<?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-10320773</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:56:24.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ruNaway-//</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-112117690203469173</id><published>2005-07-12T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T07:56:47.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yuli and vera are so silly. how can zhimin be sick. how. now how. are you. going. to. get. your. hello. pandas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is pissing me off. everyday dinner he's like you can't do 30 pushups. real man push-ups you know! like chest nose face touch the ground and everything is flat! like real you can do thirty. i bet you can't even do ten! five! i mean, even the strongest guy in class cant't do twenty! if you really can do show us la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh my pyjamas are like really loose i have to keep pulling them up every five seconds like a nerd so how am i sposed to do push-ups besides i do not want to fall for that stupid trick and do stupid push-ups in his face, hes just a stupid sissy he can only do one so thats why he wont believe, his class must be a damn sissy class and i mean what does he think we do during trng? this is the guy who screams and cries sissyly everyday over some sissy thing and still has the nerve to boast about doing 30-40 chin-ups for nafa when in actual fact he cheated and rested for a sec when the teacher wasn't looking. this is the guy who is so skinny he looks like a nerdy sissy skeleton and still has the nerve to look in the mirror everyday like a vain pot when he thinks no one is looking and combs his durian haircut and says he's handsome. and his blahblahblahing is getting on my nerves arhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. today was a boring day. boring. boring. boring. boring. english was uber boring. science was even more uber boring. chinese was boring. laoshi praised me again when i didnt turn the newspaper article to the right page. i just got the paper, then i was passing it to yuli, i didnt even get the chance to look at the paper yet how'm i sposed to know im at the wrong side. then the other grp's homeec teacher told me i wasnt listening. i guess i wasnt, but i was trying to get some liquidpaper mark off vany's stone, and anyway, i did say preferance, even though it wasnt exactly correct. then my own homeec teacher sprouted some nonsense about me saying oh i lost my printer and oh i cant find my homeec folio hello how do you &lt;em&gt;lose&lt;/em&gt; a printer, and since when did i ever say that. then my hand was on my forehead then she was like hand on forehead somemore! wth whats wrong with putting my hand on my forehead why are all the teachers suddenly expressing their love for me do you know how hard i try see now i am going to do movie review and i already did lots of hmw ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-112117690203469173?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/112117690203469173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=112117690203469173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/112117690203469173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/112117690203469173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/07/yuli-and-vera-are-so-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-112100375978861257</id><published>2005-07-10T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T06:55:59.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>clari: good you took my advicee. yayyy. im sucha goot doctor; i bet your sickness has all gone. right? haha. if it hasnt, what i say is, two strawberries and five bluberries are too little. do you know the size of a blueberry is like the size of a..cherry seed? haha. tagged you alrdy. im THEdoctor. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: whos says youre my friend? haha. stupid. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huffah: hoofah. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele: haha. elfs are way hotter than angelina jolie! really. shes like..not hot. maybe just warm. elfs are cutee hahaha they look like you HAHA. anyway you cant change your identity miss not-homosapien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicky: haha i think its cute. i knoww pw sucks.)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batman: haha. how to pass you hello panda. on tues? haha. gd luck for your compeitition, i forgot to tell you that. haha. kinda late but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bloodsister made me update. haha. bloodsister sounds eeky. anyway. i have lots to update but i feel lazy. haha. ta-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-112100375978861257?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/112100375978861257/comments/default' 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type='html'>I AM BLOODY PISSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent hours working my ass off for project work; i got all the numbers and digits and bloody financial indicators and profit and loss and sales forecast and then its actually for three months, not six months, and i did everything in six months, and elaine who has the digits too did it in three months so i bloody have to change everything arhh i feel like saying bloody hell and god and f*** and all that stuff but i will not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluudy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact right now i shld be changing stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breath in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breath out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is gross margin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats gross margin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats gross margin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant do it without knowing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argghhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is depreciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like depreciating someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose it was my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always my fault&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-112065541157528717?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/112065541157528717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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be sad! its meant to be cute. heeeeeeyy. i think heeeeey is very cute. haha. angelina jolie isnt so hot anyway so its good that you only look like her in your dreams haha. besides you look perfectly fine as an elf.(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suyee: miss tong suyee! sorrrrrryyyyy(x really i am. haha. i forgot. and you know how forgetful i can be. how was it anyway. i bet you were perfectly happy without me and claire RIGHT. hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: hahaha you smart peeg. spongebob squarepants. you hardly use layouts you put at blogskins, while i use all of them haha. yeah i saww its goood(: oho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boooby. oops. that came out wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaawwwwnn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how ice-cream at swensons was. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had trng today and then su was sposed to treat all of us for ice-cream and i forgot. i am stupid. then i didn't have my uniform and i was sposed to meet vanna and the rest later so i couldnt go. owelll. but i really wanted the ice-cream. haha. and i think miss tong suyee the bleep is pissed. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met lydia and the rest at cine. and then there was no time slot cos they were like sold out. for movies i mean. so we walked and talked and spent abt half and hour deciding what to do next and all ronald talked abt was dinner. estella got a second peircing cos vanna wanted to see what it was like. haha. anyway i realised that if you walk and laugh and talk while walking to lido the next thing you know you're at lido and you don't even feel tired. hoho. bloop. then there weren't any time slots there too so we walked and talked and spent another half an hour deciding what to do next and all ronald talked abt was dinner. yyawn anyway then we went to vanna's house and she has alot of good books. hahaha. ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you keep a secret is a really good book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont think dirty now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game tmrrrr. i have a feeling im gonna screw up again and we arent gonna play well. just a feeling. of course, we should never trust our feelings becos we are emo. right. thats what the emo guy in the show abt emos said. our emo is a roller-coster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate roller-costers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i really really really wanted to go on the mine-train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-112048789997211686?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/112048789997211686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;; i gave it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went out with steph and clara cos clara's going back to aus on thursday...blahh walked arnd and then went to watch war of the worlds..wotws was so...i dunno. the first half was really good and like suspensefullish but the last half wasnt so great but still quite suspenfullish and the ending was stupid, very stupid, so stupid it kinda destroyed my 'i have to watch war of the worlds' thing. yeahh but otherwise it was really suspensefullish. haha. i think i had a heart attack five times during the movie and also constipation from the suspense and yeahh the first half was really good. hoh. i happen to think tom cruise is very hot, in the cute kinda way, not the brad pitt hot that kinda stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just did my tictactoe business plan requirements calculation, and half attempted the key financial indicators (but couldnt cos i needed to confer with my financial advisors (yuli vera and elaine) first), and thought that tictactoe is actually a very stupid name for our very berry pro financial project (not), and now i will try to read the second chapter of my chinese tb, and later i will also attempt to make my very berry yumdelicious ice blended mocha for the frist time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-112031085067210586?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/112031085067210586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=112031085067210586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/112031085067210586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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movies and all the guys are like over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my dad really really doesnt like jaychou (because hes ugly, whats with my parents and appearances?). what i say is, he doesnt like him cos my dad doesnt look half as hot and no girls are clamoring over him and he isnt famous, like jaychou. thats why he doesnt like all the hot and famous guys like brad pitt and only likes un-famous nerds like aaron cock (wth is he?) and some pok chi bei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-112013713258100175?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/112013713258100175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=112013713258100175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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one's still sitting in the fridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to drink them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-112005131837026892?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/112005131837026892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=112005131837026892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/112005131837026892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/112005131837026892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/06/haha-suyees-bugging-me-to-post-i-just.html' 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/&gt;joyce: hahaha. smelly beancurd? the beancurd wasnt good, dont try it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;jia: ahhh dont remind me im gonna get kicked off arrhhh. what help? and haha, peiCHAI.&lt;br /&gt;suyee: haha. but after i did you didnt greet me you said yay. hehe&lt;br /&gt;joyce: haha yeah! that green rabbit sounding bai poo thing yes of course its green yeah..baibai..peibai..baipei..baicai! what am i saying.&lt;br /&gt;yuli: haha ok. no ex stuff for you though. but the souvenier i got you, its some shitty thing from perth haha and it was really cheap too..hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not happy.&lt;br /&gt;1. i bought a not so nice "school bag" which isnt like a school bag and i only realised that and the fact it wasnt so nice after i came back. and i have to use it. cos my sch bag's gonee&lt;br /&gt;2. i bought only three cds i should have bought moreee. they were like only 10hk each? which is like $2. and i got only three. i am stupid. i am stupid.&lt;br /&gt;3. at the immigration place, the immigration guy scolded me for drumming my fingers on the metal desk thing. wth? and anyway he was taking so dyam long.&lt;br /&gt;4. and my dad and brother laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;5. i got all my facts wrong abt hk and thailand and taiwan and china and my mom was like noo get your facts right! and it gets me frustrated i thought it was thailand that didnt want to join china? but it was supposedly taiwan, and im so frustrated, and pissed,&lt;br /&gt;6. and then i was shopping with my mom and my aunt? and we went down the escalator? and my shoelace was untied as usual? and i dont know how the stupid shoelace got caught in something at the end of the escalator and i tripped and fell and made myself look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;7. my brother's gone all touchy and feely. first he wants to share everything with me and then now whenever he talks to my mom he clings onto her arms or holds her hand. maybe he's having those wet dreams or smthing.&lt;br /&gt;8. my brother takes everything away from me. &lt;br /&gt;9. my four guy cousins are hawt but they're all over 22. haha. &lt;br /&gt;10. i feel like wearing my new shorts i got but my mom put them in the washing. i feel pissed.&lt;br /&gt;11. my mom went all weird and spacy and smiley and basically irritating at the airport. &lt;br /&gt;12. my feelings keep changing, and they're confusing me.&lt;br /&gt;13. im having my period.&lt;br /&gt;14. i havent finished my pilibeibei&lt;br /&gt;15. i havent finished my compo.&lt;br /&gt;16. i havent finished my lit drawing.&lt;br /&gt;17. i missed a week of softball trng and two games. two games. plus trng. and the nationals start next week! wth? hhhhhhooooooooowwwwwwwwww ccccccccccoooooooouuuuulllllllllllldddddddddd tttttttthhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaattttttttt hhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaappppeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnn iiiiiiiii aaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmm ddddddeeeeeeeaaaaaaddddddd kkkkkkiiiiiillllll mmmmmeeeeeeeeeee nnnnnnnnoooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww hhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww iiiiiiiiiiiii'mmmmmmmmmmmm proabablyyyyyyyyyyyyy kkkkkiiiiiiicccccckkkkkkkeeeeddddddd oooooooooffffffffffffffff nnnnnnnoooooooowwwwwwwww ssssssshhhhhhhiiiiiiiitttttttt wwwwwwwwwwttttttttttttttthhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;18. i am dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111976409233306769?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111976409233306769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111976409233306769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111976409233306769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111976409233306769'/><link 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WHAT TIME DID U WAKE UP?-&lt;br /&gt;9.53 a.m (:&lt;br /&gt;3. DID U GO SOMEWHERE ELSE?