991340945</id><published>2006-09-11T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T05:46:09.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY EOo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change my skin..&lt;br /&gt;listening to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Veronicas&lt;/span&gt;! talking about THAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MOTHER MOTHER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mother mother can you hear me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm just calling to say hello &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how's the weather how's my father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i lonely heavens no &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mother mother are you listening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just a phone call to ease your mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is perfect never better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;........... i'm your perfect dear now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; just cuddle up and sleep tight.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; i miss you i love you... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I WANT TO SING THIS SONG TO MY MUMMY!!! HAH I LOVE YOU((: Hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SECRET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you could call me six times but still i won't pick up the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you could spend all your money on me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still i'll say no &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you could write a million letters everyday confessing to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i am the girl of your dreams &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but nobody ever asked me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never looked at you that way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause i always thought you were gay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HILARIOUS!&lt;/span&gt; HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;PS. that secret song is to the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D &lt;/span&gt;ones in my life. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You know who you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays i should not be here. totally Wrong....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hello POA and company((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TATA! LIL TOOOODLES TILL THEN.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115797876991340945?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115797876991340945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115797876991340945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115797876991340945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115797876991340945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-eoo-change-my-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115767741939796206</id><published>2006-09-07T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:08:38.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YAWN* what time is it? 7AM. WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. was sound asleep, so nice you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(dreamed about Mr jiow and Ms Wong was having an affair, you wont know to do is rest) -Grin&lt;br /&gt;mummy came into my room, open my closest asking for malay costumes? search for her and she went, leaving me sitting on my bed.. ~ you just woke me up on a friday morning~ %#$^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;thats explain why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;lets see what are they plan today...&lt;br /&gt;go to seiriol(MARYASS)'s house for Jive.&lt;br /&gt;meet xinpei to get the stuff for OBS&lt;br /&gt;and and&lt;br /&gt;guess it's books-table-chair-music-brain atmosphere again. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;my life is so sad..&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for 12oct! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NIGHT LIFE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;got to party first before the release of the report books. 17oct...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW! going to slack here for awhile.... yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT"S PICTURE TIME!!! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;let me hear you scream. #^$^$^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/fashion%20hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha.... That's was in Sec 1 or 2? mineee~ see the one with the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;spongebob cap&lt;/span&gt;?! second from the left,front row (model-vanessa.p).. of cause the one beside her, Isabel with the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red-santa&lt;/span&gt; costume. any present for me today?! I've been a really-really good girl....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.. Ms Brenda Wan when she was young, sec1? singing, okays. now she's on longer in IJ..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/the%20backview%20of%20us...dirty%20dirty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THAT was how&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; dirty-dusty-powdery&lt;/span&gt; the floor is Before...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/maccas%20134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Abby..&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; monkeying the night away- bananas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/ms%20syde%20last%20day%20310806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms syde's last day... Thanks for teaching us physics(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Those monkey-retarded days(below). what were we thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/1600/retardation2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/retardation2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/1600/USLEGS%21%20kitty..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/USLEGS%21%20kitty..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0902.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOL... Kim you're adorable*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/19456399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;!!still the best childhood TV show. hahaah * &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;THE END!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;off to start the day. tata....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115767741939796206?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115767741939796206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115767741939796206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115767741939796206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115767741939796206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/09/yawn-what-time-is-it-7am.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115761258999023950</id><published>2006-09-06T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:07:05.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah! at last im done with my art(sova). going to move on to geography and ss.. gosh I'm actually going to be in my room the whole day again..#%$&amp;%&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;- did pigs actually start flying?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyaya. and and I finish another book!&lt;br /&gt;REBEL by Wilo Davis Roberts. Nice tittle ah. the main character was Amanda Jane Keeling.. so coincident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. back to study.. tata, god bless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115761258999023950?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115761258999023950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115761258999023950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115761258999023950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115761258999023950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/09/yeah-at-last-im-done-with-my-artsova.