&lt;br /&gt;um..i went to the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT DID U DO THERE?&lt;br /&gt;i...walked to the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;5. HOW OLD ARE U?&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;6. ARE U MATURE OR IMMATURE?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know..i vary..haha.&lt;br /&gt;7.WHAT DO U CALL UR MOM &amp; DAD?&lt;br /&gt;mom, dad.&lt;br /&gt;8. ARE U AN ONLY CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;got a brother and a sis.&lt;br /&gt;9. WHERE DO U GO SHOPPING?&lt;br /&gt;wherever is fine with me, just as long as theres good stuff. heh.&lt;br /&gt;10. WHATS UR PERFUME/COLOGNE?&lt;br /&gt;i got perfume, but i dont use it on me, i use it on stuff like my room or m'stuff toys. haha.&lt;br /&gt;11. U USE IT EVERYDAY? &lt;br /&gt;nahh just on occasions like my stuff toy's birthday or when my room really stinks.&lt;br /&gt;12. DO U WAN TO GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno..i want children though. but i dont wanna have sex, i heard it hurts. and i dont wanna give birth, i know it hurts too. so maybe i'll just adopt? haha.&lt;br /&gt;13. WITH WHOM?&lt;br /&gt;havent met a particular special someone yet.&lt;br /&gt;14. ARE U SPOILED?&lt;br /&gt;tell me.&lt;br /&gt;15. WHATS E MOST FLATTERING COMPLIMENT U EVER GOT?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. ppl say my hair is nice but thats not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; flattering is it? haha.&lt;br /&gt;. 16. ONLY GIRL/BOY IN THE FAMILY?&lt;br /&gt;no, my sis's a girl..wait. yes. of course. hehe&lt;br /&gt;17. IF U WERE TO MARRY A CELEBRITY, WHOWOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;i think johhny depp only looks good in pirates of the carribean..and brad pitt is kinda big and muscular while im like so tiny so that wont work out..besides adele has said many times hes kinda old..um..HAH. i know! viggo mortenson! hawt hehe.&lt;br /&gt;18. WOULD U LIKE TO MEET REGINEVELASQUEZ? ?&lt;br /&gt;reginevelasquez? sounds exotic enough..&lt;br /&gt;9. WHERE DO U THINK UR BESTFRIEND IS?&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;20. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME U TALKED TOUR BESTFRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;i dont realleh have a best friend..since yuli used me i shall use her um..morning.&lt;br /&gt;21. U THINK SHE/HE NEEDS U NOW?&lt;br /&gt;nah. i need her stuff though.&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT DO U WANT FOR UR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;i want that really gorgeous giordano pants, but my birthdays over, next year it'll probably be gone already):&lt;br /&gt;25. IF U WERE TO BUY A CAR , WHICH CARWOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;light brown renault.&lt;br /&gt;26. A DUET WITH HEART EVANGELISTA?&lt;br /&gt;whatdya mean.&lt;br /&gt;27. DO U WEAR MAKE-UP?&lt;br /&gt;haha. do i look it.&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT LIP BALM DO U USE?&lt;br /&gt;new zealand kiwiii! mm. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;29. WOULD U GET A TATOO?&lt;br /&gt;does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;30. BELLY PIERCE?&lt;br /&gt;it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;31. HOW MANY KIDS DO U WANT?&lt;br /&gt;two girls. aleia and ummmmm. shiara. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;32. DO U HAVE ANY HOMEWORK?&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;33. ANY SONG THAT YOU'RE LISTENING?&lt;br /&gt;my brothers playing piano, but i dont call it music &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;34. DO U BELIEVE IN SPELLS?&lt;br /&gt;i believe in weather spells. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;35. WHERE DO U WANT TO GO NOW? &lt;br /&gt;i wanta..i wanta..i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person..&lt;br /&gt;[1] You touched?&lt;br /&gt;myself. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;[2] You talked to?&lt;br /&gt;myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;[3] You hugged? &lt;br /&gt;my bolster.&lt;br /&gt;[4] You instant messaged?&lt;br /&gt;bleep. but she was playing sims. &lt;br /&gt;[5] You kissed?&lt;br /&gt;my bolster. this is getting really long isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;[6] You yelled at? &lt;br /&gt;my brother&lt;br /&gt;[7] You laughed with? &lt;br /&gt;myself. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;8] You had a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;that was long long time ago..and the crush is..crushed. oh but i still think brad pitt and jack sparrow and viggo are hot. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Name four drinks you regularly drink:&lt;br /&gt;1. Water 2. yakult 3. orange squash 4. eeky drinks my mom makes.&lt;br /&gt;Name four random facts about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. i talk to myself 2. sometimes im a hypocrite 3. i wear my sch blouse the wrong way at least twice a week.  4. sometimes i feel like stabbing someone and imagining the whole thing out with bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;[1] fallen for a friend? &lt;br /&gt;well he wasnt really a friend..&lt;br /&gt;[2] Made out with JUST a friend?&lt;br /&gt;nahh.&lt;br /&gt;[3] Been rejected?&lt;br /&gt;i think he didnt like me in that way haha so i guess thats rejection in a sense. &lt;br /&gt;[4] Been in lust?&lt;br /&gt;kinda...hehe&lt;br /&gt;5] Used someone?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;[6] Ever been used?&lt;br /&gt;yeahh dont remind me&lt;br /&gt;[7] Cheated?&lt;br /&gt;yes. in p5 and 6. everyday for everything. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;[8] Been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;yeah..not the boy girl manner though.&lt;br /&gt;[9] Done something you regret? &lt;br /&gt;i guess everyone has.&lt;br /&gt;10] Can you list a few of them?&lt;br /&gt;cant be bothered to rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;[1] Color your hair?&lt;br /&gt;no. i have ONE golden hair though. everyone says so, but i cant see it. i tried this morning.&lt;br /&gt;[2] Have tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;[3] Have Piercing(s)? &lt;br /&gt;yeahh&lt;br /&gt;[4] Have a boy/girl friend?&lt;br /&gt;yeahh&lt;br /&gt;[5] Floss daily?&lt;br /&gt;everytime i try, it bleeds so i dont anymoree&lt;br /&gt;[6] Like to groove to the music? &lt;br /&gt;i wanta, but sometimes i feel really self-conscious&lt;br /&gt;[7] Think you are cultured?&lt;br /&gt;when i hafta be(:&lt;br /&gt;[8] Like to drive fast?&lt;br /&gt;i'd crash before i'd even have a chance to accelerate&lt;br /&gt;[ 9] Believe in God or Devil? &lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;[10] Believe in The Closet Monster?&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think it sounds cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous Questions!&lt;br /&gt;[1] What should you be doing right now? &lt;br /&gt;doing my chinese compo.&lt;br /&gt;[2] What are you listening to? &lt;br /&gt;my brother stopped playing piano&lt;br /&gt;3] Can you do anything freakish with your body? &lt;br /&gt;not realleh.&lt;br /&gt;[4] Chicken or fish?&lt;br /&gt;yuli is a fish. i dont eat my friends, do you?&lt;br /&gt;[5] Favorite Season?&lt;br /&gt;spring. i havent actually seen what spring is like, but it sounds nice. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;[6] Is ice cream the best thing in the world?&lt;br /&gt;you mean the best food in the world? its not the best thing in the world though. food isnt the best thing in the world. what are you, a glutton?&lt;br /&gt;[7] Had a resturaunt sing to you for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;haha i dont even let my family sing.&lt;br /&gt;[8] Silver, gold or platinum?&lt;br /&gt;silver.&lt;br /&gt;[9] Candle lit dinner in a restaurant or at home?&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CANDLE LIT DINNERS. its so dim, and i hate dim. i hate dim. i can't see my food. and did i mention i hate dim?&lt;br /&gt;[10] Roses or wild flowers? &lt;br /&gt;wild flowers.&lt;br /&gt;11] Silly or serious romance?&lt;br /&gt;varies on the person im romancing with. haha&lt;br /&gt;[12] What CD is in your CD player right now?&lt;br /&gt;dont know dont care&lt;br /&gt;[13] Who was your favourite Spice Girl?&lt;br /&gt;i didnt have a favorite spice girl.&lt;br /&gt;[14] Favorite Disney Characters?&lt;br /&gt;i think the girl in hercules was really pretty. haha im straight.&lt;br /&gt;[15] Favorite fast food?&lt;br /&gt;kfc&lt;br /&gt;[16] Favorite book(s)?&lt;br /&gt;lots.&lt;br /&gt;[17] Favorite Sports teams?&lt;br /&gt;my sports team. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;[18] Favorite song? &lt;br /&gt;lots&lt;br /&gt;[19] What room is your computer in?&lt;br /&gt;study room&lt;br /&gt;[20] What is your shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;7? 8? 6? as in us or what.&lt;br /&gt;[21] Happy or Scary movies? &lt;br /&gt;thriller+romance+action+adventure. in case you didnt know, those are the catergories for me and mrs smith. haha it was so good.&lt;br /&gt;[22] What will you be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;i will be...i will be..i dunno. &lt;br /&gt;[23] Who do you consider your best friend? &lt;br /&gt;i dont really have one, rmb?&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever? [&lt;br /&gt;1] End a relationship just because the person didn't say "i love you"?&lt;br /&gt;no..in fact i'd rather the person not say it..it makes me blush..hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;[2] Have sex before marriage?&lt;br /&gt;i hope not..&lt;br /&gt;[3] Go out with someone because you felt sorry for them? &lt;br /&gt;depends on the situation rightss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha listening to my brother talk abt this morning when they went to the park with my ex-cell..abt how little kids are cheaters like when the were playing catching and aaron was the catcher then he tried to catch hannah and hannah was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah: wait, pausepause! i tired, go catch david first!&lt;br /&gt;david: wait pause i need to go toilet!&lt;br /&gt;-tries to catch morgan&lt;br /&gt;morgan: wait im your sister you cant catch me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i didn't go cos i was kinda tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut and layered today. looks kinda weird..nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go bathe now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111892409743655307?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111892409743655307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111892409743655307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111892409743655307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111892409743655307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/06/ripped-off-yuli.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111884765073827997</id><published>2005-06-15T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T08:19:31.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y236/naivete-/meandshiyouandthegirls.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARENT THEY CUTE. AND I SHOOK HANDS WITH THEM. AND THEY LIKE ME AND JIA! THEY SAT NEAR US SO CUTE I MISS THEM I WANTA SHAKE HANDS WITH THEM NOWNOWNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y236/naivete-/claireclarlijiasushiyoume.bmp"&gt;at the farm. out looking at the stars and listening to clari talk abt how anakin is giving her a sign by forming a light saver with the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y236/naivete-/softballersatsandduness.bmp"&gt;softies(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i just want to post a few. just to show you those cute girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this lay its so eeky but i got really sick of the stupid dog. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloe: good. i want it.(:&lt;br /&gt;yuli: really. haha. well i aint dog no more hehe&lt;br /&gt;jia: i think i got it from you haha. &lt;br /&gt;dawn: haha ok now youre linked(: yeahh come support us! haha. train hard too&lt;br /&gt;clari: HAAH i did not! i bet you were drooling..dont denyy. haha, thats why you rmbed all that crapp. must practice your circle ok. hehe. stupid strawberry dooderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant concentrate on my zhoujiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh mr and mrs smith was so niceee. went with su shiyou clari lyd on tues but jia didnt go becos she was too scared to ask her dad haha loser anywayy it was so nice and funny and touching and it made me cry haha it was so good. and did i mention touching. and im not allowed to make comments during the movie cos su tells me to shutup and shiyou hits my head. so sad, cos i must comment, i hafta. then id be distracted from crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trng was horrible. i deproved aloott, i think mel might take over me oh please god i hope not i wanta playyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111884765073827997?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111884765073827997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111884765073827997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111884765073827997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111884765073827997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/06/arent-they-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111857930726065598</id><published>2005-06-12T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T03:20:55.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>brfgsrbgjsbkg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really wanted to play this song&lt;br /&gt;and i really really really want to bathe&lt;br /&gt;im all hot and sticky and all that stuff&lt;br /&gt;but three things i can't do while im all alone at night is: play music (piano, songs on the com or whatever, i think music is haunting and besides, with music i wont be able to hear if theres a serial killer or a ghost near me.)&lt;br /&gt;                                                           : bathe (bathing, i have to shut my eyes, then what happens if i open them and theres a un-natural being right in front of me? also what if i need to run, and then im naked, and un-weaponed and un-ready. anyway, bathing makes noise, so i won't be able to hear suspicious noises.)&lt;br /&gt;                                                           : watch t.v (what happens if i switch it on to a scary show? then it might suddenly come to life and im all alone at night. and then i wont be able to go through the rest of the night in peace. also, tvs make noise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i have to be ready for a night alone too, otherwise i might just die. it cant hurt to be ready, right..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things i need when im all alone at home at night: my wallet (it has my keys and access card and other vital stuff, in case i need to escape from a mad killer.)&lt;br /&gt;                                                      : flash-light (what if theres a black-out? i will die right on the spot, because i cant see what the darkness is hiding. )&lt;br /&gt;                                                      : knife (not the butcher kind, just the fruit knife. in case like theres a mad convict or a chain-axe killer cahsing after me, at least i have a weapon. i feel like a mad-killer myself, carrying a knife wherever i go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...and most of the lights must be on too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freaking myself out, i feel like angelina jolie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111857930726065598?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111857930726065598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111857930726065598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111857930726065598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111857930726065598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/06/brfgsrbgjsbkg-i-really-really-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111840830449383406</id><published>2005-06-10T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T05:58:24.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a fever and i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minlu&lt;/strong&gt;: haha miss you too and i forgot your blog. hows german anyhows(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fanglin&lt;/strong&gt;: hi fang!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shiyou&lt;/strong&gt;: haha, most people can i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vanna&lt;/strong&gt;: what wave rock? boo, we didnt get to see it haha. yeahh theyre really cheap but we only got to go to this lousy shopping mall, so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shanti&lt;/strong&gt;: haha where are you my favorite ice mountion mineral water heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joyce&lt;/strong&gt;: haha so whyy didnt you go to perth huhhh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fanglin&lt;/strong&gt;: not everybody(: only abt 8 from our class went i think..why didnt you goo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;celine&lt;/strong&gt;: ok thx..will relink sooon ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emelyn&lt;/strong&gt;: dont insult me you blur toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vicky&lt;/strong&gt;: haha perth was funn. and huhhh. when was the last time you got me smthing huh? huh? haha jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;june&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha. yeah its winter. rain and wind and all that so we didnt get a tan boo. but anyhows, we can always get a tan in spore right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ellie&lt;/strong&gt;: i did(: thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vera&lt;/strong&gt;: haha vera you read too many books. and yeah i got you a REALLY cheapskate souvenier(; mwahahaa. couldnt be bothered, you think i got so much moneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli&lt;/strong&gt;: yes i am back! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vicky&lt;/strong&gt;: perth was great(: haha yeah i spose not. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joyce&lt;/strong&gt;: okayy nice to see you too louiee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boreeedddd and restless. im half doing heymath but cant concentrate farrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways perth was actually really fun. haha. but i seemed to like clash with teachers alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first so coincidential my plane seat was 53G and ms tangs was i think 53f? so i had to sit beside her i mean what is God trying to do, make me bond with teachers? ms tang is okay i guess but i didnt want to feel awkward the whole plane ride and i was sposed to have fun in the plane please. anyhow i changed seats twice so its okay i guess, but i think ms tang was a little pissed :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalaaa. oh i think i made better friends with alot of people in this trip, so thats good(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and claire and liying were late twice, so we kept the whole bus waiting twice.  so we got scolded twice oh man it was soo embarressing haha then we felt so bad so we went to apologise to mrs kwan and mr ong. another clashing with teachers fargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala oh theres another clashing. so on the first day we went to eat at this chinese restaurant for dinner and there werent enough seats for all the softies so me shiyou claire liying su and another girl vivien had to sit with the teachers &gt;.&lt; what is it with God and me and teachers. skghbrgk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me claire and liying nearly had another clashing with teachers haha. claire and i decided to have a cooking instant noodles competition at night so we got jia and shanise and clari to come over after room check to be the judge..but then clari couldnt go cos su and lydia wouldnt let her..so then erica jia and shan came over then when we opened the door another grp came in to hide. so then suddenly mr ong came out so everybody hid haha. then we got them to go back in twos or threes after checking the coast haha it was actually pretty funny. i hope no teachers see this, but alot of people did it too anyways. oh btw..i lost the competition by far, cos i forgot to take out some water before i put in the seasoning, so it was bland. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loledoo. ohh shopping on the last day was funn. shopped with su and jia. i couldnt rmb where i saw this nice belt so we ran the whole shopping mall to look for it, then they kept asking whether it was espirit and ms tang asked too, but i said no, it was a pink shop then after running arnd twice i thought, maybe it was espirit after all, and it was. haha. but i got the belt, i am so happyy. heh. then jia saw this nike bag wensi bought so she had to get it, then we ran the whole &lt;em&gt;second level &lt;/em&gt;to find the nike store. hahaha. oh..we ran cos of the time limit. but it was funn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. when we were getting out of the bus to cross the road to the airport it started hailing. mwaha i was so scared so i crossed the road without looking for cars cos i wanted to get away from the hail..cos like the hail hitting me was kinda pain and well. i was scared. so then in the middle of the road my bag toppled over and i half tripped over it and i was so panicky and i thought what if a car comes now, im gonna die so i dragged my bag across the road and now its soaked. but it was so fun, i want hail again, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i got the seat beside ms tang again, but i sort of asked her if she could change with vivien, and now i think shes angry with me. dread school, when i have to face her poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long posttt. i shall try to upload the photos later and do heymath now. good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111840830449383406?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111840830449383406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111840830449383406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111840830449383406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111840830449383406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-fever-and-i-am-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111772374861006060</id><published>2005-06-02T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T07:49:08.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shiyou:&lt;/b&gt; yupp we will try and make the softies stick together haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia:&lt;/strong&gt; face the fact yourself jia, stop trying to delude yourself. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vicky:&lt;/strong&gt; haha yes who let me out. yeahh im going to perthh dont you wish you joined some sport now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aloe:&lt;/strong&gt; -_-". wots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suyee:&lt;/strong&gt; she is a twit. and she reads manga. so..mango twit. (: mwaha. like you are tongs. it all fits together. mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shanti:&lt;/strong&gt; yes. arent we beyootiful together(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuli:&lt;/strong&gt; hohoho. donno leh. hah. fish. ((:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;perth in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually so excited abt it. farrghh. stupid teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111772374861006060?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111772374861006060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111772374861006060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111772374861006060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111772374861006060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/06/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111763330486057014</id><published>2005-06-01T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T06:41:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i promised heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lodedoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face is brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this layout, only darker with melanin and vitamin C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this layout kind of sucks but i got pretty sick of that stupid absolute bliss poopy, so bear with it until i make a better one. harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaaarrrrrrrhaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings uppp ahh im going crazyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby, im worried bout my mental state&lt;br /&gt;dont know if i'll recuperate&lt;br /&gt;think its serious&lt;br /&gt;gone from bad to worse&lt;br /&gt;and im in trouble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh about camp. camp was fun. had a game but as i saiddd ahem they werent doing their best so we won. so nothing much there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loleeeddooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think im coming down with something&lt;br /&gt;i know im gonna need your medicine&lt;br /&gt;so help me now, im freaking out, lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennn we came back. of course. then we watched this softball/baseball movie. it was nicee. keanu reeves's face is too long, but hes still qutie hot mwaha. anywayyyss it was pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night was fun. it should have been two nights. i want more nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This love is serious (everybody knows I'm mad for you)&lt;br /&gt;You get me seriously out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I am so into us (not gonna let no one get hold of you)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;Cause this love is serious, we're seriously onto something&lt;br /&gt;Serious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhooowwww. i dont want to talk abt camp anymoreeeeee. perths in...three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait, but i dont want to be in my grp. nvkjbsjrg. hope we do everything together, not in grps. -crosses fingers. &lt;br /&gt;hopes&lt;br /&gt;hopes&lt;br /&gt;hopes&lt;br /&gt;nvkabe&lt;br /&gt;farghhh. why didnt they just put friends in the same grp instead of anyhow mixing arnd. to enjoy a trip you want to spend in with friends and grow closer to friends, not feel awkward in a grp with like hardly anyone you know. NKJGFNSJKNG. whyyy are teachers so irritating, tell me. &lt;br /&gt;tell me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lover, you love me like no one can&lt;br /&gt;So if I'm crazy, hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;Hurry doctor come, need to get me some&lt;br /&gt;You know what time it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is so annoying. dont feel like posting anymoreeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh) I think I'm coming down with something&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah) I know it, gonna need your medicine&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) So help me now, I'm freaking out, lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwaha. shanti: i dont care abt hayden mwaha. johnnnyyyyyy. you can mention hayden in your post as many times you want, and i shall mention johnny. mwaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111763330486057014?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111755182042191414</id><published>2005-05-31T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T08:03:40.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jia is bugging me to update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall update to stop making her bug me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softball camp was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwaahaaa. maybe i'll elaborate more tmr. yes i will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crosses fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111755182042191414?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111718598767903804</id><published>2005-05-27T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T02:26:27.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday&lt;br /&gt;...oh. third placeeee!(: everybody played so well in the third inning we beat fajarrr. a medal for once(: went home bathed went to lisas house then su gave us and jia lyd fang a lift to fajar for prize presentation. gave jia and lisa a lift home, jia still doesnt understand how kind i was, i couldve left her all alone at fajar ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was boringg. some changi trail that sucked. the guy was like walking so fast half the time we were running...and running...fast walking..jogging...dying..whats the big rushh. and it was so borrinnggggggg the math problems sucked sigh. then stayed back to help clean equippment. waiting and waiting....and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored. i havent done any hmw yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111718598767903804?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111718598767903804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111718598767903804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111718598767903804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111718598767903804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/05/thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111702899786775966</id><published>2005-05-25T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T06:50:10.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mwaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with yuli yipei vera and yt. got presents and another pencil box and greeeen penssssss. i love my green pens. went to my house and stupid player was spoilt so we had to watch mulan 2 and ella enchanted on my com without sound. saadd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had match against nanyang. we losstt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macritchie run was cancelled which is sadd cos then we're not excused. went back to sch and watched some weird show where the officers eyes were freakkyyy. really. heh. had the book parade thing then went for softball match at aes. we woonnnn. (: me happyy. thx to the supporters and bdivv. hope we do as well tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111702899786775966?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111702899786775966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111702899786775966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111702899786775966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111702899786775966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/05/mwaha-monday-went-out-with-yuli-yipei.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111676871658905673</id><published>2005-05-22T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T06:31:56.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>game was canceled on sat cos of the rain. sigh i actually wanted to get it over with and i got so nervous all for nothing. and i dont really think we can beat nanyang so we have have have to beat aes and fajar please we have to ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anfjrjsgb so irritating yuli can you please fix your phone i keep calling but your phones still locking itself. and so pissifiying nobody's answering vera's phone either, and yipei's out till nine oh wait its past nine but still i need to tell them tmrs stuff n vkjsbnef so irritating GET A HP VERA PLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats enough too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after match and stuff went &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i give up. now nobodys answering yipeis phone. just now at least her maid answered. nobodys answering yuli or vera either. WHAT IS UP WITH EVERYBODYS PHONE PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gnbrsjbgjrbgs. grrrrrrr. anyway after match and stuff yes went for dinner with meiquans family. boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with grace to estella's church this morning. they work pretty differently anyway was quite fun the ppl were nice. after that went to harbour front had lunch there and went back to estella's house for her birthday party thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...played stuff talked and laughed and caught up i miss hpps life we were so much more laidback than now NFKESNGBRS ARGH WHAT IS UP WITH THE DARN PHONES EVERYBODY COME HOME NOW OR FIX YOUR PHONE PLEASSEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh yeah so tonight was talking to yuli on the phone so i closed the door a little cos i mean i dont like people listening to my convo if you know what i mnean esp my brother so yeah then after that my mom was like 'you dont have to close the door you know' and after that went into the usual argument which ended up i won but im not happy. i mean, what did she think i was talking abt please. 