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115759358760479949</id><published>2006-09-04T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:46:27.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. Steve Irwin was killed by a stingray while filming off the Great Barrier Reef today!. Of all things a wiggly stingray? wells.it was the stingray's barb that stung his heart, which's fatal... Life is so unpredictable. He's 44 and left behide his wife Terri Raines, 42. daughter Bindi Sue and son Clarence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/400/steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for full report. &lt;a href="http://kutv.com/topstories/topstories_story_247005613.html"&gt;http://kutv.com/topstories/topstories_story_247005613.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115759358760479949?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115759358760479949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115759358760479949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115759358760479949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115759358760479949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115727124277539838</id><published>2006-09-03T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T01:14:02.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Start Anew(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwMkBmSVeFo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwMkBmSVeFo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115727124277539838?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115727124277539838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115727124277539838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115727124277539838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115727124277539838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/09/start-anew.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115726624351995094</id><published>2006-09-02T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:50:43.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its another Saturday again. time really flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for taekwondo in the morning till 12.30plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clean and pack room. *sparkles*&lt;br /&gt;bathe and change.&lt;br /&gt;off to meet abby and fionn.. trained all the way down to Paris Ris park.&lt;br /&gt;going for belnice's one-year old cousin birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;wow. I must say the party was grand. it was held in this big bungalow.&lt;br /&gt;hang around.&lt;br /&gt;send fionn to the bus-stop and went to the park with bel and abby.&lt;br /&gt;had a feeling of childhood time(: went to the beach to chill. took picture and played the 'spider web"!! That's fun...went to ice-cream too...walked around before heading back to the bungalow..&lt;br /&gt;left at around 9plus. became tour guides with abby. hah took this family of three (from Korean) from Paris Ris to the mrt station by bus and its train down to city hall, finally walked down to oriental hotel. we just did a kind deed.&lt;br /&gt;walked back to city hall and it trained home... saw mummy on the way, walked home with her(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;she called. talked things out. well not really solve. I just can't bring myself to tell the whole story I have long keep inside me. its hard. gosh not the tears again. got to hold them back.. gosh why am I crying over this. it suck. just hope you can forgot all that happen(:&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/31194080-115726624351995094?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115726624351995094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115726624351995094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115726624351995094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115726624351995094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-another-saturday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115712300595695245</id><published>2006-09-01T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T08:03:25.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;went back to school to have the "escalate" theme for art done. going back on Monday to do the finishing touches(: that's my morning till 11plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the wild part...&lt;br /&gt;cycle down the xin pei house. had BBQ. ade, beat, cher, xin pei, felicia, bev, dawn, dar and gab was there. lots of funny and stupid things happen. Especially when we played the dare game... haha (sorry for the readers who's reading this.. im too lazy to go into details).&lt;br /&gt;hang around till 7plus. played the number game to finish up the food... haahaha&lt;br /&gt;beat: the pig is eating(stare at cher)&lt;br /&gt;hhahaa. am i being mean?! NO!!&lt;br /&gt;that's that.... = upload the pictures some other time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cycle around before heading home.. thinking through things. its hard to forget some things. the only way is till i was drop dead tired, catching my breath....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MUGGING TIMES!!! 3 more week to the first paper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When The Going Get Tough, The Though Gets Going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Succeed Is Failure Turn Inside Out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115712300595695245?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115712300595695245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115712300595695245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115712300595695245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115712300595695245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/09/went-back-to-school-to-have-escalate.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115712183803059330</id><published>2006-08-31T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T07:45:42.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Teachers' Day. the actual day is tomorrow... assemble at the hall.. had mass, the performances by students and its break time. went around looking for teachers wishing them(:&lt;br /&gt;before school end at 11.15am. its the receiving of our report book.. well at least i improve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met felicia at Ang Mo Kio station.. off to her house to change? what did we go there for... haha can't remember... anyway went back to Sembawang Primary! I miss the teachers. manage to chat with them. sadly they have to rush, leaving for the teachers' day tea party.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with all my primary school friend. the good-old times. how i miss those days... hang out still 4plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It off to town with Felicia! wore the same attire. white long sleeve top, tie and a long pant...&lt;br /&gt;got lots of stares and saw about 10 lesbian with their partner. where only one is cute-.- can't be bother... but we had fun! weeee&lt;br /&gt;was bore tired. slept to and flow in the train. hahaha. can't blame us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Punks for the day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's me and my bed.. tata. sleep tight don't led the bed-bud bite. ahaahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115712183803059330?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115712183803059330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115712183803059330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115712183803059330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115712183803059330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-teachers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115692798581670401</id><published>2006-08-30T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T02:52:17.