'oh hi girlfriend, wanna meet up tmr to have ahemahem...oh yeah by the way i just smuggled in some heroin oh &lt;em&gt;darn&lt;/em&gt; you wanted ketamine? nevermind i'll pass you your drugs tmr that ok?...oh gang fight on monday? definitely be there....thanks yeah that kind of sniffing glue is ok, bring two. ...nah, im abit sick of that kind of porn...ok, that kind is fine. monday 12pm? ok, ciao'? please. bit drama mamaz dont you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres so much more than just grades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111676871658905673?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111676871658905673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;but it was quite fun trying to catch butterflies and pick leaves i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, sulin carried the trsh bag halfway when zhimin told her she didnt need to haha, was pretty funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;died while going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus took an hour cos of traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some bimbo girls behind me singing really loudly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl slapping a guy infront of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the longest bus ride ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111651067930399984?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111651067930399984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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mourning nor crying nor pain, for the old order of things has passed away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111632871143024716?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111632871143024716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111632871143024716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111632871143024716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111632871143024716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/05/he-will-wipe-every-tear-from-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111624445415510031</id><published>2005-05-16T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T04:55:14.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two runs. but if we can lose to nanhua by just two, we can beat the others right? (: shit now im cheerful. which means later i'll be depressed. but anyway everybody played really better this time. they are great people(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im getting depressed. my mom isnt helped much either by asking if nanhua is supposed to be good. and i can only say that coach said nanhua isnt lousy but isnt that good either. now im really depressed. if they arent that good and we lost by two...nevermind. oh, this is getting depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111624445415510031?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111624445415510031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111624445415510031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;played with steph on the whiteboard last night at cell. haha. was drawing humps on the whiteboard and asking the kids what it was then saying it was a snake eating and elephant and steph was going its a snake eating and elephant so obvious how can you not know it? haha. little prince is qutie meaningful isnt it? the stars are beautiful because of the flower that is hidden in it and all that rot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111614462517320513?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111614462517320513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111614462517320513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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couldnt catch alot of ground balls and had to do a very very many pushups and apparently every thing is my fault as usual..oh you know what. i read another article..haha..which made me decide that i do not like jeremey lim and it would be my pleasure to gladly punch him so that his bone breaks for the 4853492853852954285 time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after trng went to orchard with yuli and elaine while vera was out shopping with her mom for flower girl gowns and is now throwing flowers at people's feet. haha. but isnt like 13 kind of old to be a flower girl? haha i'd give anything to see vera in that gown..i bet samuel would be like drooling..oops i didnt mean to publicise that vera haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...bought some body shop perfume thing for my mom which now i really regret cos i dont think she uses prefume nfnerskjf. didnt buy much else. yuli was so amusing haha and attracted alot of who-is-that-weird-silly-girl attention. lala. after that went home and yuli went to elaines house so they could go to that absolutely boring mep concert later. i am missing that absolutely very very very nice giordano pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111598674829441364?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111598674829441364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111598674829441364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111598674829441364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111598674829441364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/05/whyy-doesnt-my-post-thing-have-size.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111590322618928352</id><published>2005-05-12T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T06:08:21.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont look forward to trng tmr. i know i need practise cos i really suck but i really hope they'll let me play...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops i just tore my sisters book. ok nbm...i think it was already torn before that..i just tore the page out heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shanti&lt;/em&gt;: shanti rocks my socks off to pluto (haha). she is really really really nice and is a great friend. really. she like helps me whenever i need help and i seem to always need help. but she willingly does it and also is always there to hear me out so thats why shes such a great friend(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yuli too. yuli helps me alot. she rocks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to need alot of help from people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111590322618928352?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111590322618928352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111590322618928352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111590322618928352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111590322618928352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-look-forward-to-trng-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111587386178198698</id><published>2005-05-11T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:57:41.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never thought this day would come. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i werent so dumb, i wouldnt hate math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my body too. it has this mind of its own. yesterday i was going to my room and my mind was left right left right okay go through that gap there but i have no idea why my body just wont listen and instead i banged into the wall beside the door. please. so then since my family was still able to see me i pretended that it didnt hurt at all and actually i was doing it on purpose to strengthen my bones and walked into my room and lied down and held my hip where it banged into the wall and lay there for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh ok. so at dinner i found out that my belly button is actually where my umbilical cord came out of. haha. im slow. i cant imagine the umbilical cord coming out of the vagina though and like how does it go back? haha nvmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was sposed to go out today with the others but it was raining so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yesterday i read this really really really good article. you know the &lt;em&gt;singapore isnt boring, we are!&lt;/em&gt; it is so good ok. im going to go photocopy a thousand copies and go around singapore and paste it everywhere i see an empty space. in fact, i think i'll paste it into the people's faces too. it is so good. really. and so...hit the markish. one thing he said really impacted me too cos i always thought that but never actually said it cos no one else did, that singaproe isnt as clean as we like to think it is which is so true. i mean just walk around the streets and open your eyes seriously. clean and green? i dont think so. we dont even have much green since everybody is cutting it down and as for clean? even the geog book says we're working to become a high-tech global centre for industries and when all that sulphur dioxide carbon monoxide oxides of nitrogen amd carbon dioxide comes out the sea is going to rise and we are going to be burnt and crisp and so much for the cleanliness. not that i have anything against singapore.  singapore is fine and most of the people are really nice but its just some adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i really feel like doing now is feeding adele to the crocodiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111587386178198698?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111587386178198698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111587386178198698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111587386178198698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111587386178198698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-never-thought-this-day-would-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111547628713229235</id><published>2005-05-07T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T07:31:27.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jia; joyce: haha. im so grateful(: now say it another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shanti: thx motivator shanti. haha. i wont forget your birthday. whens your birthday? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany: haha. i shall post abt your cake HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vera; danny; wilfred; racheal loke; isnt it interesting that so many people can tag a second after another vera. haha. and those ARENOT common names. actually they are really uncommon.HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, &lt;strong&gt;vany's cake rocks my socks off!&lt;/strong&gt; (: only i forgot to ask what kind of cake it was...anyway vanys nice enough to make it mocha ice-cream cake with coffee icing and coffee beans...right?(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111547628713229235?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111547628713229235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111547628713229235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111547628713229235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111547628713229235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/05/jia-joyce-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111495927081215942</id><published>2005-05-01T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T07:54:30.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bgrngfd i dropped my history textbook in my sis's bubble bath and spent the whole time blow drying each page and it just happened to be night. at least i studied while blow drying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you assholes, why are you making such a big deal out of this ip ib thing? i didnt even think it was a big deal, i hardly thought about it, so i didnt mention it much. i mentioned it once,  but you forgot. even then you hardly said or thought about it much yourself. so why are you blaming me and killing me for not consulting you about it? what the hell is there to consult about? i didnt think about it much, its not that i made a decision not to apply myself. what desicion? i didnt DECIDE anything without your consultation. i just didnt bother about it. i thought i'd just go through o levels like a normal person, go through the normal system. why the hell do you have to go make such a big deal about it. i just didnt think it was a big deal enough. and even then, i can go through a whole day without thinking about it, so why would i REMEMBER to mention it and consult you? theres nothing to consult about. and why are you going around saying i consult my friends about this more than you? that i dont respect you? what the hell are you crapping about? get your facts straight before you open your big mouth; i didnt even think about it or consult my friends whether i should apply. so if i didnt even consult MYSELF, why would i bother to consult you? i mean, when i bought graph paper i didnt exactly go to the school phone and ask you whether i should buy it and waste twenty cents deciding whether the graph paper with the orange wrapping or the green wrapping would be better did i? and even THEN i consult myself. so what the hell is your problem. just because you get so angry about every little thing you have to take out your anger on me? the fact that you get angry over such small things is your problem and guess what? i dont care anymore. maybe i SHOULD pack my bag and go. not to mention tear up the birthday card and throw it away before i've even read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111452580569636752</id><published>2005-04-26T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T07:44:14.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>joyce is a nice human. jia is a nice nut. a &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; nut, but a nut all the same. did you know she tried to make a hole in my head with her waterbottle? &lt;em&gt;waterbottle.&lt;/em&gt; you can't make a hole in the head with a waterbottle, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..congratulations yuli. i heard you from vera you got highest...hahaa see, you could do it, even if it was only for 32 seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111452580569636752?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111406692686686426</id><published>2005-04-20T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:02:06.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>com lab</title><content type='html'>when i grow up, i'll tell emelyn (the future president)to ban abortion, and put women who try abortion into jail or sentenced for murder; and also to ban classmates who keep on saying 'blubblub' or any other annoying phrases from sitting beside anybody (like me) in class, because im such a goodgood friend (:. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread tmr's assembly cause yuli will start laughing while singing the song then i will start snorting from trying not to laugh then zhimin will give her stupid grin and then sarah will start giggling and i will pee in my pants from trying to stop laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111374889748591282</id><published>2005-04-17T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T07:46:39.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. kingdom of heaven starring orlando is in theatres on may 5. may 5. my birthday. orlando. it's fate, it really is. whenever, whereever, we're meant to be together. (: im sorry johnny depp, even though orlando is not as hot i'll have to ditch you for a day to watch the movie with him in the royal theatre eating salted and no sugar popcorn, (although lit and art exams are on that day), besides, revenge is sweet(:. its time you got your own taste of your medicine, no one told you to go out with lydia (why did you date outside of your species?) even though you came to your senses a little while after. mwaha.&lt;em&gt; whenever, whereever, we're meant to be together(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: HAHA, because it was very "i have nothing to say"ish, haha. yeah i'll relink you..like after exams, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce: 12! arfgh, he's worse than charlie brown, hahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicky: VICKY! haha, i can't help it. you would if you were me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia: you crack me up too, twit, haaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111374889748591282?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111374889748591282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111374889748591282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111374889748591282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111374889748591282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/04/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111357395364903619</id><published>2005-04-15T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T07:05:53.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im supposed to be studying for exams and i don't bring any of my books back home. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in the mood for blogging but track meet was quite fun. and trng was... it was just ... . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay that wasn't very concise but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked over at my brother's msn nick and it was 'DaRk TuRtLe RoX mY sOcKs OfF! haha...lame'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. he is so...so..UGH. UGH! ugh. haha sorry, but its just so. so. ughhhh ughughughughughugh i can't find any other word to best describe it and the only other word to descibe what i felt when i saw it is ugh. ugh. ugh looks and sounds so weird now. ughh. u-g-h? such a weird combination...ug-h. its like...ursula. little mermaid is so nice...did i mention how poser my brother is? and how bimbo? and how...hypocritish? ugh. i know bimbo and poser is like for girls but he is SO sissy i've come to think of him as a girl. like david, davina. ugh i just wrote his name! horrible. i will not do him honor by typing a post about him with his name in it, ugh disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg study chinese. ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111357395364903619?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111357395364903619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111357395364903619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111357395364903619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111357395364903619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-supposed-to-be-studying-for-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111321649915628975</id><published>2005-04-11T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T03:49:27.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span family="tahoma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#61dc6c;"&gt;Noble eh? &lt;/em&gt;Yehyeh. And she doesnt know how to upload pictures to a certain site call &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt; and all her pictures, sad to say can't turn up!&lt;br /&gt;And thank god, she washed her pencil case and it came back all clean only for a few smudges of blue at the side. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Howhohwo. I need to make this entry longerrr. sarah's so silly. I sent her songs and that's her demand to do the R&amp;amp;J script. Wow. And u noe wad she did? She must finish listning to a song before I can send another one. HAHAH. or rather&lt;strong&gt; HARRHARR.&lt;/strong&gt; and now she asking me how to dl the on my way song when hello, she coul just asked me cos I'm the best song resource. HAHA. when come to tokking bout sarah. I'm egoistic. hahaha. Hmmm. What what else? I shall post my stupid lit stuff here. Should I? nonon. I like a certain kind of red now. DARK RED. but not really dark haha. I need to do my script now byebye. abrupt but heck care lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;____fishpear&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111321649915628975?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111321649915628975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111321649915628975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111321649915628975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111321649915628975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/04/noble-eh-yehyeh.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111314118768963053</id><published>2005-04-10T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T07:01:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"But why is the rum gone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"It's Captain Jack Sparrow savvy?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Welcome to the Caribbean luv!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"May I request something to wear, or will it be bare breasts and ankles all the way?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Keira Knightley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Argh, swash swash buckle buckle!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Bugger it... go back on that bit" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire, as juliet. isnt she preettaayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt he hot! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I love him..."&lt;br /&gt;"No you don't..."&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I'm just in love with love..."&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe you're just an idiot..."&lt;br /&gt;"...maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why dont the pictures showw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111314118768963053?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111314118768963053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111314118768963053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111314118768963053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111314118768963053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/04/but-why-is-rum-gone-its-captain-jack.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111313853714023759</id><published>2005-04-10T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T06:08:57.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dads getting a new car, renault, so sad ): i'll miss my cockroach infested honda ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softball friendly with cresent was better than expected. i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111313853714023759?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111313853714023759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111313853714023759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111313853714023759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111313853714023759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-dads-getting-new-car-renault-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111313803991802511</id><published>2005-04-10T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T06:00:39.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lydia(soh) = 2nd wife and unloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sarah(depp) = 1st wife and loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, SO MUCH FOR DELUDING YOURSELF, JACK SPARROW AND I WERE MARRIED BEHIND YOUR BACK, AND HE WAS ONLY MARRYING YOU COS HE DIDNT WANT TO BREAK YOUR HEART COS HE KNEW YOU'D CRY YOURSELF TILL LIKE, THE WHOLE WORLD DROWNED. SO HUMBLE, SO KIND, AND HE INHERITED THAT FROM ME, COS I WAS THE ONE WHO um, CONVINCED HIM TO DO MARRY YOU WRINKLED TWIT. hahahaa YOU CAN BE MORE UM, GORRRRGEEEEUUUUSSSSS (quoted) THAN ME, BUT I HAVE A BEYOOOTIFUL HEART AND THATS WHAT MATTERS. BESIDES, YOURE GONNA GET WRINKLES SOON, HEEHEE. SO MUCH FOR GORGEOUSNESS, YOU DIDNT EVEN SPELL IT CORRECTLY HAHA! and i dont think i did either, oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111313803991802511?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111313803991802511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111313803991802511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111313803991802511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111313803991802511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/04/lydiasoh-2nd-wife-and-unloved.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111305519559863067</id><published>2005-04-09T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T07:05:58.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rafgh, im here to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK SPARROW IS MINE MINE MINE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, im obsessing over him too, used his big big picture with legolas for comp adobe photoshop assignment, so there lydia. you can go travel the eight seas and discover the Captain Jack Loves Lydia not Sarah sea alone cos at the last minute jack sparrow will discover that he cant live without me and runs of in search of his only one while you live of islands eating clams, mwahah. we'll get wedded the same day like r&amp;j, and all thw world will celebrate while you eat clams until like, you become a clam haaharr. and then we'll have a honeymoon and travel the whole world finding treasures, and sit in the Royal Theatre with no lights and eat popcorn and watch pirates of the carribean while you drool at home. and of course, we'll live HAPPILY EVER AFTER. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. johnny DEPT's saying smthing now. okay hes saying, i love ya, my only one. heehee. now hes singing 'you are my only one'. whatever song that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She's safe just like I promised. She's all set to marry Norrington just like she promised. And you're going to die for her just like you promised. So we're all men of our word really, except for Elizabeth who is in fact a woman.&lt;br /&gt;-Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111305519559863067?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111305519559863067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111305519559863067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111305519559863067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111305519559863067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='html'>pleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the traffic jam today was so bad i was stuck with my dad in the car worrying and listening to him sing yue liang dai biao wo de xin. sing? more like..okay never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to cross the drain thing and climb over the other thing but my dad was like are you crazy? do you see anyone else doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway was pretty boring. walked around visiting people and just about died in the heat, then went to steal the primary's shaded seat at the back but soon got chased down one step, later two steps, and later back to our usual seat. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had a weird dream. was reading changeling for the twentith time when i fell asleep, not surprising haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. in the dream i was at this weird school with some people, cant rmb who. then my teeth were like too big for my mouth and it hurt alot so i was trying to get my top set of teeth on top of my bottom set of teeth like usual so it wouldnt hurt but just really couldnt, cos they were of different sizes and esp the top right sharp one, which was really big, so when i finally nearly succeeded the sharp teeth broke and some other teeth fell out into my hand and there was blood all over so i really needed to go to the bathroom, so i ran around the school asking for where the toilet was but the people were so strange, they wouldnt tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all of a sudden i was at a hotel room with my family, but it was somewhat like my house. then there was this really weird alienish guy that looked human that came to attack us, i cant really rmb but it was sososo scary. and so my mom went out to get this alien protector thing that looked like those really big fire cans thing that had this calculator thing that kept counting down. then she went out again. then the guy came again, and with this injection sringe thing. and then he went to inject my sis who was sitting on the bed nearest the door with my dad, and me and my borother were sitting on the other bed. then he took out from his pocket a tie with keys. you know the tie i hang my home keys on. he gave me this really chilling out of the corner of your eye look, as if challenging me saying "wonder how i got this?" and there was this scary explosion in me then i went to hide behind my father saying "dad..." but somehow my dad suddenly changed and he was talking and laughing and saying"aiyah, never mind lah jie." so i got very very freaked cos the guy was coming to the next bed to inject my brother and i, so i slipped off the bed to the door area hoping they wouldnt think anything. then i went to the door and i heard the countdown, it was 58, 59 60, and somehow i knew it meant something, and it did. the bulb on the door started flashing red and i opened to door and went out. heard noises inside and started panicking very very badly so i pressed the lift and somehow it was already on the 14th floor, but i was panicking so bad i forgot how to use the lift and i was panicking, panicking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i suddenly got up, like shot up from my sleep with my heart beating fast and my breathing rapid and there was this explosion inside me which faded away and left me with the sentence &lt;i&gt;its only a dream&lt;/i&gt;. it was really scary. i mean i know people always write in compositions "i found out it was only a dream" but never really experienced it before, but this time it came in such an impact i didnt even know i was thinking it, it was so scary. walked out and i felt like crying and dying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111236405061056385?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111236405061056385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111236405061056385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111236405061056385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111236405061056385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/04/pleh.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111201902791170746</id><published>2005-03-28T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T06:10:27.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shall we &lt;u&gt;dance&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111201902791170746?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111201902791170746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111201902791170746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111201902791170746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111201902791170746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/shall-we-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111190667477367706</id><published>2005-03-26T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:57:54.