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PICTURES= 26of AUGUST((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/c5cc9c46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy 15 Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/1600/US02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/US02.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/1600/US06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/US06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/1600/36a74aa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/36a74aa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/1600/US02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i ready to lend you go and move on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;through tears i'll start to smile.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrw4RqMPsNM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrw4RqMPsNM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115692798581670401?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115692798581670401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115692798581670401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115692798581670401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115692798581670401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/08/pictures-26of-august-happy-15-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115656610566921356</id><published>2006-08-26T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:42:07.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY SETIA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"had a great time at your party at Youth PArk... esp during the photos taking.. hahahah. Love you babe((:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had school as per-normal.. stayed back after school with seiriol to do art- clay...&lt;br /&gt;trained home.. was not myself. not my lame self.. lol. seiriol you will know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathe and got change. met jade and her brother. Trained down to youth park.. Wow the train took its own sweet time to travel, never take the train at night that head to town... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;everyone was there already.. sorry for waiting for us till 8plus.. Ate, took pictures and SANG the birthday song.. till they left.. except for jade,her bro, cherre, setia, me and the 3or4 other guys went to gang around town. dawn join us later on(: the night was wicked, as in good wicked. took pictures. NICE shall upload them some other time. hang out till 11plus. said our goodbyess.&lt;br /&gt;trained home with jade and her brother.(gosh I cant remember his name) hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;stone in the mrt, sat on the floor and told each other jokes.. got bang lots of time. well guess IM too slow!. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;met mummy while walking home..&lt;br /&gt;LOVES TODAY! esp in the NIGHT. hahaah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have you ever wondered, who will be the one hating you in the world? will you ever be hate in your life? after you being so nice and kind to everyone in your life even strangers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;well everyone will at least be hate once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;just deal with it will you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I always wanted to tell you this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you always thought friends will be there, you took granted of their present of being there with you, their messages, you simply say' there's nothing to reply, don't want to waste my messages, their everything that they could do to be a good friend. BUT all you did was. NOTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sad to say one of them is me. who actually remember the first sms you send to me. or must I say all the message being send. I don't know what im thinking to record all those messages. is it I really treasure the friendship between you and me? or is it i just do it,for the fact that I got nothing better to do?. after all this while im still in your others list..what am I to you? im always starting the conversation. not until today.. I have always been begging myself to stop thinking to click on your chat window to said hey. but I cant do it.... im really tired of this... Please knock some sense into my head anyone.. I know you are busy having your school work done before the deadline. but you cant possible spent all your time on it right??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are Bits of Me I Keep Hidden, Depths of My Soul, I Don't Normally Bare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Secrets from my heart- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115656610566921356?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115656610566921356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tQJ6CPCpvc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tQJ6CPCpvc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="moive" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2tQJ6CPCpvc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2tQJ6CPCpvc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115623309654081263?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115623309654081263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115623309654081263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Morning.&lt;br /&gt;met mags and nic. and went off to The Chervous. for this week bowling league.&lt;br /&gt;overall my bowling sucks. maris stella group 3 didn't come. ended up we had the whole 2lanes to ourselves. ya you know it. we finish all three games even before the others could finish the first...&lt;br /&gt;when to the wash room to wash up..&lt;br /&gt;wah. mags and nic took a million years to get changed.&lt;br /&gt;was like listening to 98.7, moving to the beats while waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden two ladies came in. *so embarrassing!*&lt;br /&gt;-you wont want to know the rest&lt;br /&gt;waited still 12plus. so tired. having the Saturdays blues in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;trained home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;got home, bathe and change..&lt;br /&gt;im off again..&lt;br /&gt;met xin pei at yishun mrt.&lt;br /&gt;talked till toa payoh. so many ij girls was doing CIP lar.&lt;br /&gt;being nice. we donated.&lt;br /&gt;that bitch hah. took so long to come down from braddell, which just one stop away. HELLOoooo.&lt;br /&gt;hahaahaha. Finally adeline make it..&lt;br /&gt;told us about this Weird Guy who came up to her&lt;br /&gt;Guy: hey you are pretty, can i have your number?&lt;br /&gt;ade: I'm attached and i dont even know you.&lt;br /&gt;Guy:nevermind you will know me soon.&lt;br /&gt;ade: BUT im Attached!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. even one stop she should get harass.&lt;br /&gt;when tp library, there's wasn't any place. macs no hope too..&lt;br /&gt;Its back to delifrance((:&lt;br /&gt;got to sit outside as we were studying.-.-&lt;br /&gt;hah adjust the fan and air-con all to us. its so HOT!&lt;br /&gt;soon darr came follow by gab..&lt;br /&gt;yup study there till 5plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT1221.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT1226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Study!! not Sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT1229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roar? Boo? whatever... hahaaha&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT1237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;that's was pretty much our study time. well we study okay. xinpei with her Bio, ade history &amp; me SS... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;before they left. we went helping me looking for the shop' K Plus'. but did not success. ended up sending them off to the mrt while i went looking for the K plus shop which LC said she was by myself. blah blah blah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;manage to find it. Sat down and waited for her to get her hair dye Copper Red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well didn't talk much. her mum look so scary. thats why(:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT1252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Result: NICE! Red Burning Hair- which was finally done at 7plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The start of the night out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;went to get her dinner. pretty much known as a dinner. a bun with some meat. rights. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hop on to bus 105. to cine. took pics. we made so much noise lar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;went to play pool but got to wait for table, went out to wait, took post cards and did the hair joke! didn't manage to finish the last question. The pool person called. went in' got table 28. hahaa not 27! continue with the joke 'burst out laughing" - got no hair.. violent got hit by her stick.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT1260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the games seem so long... at least i WON once. when she was hitting the black ball, the white simply got to follow into the hole too.. YEAH.'got hit again. hit her countless time too... hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wah the songs being played was timeless chinese song. not till the end when they started plays english ones. sang lie no body business with action. wahahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;soon we was bored and left.. took the lift down to second floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its NeoPrint Time! took the new machine. lesbain in the act...LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the those embarrassing part(second time today). i just rolled off the sofa. and hit the floor. for no reason. 'ouch'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;worst thing didn't know outside there's so many people. their mouth hit the floor &amp; eyes like 50cents coins. get what i mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but didn't really care. went to design the shots, collect and we are off.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;one of the four shot we took-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pasta boy wasn't there anymore. decided to go down to B1 to get a bit. But even before we could reach there. we begin hitting each other' Cat Fight" for NO BETTER REASON. Lol. LC had so Sinful food for dinner. ice-cream and cookies. as for me i didn't feel like eating.. walked around. before heading for the mrt station.. saw Jollie! talked and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after which we continue making our way to the mrt station till hitting. we are just crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;while waiting for the train. took pics! even in the train... this what happen when you put 2 girls who loves taking pic together... make so much noise again. it all stop when she left at novena.. bye girlfriend(:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT1263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;trained all the way to sembawang. .bathe and now im here.im too tired to upload the rest of the pictures.. going off soon. tata((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I Love The Way You Love ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Bundles of HUGssss......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115616929680144548?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115616929680144548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115616929680144548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115616929680144548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115616929680144548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-saturday-fever-on-inside-my.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115591939515300621</id><published>2006-08-18T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:57:57.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RWAHS!!! Those people who call me fran-chicken. YOU WATCH OUT AH... *slap you up, down, left, right, inside-out and outside-in!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.. ming hui you actually believe me! LOL... 'next week'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school- what must I say? funny bunny. screw that lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID morning run! with the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt;!- Yea yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English- laugh still my heart came out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;where's the hair?!&lt;/span&gt; ahahhaahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay back with ms ng- that ass--holeeeee&lt;br /&gt;finish painting our clays. and did new ones((:&lt;br /&gt;seiriol! told you to paint your clay hand. the Hi-5 colour. dont want...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;trained home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; slack at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to meet fel at 8. roller blade till 10:30plus learn new stuff, manage to blade again after to many years. One word: GRAAYATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Studying on thursday with ade, cher, beat, xinpei, dar and gab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT1202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, cher(: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT1203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just look at those books.. just look at them! how hardworking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT1206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting: The Monkey For The Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT1212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my eyes went into hiding in darkness....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heyy. just realise I dont have any pic with adeline- nevermind we can take tomorrow! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay that's all tooddlessss.. Bye bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115591939515300621?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115591939515300621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115591939515300621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115591939515300621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115591939515300621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/08/rwahs-those-people-who-call-me-fran.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115522114880121597</id><published>2006-08-10T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T07:45:48.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't feel like blogging. my eyes hurts so much. guess its due to the lack of resting them. screw it lar. i'm still going to blog, today is FUN! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well I woke up at like 8am? over slept...tsk only had one hour to get ready. manage to okay-super woman! hooo.. met xinpei at Khatib. got for a medical check-up for the OBS. hah. talked damn loud while walking to the clinic lar- something funny-bunnies happened xinpei heels got stuck! twice! ahah.. 'sign in' in the clinic and waited for our turn number 20. talked like no body business again. haha got stared, friendly ones. they might be thinking' wow, these girls so hyper, come to the clinic as they are sick?? " confusion arising... played around before its our turn - the bubble gum shock... met Dr Roy. and did our check-up.hah we are fit!&lt;br /&gt;Note: never wear tube to see a doctor. should not go into details.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;paid and we are off. but the smarty pant xin, need more money. cabbed down to her place.&lt;br /&gt;cabbed back to yishun mrt. now we are LATE....*remember to bring everything except vodka*&lt;br /&gt;trained now to met gab and soon beat, cher. walked to taka and met ade and dar seoul garden.&lt;br /&gt;it was super smelly, manage to finish the food- fulll! we were making so much noise, funny hah.