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lord I stand in the midst of a multitude&lt;br /&gt;Of those from every tribe and tongue&lt;br /&gt;We are your people on earth&lt;br /&gt;Redeemed by your blood&lt;br /&gt;Rescued from death by your love&lt;br /&gt;There are no words&lt;br /&gt;Good enough to thank you&lt;br /&gt;There are no words&lt;br /&gt;To express my praise&lt;br /&gt;But I will lift up my voice&lt;br /&gt;And sing from my heart&lt;br /&gt;With all of my strength&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah to the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;by the blood of Christ we stand&lt;br /&gt;Every tongue Every tribe Every people Every land&lt;br /&gt;Giving Glory&lt;br /&gt;Giving honour&lt;br /&gt;Giving praise unto the lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;Lord we stand by grace in your presence&lt;br /&gt;Cleansed by the blood of the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;We are your children called by your name&lt;br /&gt;Humbly we bow and we pray&lt;br /&gt;Release your power to work in us and through us&lt;br /&gt;Till we are changed to be more like you&lt;br /&gt;Then all the nations will see your glory revealed and worship you&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;Bridge: Every knee shall bow&lt;br /&gt;And every tongue confess that you are Lord of all, Lord of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you shall judge yourself," the king answered. "that is the most difficult thing of all. It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world." And the roses were very much embarrassed. "You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you, the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one is ever satisfied where he is,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What makes the desert beautiful," said the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I said to the little prince. "The house, the stars, the desert-- what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes you need to look back at the past happy times and cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111190667477367706?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111190667477367706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111190667477367706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111190667477367706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111190667477367706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/lord-i-stand-in-midst-of-multitude-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111185025887982206</id><published>2005-03-26T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T07:23:13.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt;&lt;img alt="I am going to die at 84. When are you? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=8675" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice. i hope my family dies in that year too. haha, im not being mean! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two muffins were sitting in an oven, and the first looks over to the second, and say, "man it's really hot in here". The second looks over at the first with a surprised look, and answers, "WHOA, a talking muffin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is green and has wheels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grass. &lt;s&gt;(i lied about the wheels.)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day 3 people were stuck on an island with cannibals. the cannibals said, "if you do what we say, we wont kill you". so the 3 people followed the orders the cannibals.So the cannibals said, "go into the forest and pick 10 fruits of the first fruit you see".So the first person came back out of the forest with 10 apples. the cannibals said, "put the apples up your ass without making a facial expression". The person then made a facial expression after the second apple, so the cannibals killed him.The second person came back out of the forest with 10 cherries. the cannibals said, "put the cherries up your ass without making a facial expression". The person then started laughing on the tenth cherry, so they killed him.In heaven, the person with apples asked the person with cherries "why did you start laughing?". The person replied, "i saw the third person come out with pineapples."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha LAME (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres smthing wrong with me today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111185025887982206?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111185025887982206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111185025887982206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111185025887982206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111185025887982206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111180778404306208</id><published>2005-03-25T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T19:29:44.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont like the way your family of fakers say that children have no burdens&lt;br /&gt;maybe you've forgotten about when you were a child&lt;br /&gt;sometimes children are lonlier than old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to holland v to meet lisa rica and jia yesterday&lt;br /&gt;they were wasting their lunch&lt;br /&gt;esp erica&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;lots of body shop. went to src, met joyce then coach came. stuffed jias bag with grass then coach's haha. watched cresent gainst st theresa, i didnt look at my position at all &gt;.&lt; ugh. went to the raffles city there...more body shop. met jo and adele. went back to watch the fajar match. was pretty boring, i think we got dumber watching it. not like we were actually watching anyway haha. we only watched like..1/8 of it. haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for dinner at holland v with my parents again, im getting sick of holland v &gt;.&lt; then went for the boring boring ex-cell where i finished one whole (enid byton) book. haha. didnt really like ex-cell. nobody to talk to and besides, theres the family of fakers, and it was all i could do from blurting out sarcastic remarks. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the first part of the day was fun so thats good i guess (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent done any sch work yett &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111166754501405710</id><published>2005-03-24T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T04:32:25.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wanted her to be &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted her to grow up &lt;u&gt;well&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so much but its fine if you think im &lt;b&gt;hell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just end my life right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111166754501405710?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111166754501405710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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birthday elaine (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really liked the soggy cake, haha jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia is a twit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite pleased with my grp cos they really participate alot and it was so hard for me to do their marks cos everybody really did alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say again, jia is a twit, heeeheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yay two whole com periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estella: star! haha im fine..did you go on monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sher: thx..haha okay shall link you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine: HAPPY BIRTHDAY hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vera: "im speechless" haha, sounds familiar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111150197194662982</id><published>2005-03-22T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T06:32:51.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stress stress stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work work work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont actually mind pw but it takes up &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111150197194662982?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111150197194662982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tried to kill me with a rubber band standing one cm away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only tried to kill her one metre away, and i was gentle honest (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so freaky, you never know what vera might do haaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, the little prince thing was kind of lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there were some stuff that meant alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like there were some deep meanings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i dont know what im talking about but some stuff the little prince said meant alot, i dont know, seemed so...deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeah had trng after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer less people trng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then its more organized hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went there and there was only lisa and jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then more people came i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that jia is really spastic, and always comes in my way when asking for rides, hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a nice new watch, but i still love my old one, poor strap, i shall carry it with me everywhere in my pocket with the new one on my wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss having a watch on my wrist, feels so bare without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have my art with me and theres art tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what to do, and i dont have my drawing block with me, ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i'll jsut say i didnt bring or smthing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres the stupid geog test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111141742057305845?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111106670350744820</id><published>2005-03-17T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T05:38:23.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha vera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not exactly what i wanted you to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i skipped some boring parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;thanks&lt;/s&gt; for all the recomendations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or however you spell it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with yuli and vany and zhimin today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos vera and elaine couldnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only fulfilled getting  two stuff that i needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and zhimin couldnt get her lemon lollipop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vany was looking at her new skirt every five seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhaa and yuli was attacked by two guys trying to promote smthing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me and vany and zhimin ran away and left her there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then we decided to be kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and vany and i went back to escort her away from the attackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when vany tried to drag yuli away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the  guys who shook yuli's hand was like " your friend is so rude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to take neos but vany didnt so didnt in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw jia and her &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwaaahhaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye appt tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sch in...3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still so much stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;get off me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111106670350744820?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111106670350744820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111106670350744820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111106670350744820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111106670350744820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/haha-vera-its-not-exactly-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111097503792271099</id><published>2005-03-16T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T04:10:37.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore slang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.wahlao&lt;br /&gt;2eh&lt;br /&gt;3.oi&lt;br /&gt;4.wei&lt;br /&gt;5.lah&lt;br /&gt;6.lo&lt;br /&gt;7.luh&lt;br /&gt;8.why you so liddat one&lt;br /&gt;9....what&lt;br /&gt;10.boliao&lt;br /&gt;11.kan cheong&lt;br /&gt;12.chimchimchongchong&lt;br /&gt;13.cincai&lt;br /&gt;14.ah&lt;br /&gt;15.what toking you&lt;br /&gt;16.aiyah&lt;br /&gt;17. can anot&lt;br /&gt;18.sorry lah&lt;br /&gt;19.my problem lah&lt;br /&gt;20.see what see&lt;br /&gt;21.where got...&lt;br /&gt;22.why you look so...&lt;br /&gt;23.lorh&lt;br /&gt;24.liao&lt;br /&gt;25.sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yuli slang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ey, can you dont do that [whine]&lt;br /&gt;2. ey can you all dont be like that [whine][usually to vera]&lt;br /&gt;3. eh, eh, eh [nods head and pokes your shoulder]&lt;br /&gt;4. ah, ah [nods head]&lt;br /&gt;5. i dont like you.&lt;br /&gt;6. i think youre very cute&lt;br /&gt;7. i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vera slang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. international self disgrace or smthing like that&lt;br /&gt;2. im going to drop you down the building now&lt;br /&gt;3. can someone kill ____ right now [usually to me even when i dont say or do a thing]&lt;br /&gt;4. [laughs her singsong laugh for absolutely no reason and points her finger at nothing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;elaine slang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. [opens and closes her mouth, decides not to say it, and smiles]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i did this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my blog looks horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the pic from the bintan resort webbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so beau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. since i loved bright green white and brown so much i decided to make my blog like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it looks badd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the chatterbox looks screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trng was so tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my shoulders hurt cos of the beach's sunburnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and isnt it amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sand there is so fine each step you take you sink in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and isnt it even more amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one tiny handfull of sand can mean so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that one handful can amount to the number of people on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that so amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was doing my science workbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so weird writing down enlarged penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounded so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like bigger breasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it odd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how one thing can be so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so odd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mysterious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111097503792271099?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111097503792271099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111097503792271099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111097503792271099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111097503792271099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/singapore-slang-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111093914306765381</id><published>2005-03-15T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T18:12:23.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my mom when i came home i would just do work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well bintan was nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just beach, sea and sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we got sunburnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we stayed in our room playing chess and scrabble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the resort was really nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my home to be like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bright green and wooden brown and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rooms were nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this nice balcony with two chairs and a table and outside all you could see were rocks, palm trees, sand, beach, and sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sound of the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanna: haha yup. with your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;char: finally (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june: haha now you dont. i dont believe you but your welcome anyway haha (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli: harhar. i love your candle! wait now its MY candle mwahaa. mine. im back from bintan now and i still dont know your correct number &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its your choice be the way you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111093914306765381?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111093914306765381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111093914306765381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111093914306765381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111093914306765381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/haha-i-told-my-mom-when-i-came-home-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111065104505563615</id><published>2005-03-12T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T10:10:45.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>theres this big big bruise on my knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its really scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a blue background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and purple dots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and red pink dots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i just saw it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly fainted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harrharr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harrharr sounds nice now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading the long patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;[its not so bad vera, but i've read better books, not like i read it finish yet (x]&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class party was fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cept that why did it have to choose to rain then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was wearing white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and without a bra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but otherwise the class party was quite fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really the whole class though, which is sad, but we'd have flooded squishy's house anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wll then we ate and talked, i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some exchanging gift thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hadnt time to get stuff so i just plucked something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry june (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; yuli's present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love love love&lt;/span&gt; jelly candles they are so nice &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nice &lt;/span&gt;and i love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; jelly stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli is so nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad about giving june that graduating bear on a book )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then people had to go around 10. so me alyssa yuli and ellie left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my signed balloon got smudgeddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;sadd.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im leaving for bintan tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why im still up at 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;harrharr&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually im leaving today, its 2 already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i havent got much work done oh shit shit shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be so behind when i come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go try do some pw now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111065104505563615?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111065104505563615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111065104505563615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111065104505563615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111065104505563615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/theres-this-big-big-bruise-on-my-knee.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111060750810345629</id><published>2005-03-11T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T22:05:08.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hot &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there to get the books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is creepy when its so silent and empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you drop your ruler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you hear a howling sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then a man comes whistling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when you reach home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rubbish man comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole places stinks sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you go to your room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you smell like rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suyee is cap and lisa is vice cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should not say who i voted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and actually i think lydia would make a good vice cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the src carnival thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can wait too, because that is when i find out im not in the team anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont actually know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can predict,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a &lt;u&gt;good good&lt;/u&gt; website on business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and doing a category is soso hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp its on GOODS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got to find out where youre going to get this, and that, and no matter how long you search it amounts to nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;great&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go do work &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;u&gt;more work&lt;/u&gt; now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my nose just died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my shirt smells sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go sniff some coffee beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taa-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111055801328203422</id><published>2005-03-11T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T08:22:47.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; downloading fonts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx to yuli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my com is going to explode with fonts soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt; day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think pe. was &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and softball trng was &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt; too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really helped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am satisfied with the trng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am satisfied with my geog marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt; projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to do hist, but i didnt bring my book back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wanted to do lit, but i didnt bring my book back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wanted to do math, but the heymath doesnt work and i fell asleep halfway doing it haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how to do the stupid thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i spent &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt; looking for a printing company for pw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up doing nothing at all, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a waste of a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably wont even have any chance to do any work the next few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but cme was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am satisfied with what my group decided to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bollywood is really creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhimin is so amusing have i said that before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fonts&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; fonts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fonts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so much trng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am simplified, did you know &lt;/em&gt;that&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111055801328203422?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111055801328203422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111055801328203422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111055801328203422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111055801328203422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-love-downloading-fonts-thx-to-yuli-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111045166662760026</id><published>2005-03-10T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T02:47:46.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have decided to change my name to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall now be &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history test today was so badd )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know people say it just to be like humble and modest or smthing but im not being humble or modest just right now and im going to fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli says so too but it is most obvious that she will not, so she is being modest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math is so confusing &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pw... she scolded the people who didnt go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the workshop was really helpful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so in the end we didnt do much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yesterdays bio was amusing (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he was saying those things you could actually...i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel it, somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like...&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli vera joyce fanglin and i got to miss lit today ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought there were so many more going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it turned out to be only 5 of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to have a whole bus to ourselves (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway mg won (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to all the netties but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get the game at all so whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;davina screamed everytime the other team tried to shoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos when she screams, the ball doesnt go in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really amusing (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go die and melt in the projects now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pissifiying&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somemore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family wants to go to bintan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant say no can i, since theyre all so looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind just that theres so much stuff to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;so little time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you cant stop people from changing; people dont change just becuase you want them to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111045166662760026?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111045166662760026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111045166662760026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111045166662760026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111045166662760026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-have-decided-to-change-my-name-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111020319445222934</id><published>2005-03-07T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T05:46:34.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese test was badbadbad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.e was..quite fun in a sense i guess &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhimin get stomache ache everytime theres p.e and needs the loo, but when she gets to the loo, she doesnt need it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is so amusing ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to get that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp on friday.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, during dinner, my brother would need to pass, and when he passes, sometimes, he would pretend to be an airplane and go, one, two, three, blast-off! and sometimes, you can hear the plop! sound because he never closes the door properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit smells and sounds plus my mom's "famous" carrot and celery juice do not mix well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the time when you get nauseated, half-way faint, and your nose dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant believe what you put me through. countless,endless tears that i wasted on you.you hurt me, bruised me, twisted my every being...i still dont know why or what i was seeing...you chose her cause you were lonely. how could you of said all those things, you are so phony.you could been so much happier with me, but you decided to set me free...and thats ok, cause you will forever be, a somebody, without me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111020319445222934?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111020319445222934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111020319445222934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111011296456100992?