&lt;br /&gt;worst thing. found out at a table somewhere behide us there were sec2guys going out with sec3 girls. disgusted thinking about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went cine, kbox (stares at lc) *burst out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;the room we were given was so much smaller. wells.&lt;br /&gt;and even we could start singing, we had this funny argument with the waitress on what to drink, that we can only choose drink for the green section. super funny.. ended up settle with shirley temple.. sang till 4.30plus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went wallet shop as ade wanted to get her wallet. walked around before heading home..&lt;br /&gt;Hah in the train, funny!! girls talkss.. guys not allowed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home, change and trained back to Khatib again to meet xin pei. as we got to get our last part of the obs form done, cause being smart we didn't bring our health booklet in the morning. which appear we have to come back in the evening. we are the smartest people i nthe world! who leaves under the sun with spongebob square pants as our friend. Rightss...&lt;br /&gt;as usually our talking. attracted eyes..LOL..&lt;br /&gt;waited with xinpei for her parents, gosh her bio. eyes dropping, anyone can catch them for me?!&lt;br /&gt;trained back home. bathed and 'study' ... tired of studying so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW hello hi aiye. bed!.. school tmr, maths ca... good luck francesca. Don't fall asleep.. Don't worry I wont.. - see I'm going mad talking to myself... hhahaaha. BYEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: wonder why the song 'StarsAreBlind' by Paris Hilton. is getting kinda of popular...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115522114880121597?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115522114880121597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115522114880121597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115522114880121597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115522114880121597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115513818421237222</id><published>2006-08-09T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:43:04.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hate it when i tear for no reason or over stupid things....&lt;br /&gt;-like the wind is too strong when i ride the bike&lt;br /&gt;-just feel like tearing&lt;br /&gt;-over touch songs..&lt;br /&gt;ARH. .someone slap me.. left, right, up, down, inside out.. up to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skirt or jean?!&lt;br /&gt;half said skirt, the other jean.. screw that question inside out.. i shall wear what i feel like wearing when i wake up tomorrow... hahahaha. i'm being stupid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115513818421237222?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115513818421237222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115513818421237222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115513818421237222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115513818421237222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/08/hate-it-when-i-tear-for-no-reason-or.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115453063522746022</id><published>2006-08-02T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T07:57:15.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARH. blogging is driving me crazy.. no wonder it fail its driving test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling really tired recently... oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;went for the Estee Lauder Event-In the Spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;got the Award-Winning Shine look.&lt;br /&gt;the hair-stylist who done my hair was the most friendly. - Dean Hong from Kelture. the others, dont talk. after much waiting, got to see the final picture. Its so ARHH&gt; feel like walking off straight away.. they are getting from bad to worst.&lt;br /&gt;went night shopping with mummy. brought two skirts((: THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;MS TAN FAREWELL- her last day in school&lt;br /&gt;went after account. actually during account to prepare for the performance for ms tan. we did dance. which was a SUCESS! had a group hug with ms tan. our last good-bye. all of sudden had a shurge to tear. hoping ms tan wont leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch and waiting with charmanie in R301. for fionn and jade to have their english class.. to picture to kill time.. headed to tp library to study with fionn. final year exams its like 1 and a half months away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;what happened?&lt;br /&gt;hah cant remember..&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! had this stupid english oral after school.. hate her*deep*.&lt;br /&gt;"can you be more serious" blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much. had sova for art. jive for PE. learn new steps(: Geography then PC. a new phrase by mr jiow "you are only ready to die when you are ready to live" ..BIO and end of school! wednesdays are the slackest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch and back to school to meet aunt Shirley. she's driving me home as she want to pass me the 6bowling balls she's giving me so i dont have to go down to her house to get them.. so sweet.. THANKS A MILLION TIME!&lt;br /&gt;now the problem is where am i going to put the 9bowling ballsss? hahaha. guess it's my room...&lt;br /&gt;reach home and hello bed. woke up around 8. so sleepy. but got to start studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially falling in love with Rachel Cohn's books...&lt;br /&gt;"I will walk away and not be tempted to look back"&lt;br /&gt;"I know that at the end of the road, there will always be a Shrimp"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115453063522746022?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115453063522746022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115453063522746022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115453063522746022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115453063522746022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/08/arh.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115410052613794547</id><published>2006-07-28T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:41:09.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so tired to even do anything now.. at last its the weekend, hello beauty sleep but i doubt i can even say hi.. tmr morning up at 6am, got to be in school for dance practice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams in less then a months without counting the weekends and public holidays.. my goodness.. is that actually true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH the sec 3s are learning Jive during P.E! partnering ming hui that ass. im the girl! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much today except we did drama for English.. all of us choose to do fav tv show.. the class was divided into 4group.. my group did FEAR FACTOR. student style.. winning chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon realise i lost or might miss place my SHRIMP! the book i plan to finish reading the last chapter by tonight and i can simply lose it.. arh... been losing things today.. creepy. as i dont actually really lose things just like that.. Wells i just want my book back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance practice till 5plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to meet Felicia.. went to chill out! thanks girl((: at least you cheer my day up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/400/PHOT0896.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/400/PHOT0900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the amount of curry we ate... Yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'fran you better go and work on your A1 size work and homework now'... Guess i have to listen to the angle in me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fucked up bitch didn't know that was your true colour.. stop acting bimbo when you are just some fucked up loser! think you are well-like?! NO! all your friendship is all so FAKE! stop with those acting. its so disgusting to even think about it... LOSER&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115410052613794547?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115410052613794547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115410052613794547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115410052613794547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115410052613794547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-tired-to-even-do-anything-now.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115374037999342468</id><published>2006-07-24T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:20:10.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;FINE &lt;/strong&gt;really means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;ragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;ntroverted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;eurotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;motional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That so true eh? so when someone say they are fine.. true is they actually not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;discussion on project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did something about the problems face by merger? and got a hw answering a question with at least 300WORDS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went through compre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RECESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ACCOUNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ACCOUNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did general journal, sale journal, purchases journal, returns outwards journal, returns inwards journal and ledger all in ONE question. wow! by then my eye were going to burst out soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MATHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went through answers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FREE PERIOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FREE PERIOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lack around.. pictures. and study for physics test..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hah, manage to do the test....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the two clowns... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;bored during class.. this what happen... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after school met celine and li luin, cab down to safra yishun to cheer the Cdiv bowlers... they was not doing up to standard but at least you guys did your best?... its over.. dont fret over it... CHEERS GUYS... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went home... so tired..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I NEED TO GET A NEW BAG!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;9plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jade and her bro, came over.. and start mixing the dance song. that jack-ass-er. ah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;her jack-and the beanstalk ass-er smile...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mixing on the go.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE HOUR LATER.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0891.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Downloading....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WAiting....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;100% done.. WAHLA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;" COMPETITION IS A BY-PRODUCT OF PRODUCTIVE WORK, NOT ITS GOAL. ONE IS MOTIVATED BY THE DESIRE TO ACHIEVE NOT BY THE DESIRE TO BEAT OTHERS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;till then tooodlesss....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115374037999342468?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115374037999342468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115374037999342468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115374037999342468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115374037999342468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-fine-really-means-fragile.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115367284401343210</id><published>2006-07-23T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:40:44.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah.. Kimberly you are finally back from Brazil.. but you are going back back next next week, so soon.. going to miss you! see you next year again! Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;playing with the****** haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/320/PHOT0895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you...(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115367284401343210?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115367284401343210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115367284401343210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115367284401343210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115367284401343210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115349637745817546</id><published>2006-07-21T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T03:10:08.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELNICE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Happy Racial Harmony Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sam at sembawang, went school together(: arh my bowling bag is so heavy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths&lt;br /&gt;had trigonometrical ratios, still kind of confuse... but getting it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese&lt;br /&gt;lao shi didn't come today again... guess she sick, and its her birthday today too..&lt;br /&gt;gave belnice her birthday present. interesting present.. kill time by taking more pictures&lt;br /&gt;soon when down to the hall to look at the racial harmony display, ended up watching the rehearsal by the eldds girl for the drama night tonight... actually it's boring, luckily i'm not going.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog.&lt;br /&gt;hah Mr jiow wore some malay man traditional costume with the songko.&lt;br /&gt;playing tantrums, asking Mr jiow not to teach. yeah dream come through. ended up copying the workbook answers for geog- wonder why Mr jiow kept going out of the classroom, never fail too.. oh wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to account&lt;br /&gt;Mrs chow didn't come, she's sick.. a trainee teacher took over... talk and played with fionn's cam.&lt;br /&gt;got our new group name! Its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEVEN AND CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abigail- En En&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Belnice- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Qi Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fionn- Yin Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Francesca- Ru Ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ming Hui- Hui Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seiriol- Shan Shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shi Ming- Ming Ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nice right?! hhaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;RECESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr jiow start talking some crapp. so ya we have to copy down the SBQ answer while he gave out our holiday homework.. he didn't mark again.. when did he ever mark our work...&lt;br /&gt;second period.. had the SBQ CA. so boring. im only half awake lar. im going to fail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last ENGISH!&lt;br /&gt;for the first time english was funny... went through the holiday homework on comprehension...&lt;br /&gt;laughing all the way with sonia and isabel. on our answer.. note! i was half awake when doing the homework. which turn out that most of answer actually don't answer the question... hahah..&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHING IS CONTAGIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL"S OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;went down to the canteen to meet jane, jean san, jia ying, nicole, nicolette, eleanor, margaret and together with seiriol, fionn, shi ming, belnice, me... took 3cabs down to SICC to celebrate Belnice's birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;went to bowl. i effing forgot how to bowl! horrible... my ball was flying everywhere... but luckily manage to figure it out by the second game... Hope for the best tomorrow for my bowling competition... and there was a few acs primary bowling beside us.. they are damn cute! esp jonathan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The others went to play pool and ate lunch at the same time.. aww love the spaghetti with meat balls.. went to play abit of pool.. before going upstairs to the swimming pool. jia ying and nicole push belnice into the pool, one of the birthday bash present! hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;soon jia ying got to go, her father actually came down.. oh wells.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hang around for a little longer. took more pictures ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;went to clean up and walked out, 20mintues walk out but 2taxi came to our rescue! cab out to the bus-stop. cross the over-head bridge. took bus home with seiriol. cant stand the two typical ah lain in the bus. but cant find a sit so got to stand... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;reach sembawang bus inter-change walked seiriol to the mrt. byee!. and walked home from there... on the way saw my primary school teacher! they still remember me.. so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me: saw them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mr kang: wow! (because i was with my big bowling bag) haha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mrs Sumdram: HI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me: big smile and said&lt;/span&gt; hi to them with the waving action.. see how friendly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;miss them so much, cant wait till teachers' day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;reached home and collapse on the sofa till 8plus. so tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;went to wash up after realising i just slept like that once i reached home... so refeshing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;chat online, chatting with seiriol, jamie, adeline, blah blah now!. hahaha'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;going to bed soon.. im such a pig now.. only thinking about sleeping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"ENJOY HAPPINESS; TREASURE JOY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115349637745817546?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115349637745817546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115349637745817546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115349637745817546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115349637745817546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-belnice-and-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115338914576447184</id><published>2006-07-20T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T02:52:25.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much happen today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love art lesson! did clay making...&lt;br /&gt;BIO, hah so it is actually true that we can listen to music while ms kuan is teaching.&lt;br /&gt;no surprise the class was damn quiet compare to other lesson.. either they are busy listening to the music on their mp3? or seriously listening to what ms kuan teaching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow there's this SS test and i being clever, i left my textbook in school.. luckily i did notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off the toa payoh for lunch... brought belnice birthday*laugh*.... its cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the funny part. when we are walking to the mrt station.. was talking to seiriol about sunflower chocolate seed. when suddenly she turn behide, this uncle's face was just 1cm infront of hers.. haha imagine you kissing himm.. hahaha damn gay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train home... download song.. and off to study for now.. Singapore Idol result show later on..&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lc hope you are feeling better now from your migraine?! remember to rest more dont run around so much :) *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"There is only one HAPPINESS in Life, to LOVE and BE LOVED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115338914576447184?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115338914576447184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115338914576447184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115338914576447184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115338914576447184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothing-much-happen-today.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115331932790880905</id><published>2006-07-19T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T07:28:47.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/1600/wallet%20gang%20three.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/1600/wallet%20gang%20three.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/1600/wallet%20gang%20three.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/251/3364/200/wallet%20gang%20three.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WALLET GANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dashboard reply... heh lazy to reply there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LC: HELLO MISSY! so did you get to see your pasta boy?! was at cine on tue too but didn't see him....anyway GET OVER HIM!!..&lt;br /&gt;Seiriol!! haha is it that cold to heard my joke? comments to your questions? if so I can accompy you to sit under the sun to chat and cover you with winter jacket, and you wont feel cold anymore! *don't give me that face* ---burst out laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE IDOL aint good this week... Dick lee had the same old face over and over again and jacintha, I can never figure out what she's talking about, her comment never make sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had school as per-normal. just that it's the slack day. maths art art PE PE recess geo geo PC and assembly... get the picture now...hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went to have lunch with thia, and back to class for dance practice- learn with steps(: till it's 4plus. went to touch up and it's off to bugis for shopping! shops and more shops but still cant find the shirt sonia wants... AT LAST we found it at this lil shop! rush to a restroom at bugis shopping mall to try whether it fit.. IT DOES. yeah after two days. sonia you found it.. hahahaha.... actually that was for the drama night. but i'm not going... it is going to be in school.. so ya, erm... going to bowl with jane, having the bowling league this Saturdays.. i effing have not bowling since mid-year.. cross my finger i can pull through!&lt;br /&gt;off to home by train, slept throughout the journey, cant blame me, im tired from all the walking my leg hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least my homework are done*big smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;esterday..&lt;br /&gt;was too tired to even on the computer. and had this really bad headache, ended up sleeping at 8plus... worlyd record? no actually i have i better world record. MY HP DIDN"T RING THE WHOLE DAY!! imagine one day i can appear in the book of world records... and also the day when pigs start flying...&lt;br /&gt;*im in a gayness mood now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays yesterday. schooll.. only remember two things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1: lao shi let us watch initial D during chinese, hah as we are all on our way to dream land.. EDISON CHEN &amp;amp; SHAWN YUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;2: physics.. crapping stuff with seiriol again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seiriol and Me: hitting each other when Ms Sdye is talking about freezing when it change from liquid to solid&lt;br /&gt;Ms Sdye: you cant hit the solid off her...&lt;br /&gt;Our reaction: big smile and laugh! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;physics was actually fun for the first time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dance practice and off to town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"FRIENDS ARE AN IMPORTANT LOY, IM GLAD I'VE THEM TO CHEER ME UP WITH THEIR EVER AMUSING ANTICS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115331932790880905?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115331932790880905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115331932790880905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115331932790880905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115331932790880905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/07/wallet-gang-dashboard-reply.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115313529757231901</id><published>2006-07-17T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T04:21:37.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;had a really long morning assembly. had prize giving, gym,shooting and odac! odac won all the awards that was available lar... the funny part was the mic. haha kept jamming up... and it was the welcome of the hong kong students who came for exchange programme..their english was great, being the are from hong kong. the best speaker was the last girl. her voice was like wow damn loud. the whole school went woooo!.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to class...CME talked about Rose parks-follow by SS and english... the stupidest thing was i can actually cut in little finger while putting down my bag.. oh great.*blood* was hunting for plaster during recess. hah thanks MS TEO! my savior(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;recess! 98.7 DJs came down! CARRIE CHEONG&gt; and cant remember...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA!love this period... 1st period was extremely bore, its a test so what can we do is sleep.. of cause not! i was 50% awake but manage to finish the paper...&lt;br /&gt;and its lesson time.. did purchases and sale journal. the best thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;someone: mr chow do we have to put the invoice number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mrs chow: actually you all dont need to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I: huh..really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mrs chow: ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I: huhhhhhh..... sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mrs chow: cant be bother look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME AND SAM BURST OUT LAUGHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant stop laughing while was learning about the sale journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;me: still laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;seiriol: later she call you i laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;me: laugh even harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i actually cool down i realise the class was so quiet.... *embarrassment* the wierd thing mrs chow didn't say anything...Anyway i LOVE ACCOUNTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was maths.. mr yap didn't come again... ms something took over.. ended up teaching us maths, at last i get SIN, COS and TAN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE 2 PERIODS... finish up accounts homeworks and ate white chocolate..&lt;br /&gt;walk up and down to our lockers with ming hui... "nothing to do" Hah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its physics till 3.15pm... SCHOOl's OVER!&lt;br /&gt;pity the sec4 as they are having their O level listening compre.. GOOD LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank my orea chocolate bubble tea.. cant resist the pearl! the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its off to toa payoh mos burger with seiriol, fionn, ming hui, zhi ming, abby and belnice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*THE 7 FLOWER*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't eat all because of the bubble tea so filling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon it's train home with seiriol((:&lt;br /&gt;i know the reason why you kept so quiet in the train because of my LAME STUFF again right!. haha.. it just cheer up your day... chat still sembawang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much now that im home! well got to go and study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooooooodles till then.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115313529757231901?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115313529757231901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115313529757231901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115313529757231901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115313529757231901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/07/had-really-long-morning-assembly.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115306291155898052</id><published>2006-07-16T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T08:16:54.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's 10:56pm.. and I"M SO OVER THE MOON NOW...*just read seventeen, it's addiction- i swear* the 27 of JULY, hah it's going to be a special. i can see the future... hah i'm crapping stuff plus i'm drinking cappuccino now.. yummi which equal to?! CRAPP-U-CCINO...&lt;br /&gt;SO CLEVER Francesca* '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lar. im going to bed now...school tomorrow, and i got to open my eyes at 5am sharp! arhhh. there goes my beauty sleep again.. and hello to panda eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL SMILIING &gt; 27!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31194080-115306291155898052?l=urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/115306291155898052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31194080&amp;postID=115306291155898052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115306291155898052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31194080/posts/default/115306291155898052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urban-shakespeare.blogspot.com/2006/07/27.html' title=''/><author><name>girl.next.door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195033199297601618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194080.post-115303975242464701</id><published>2006-07-16T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:49:12.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH!!! MY NEW BLOG IS FINALLY DONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;the blog which use to be a Alcatraz is ALIVE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Woooo- i can start on my jokes all over again (stare at seiriol) hahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah! watched JU-On The Grudge. god damn its scary. after that was even scare of the tinniest insect ever- how stupid BUT manage to sleep in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hapkido in the morning two hours. did new sticks tech and punches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home, had my lunch and was glued to the computer screen since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays got to get on but up and start working on my remaining homeworks- first up is an essay about foot binging (disgusted look) Hah i got no choice no to do if not the Wiggerly Worm will come and look for me.... hahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW LOVES MY NEW BLOG... (JUMPING OVER THE MOON) nono i mean THE SUN... WHY?! simply cause it is in the afternoon now! 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