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111011296456100992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111011296456100992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111011296456100992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/111011296456100992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/behind-every-good-man-there-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-111011293216981933</id><published>2005-03-06T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T04:42:12.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whitney houston has a really unique voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its such a pity that shes just letting her voice go to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that when she dies with her voice dies her store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sound familiar? it doesnt make sense but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it really is a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inkwell was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sold out really well ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candy floss!!! -lick lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candy floss is gone within a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp when youre sharing it with yuli and tabbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is a pity too, it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love candy floss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised i totally forgot about zhouji and art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to study for chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men are like pennies: two-faced and worthless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-111011293216981933?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/111011293216981933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=111011293216981933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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shy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110985361223958027?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110985361223958027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110985361223958027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110985361223958027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110985361223958027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/for-you-are-crunchy-and-taste-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110976895836519061</id><published>2005-03-02T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T05:09:18.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M RESIGNING, I'M HEREBY OFICIALLY TENDEING MY RESIGNATION AS A TEENAGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an eight-year-old again! I want to go down to McDonalds and think it’s a five-star restaurant. I want to think that M and M's are better than money because you can eat them. I want to eat a whole packet of Tim tams without feeling guilty afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to return to when all you knew were colors, multiplication, tables and nursery rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to return to when you didn't know and you didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember the whole morning was filled of what your Mom had packed for lunch and the whole afternoon what you were having for dinner. When a simple matchbox car or a Barbie doll represented a whole week's worth of entertainment. When you actually had an imagination. When magic really existed. When 'Jaws' didn't look fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good would always triumph over evil. When a member of the of the opposite sex was just some annoying disturbance. When friends were real and you didn't care if they were black, white, Catholic, Asian, African, Muslim, fat, skinny, pink, green or from a whole other planet, it just didn't matter... until others told you differently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that anything is possible all you have to do is Dream. I want it to be unknown to me the complexities of life and to be completely ecstatic by the little things again like the sound of the Mr. Whippy Van!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T want to know of school, homework, clothes, friendship, relationships,popularity or even gossip! I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams and human kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that all adults must know everything (How wrong we were).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my money, keycards, my makeup, and my adolescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god is in love with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY DARLING HANDPHONE BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will kiss my phone when i actually drag my body to get it from my moms bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trng was so tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but t-stnad batting was fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coach's helper is so amusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we mixed up all our names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erica became shanise and shanise became erica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia became melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i was batting i told her my name was lydia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i acted as though i hated mud alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said shes going to roll lydia in the mud later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha poor lydia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart bleeds for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms ng is really scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the softball blog is updated...finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully we can revive it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder...why someone is the way she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i am the way i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here lies,All cold and hard,The last damn dog,That pooped in my yard!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110976895836519061?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110976895836519061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110976895836519061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110976895836519061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110976895836519061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-resigning-im-hereby-oficially.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110968211052753763</id><published>2005-03-01T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T05:08:13.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone to find myself, if I should return before I get back, please ask me to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli got full marks for her chem test! full marks! why am i so surrounded by clever people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss ng is getting really irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ghosts got invented in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The European Union commissioners have announced that agreement has been reached to adopt English as the preferred language for European communications, rather than German, which was the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, the British &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=government&amp;v=56"&gt;government&lt;/a&gt; conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a five-year phased plan for what will be known as EuroEnglish (Euro for short). In the first year, "s" will be used instead of the soft "c". Sertainly, sivil servants will resieve this &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=news&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;news&lt;/a&gt; with joy. Also, the hard "c" will be replaced with "k". Not only will this klear up konfusion, but typewriters kan have one less letter. There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year, when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced by "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20 per sent shorter. In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. Governments will enkorage the removal of double letters, which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of silent "e"s in the languag is disgrasful, and they would go. By the fourth year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" by "z" and "w" by " v". During ze fifz year, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou", and similar changes vud of kors be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters. Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are really freaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ten years later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people will forget about stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trng tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go study for tingxie now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want someone i can talk to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110968211052753763?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110968211052753763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110968211052753763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110968211052753763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110968211052753763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110950719212132368</id><published>2005-02-27T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T04:26:32.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boreeddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vera elaine and yuli came over for project work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shot peas at each other during lunchh &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least it was quite quite accomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then elaine's mom drove us to r&amp;j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the play wasnt soo great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and yt; we slept a quarter of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think they like us so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the questions we asked were so...-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think juliet is really egoistic, not romeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...its just i dunno, her tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so not worth my $15 dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you all tmrr (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110950719212132368?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110950719212132368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110950719212132368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110950719212132368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110950719212132368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/02/boreeddd-vera-elaine-and-yuli-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110933476476337626</id><published>2005-02-25T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T04:32:44.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IM ALL ALONE AT HOME TILL MIDNIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THE DOOR JUST SLAMMED BEHIMD ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THERES NO WIND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I CANT FIND MY TORCHLIGHT IN CASE IT BLACKS OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I CANT FIND MATCHES OR CANDLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I DONT DARE TO GET THE KNIFE IN CASE SOME INVISIBLE THING COMES AND SLASHES ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IM A DEAD PERSON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I WISH I WENT WITH MY FAMILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;today was fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;p.e was a killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mwaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;OH MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I HEAR NOISES COMING FROM THE KITCHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;MAYBE ITS A MADMAN SHARPENING HIS KNIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;OH SHIT SOMEONE SAVE ME PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;mwaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;we have to write a fifty word essay on what we learnt from the softball tournament!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so amusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;rmb the english funny signs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i found some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;by acci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;At A Laundry Shop: How about we refund your money, send you a new one at no charge, close the store and have the manager shot. Would that be satisfactory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;At the entrance of the large machinery plant: Warning to young ladies: If you wear loose clothes, beware of the machinery. If you wear tight clothes, beware of the machinist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Billboard on the side of the road: Keep your eyes on the road and stop reading these signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Door of a plastic surgeon’s office: Hello. May we pick your nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In a Beauty Shop: Dye now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;In a cleaner’s window: Anyone leaving their garments here for more than 30 days will be disposed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In a dry cleaner's emporium: Drop your pants here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In a New York restaurant: Customers who find our waitresses rude ought to see the manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In a toilet: Toilet out of order. Please use floor below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;In a veterinarian’s waiting room: Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Inside a bowling alley: Please be quiet. We need to hear a pin drop.Maternity Clothes Shop: We are open on Labor Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;On a butcher's window: Let me meat your needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;On an electrician's truck: Let us remove your shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Outside a photographer’s studio: Out to lunch; if not back by five, out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Outside a second-hand store: We exchange anything - bicycles, washing machines etc. Why not bring your wife along and get a wonderful bargain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110933476476337626?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110924383036759164</id><published>2005-02-24T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T03:17:10.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;IT WAS RATIO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;RATIO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i mean, how blur more can i get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;IT WAS RATIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i feel like killing myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;why do i have to be so blur??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;do they give half a mark if you put it as a fraction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;lit was so funny mwaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i didnt know what to say so i just said i learnt about relationships and charaters and stuff then i heard some snorting noise so i looked over at elaine and she was laughing so hard her face was all red and she made me laugh and so ms ng was like...nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;and then yuli was talking about something i cant rmb and then halfway beause ms ng wasnt saying anything and was just staring at her with this...i dont know, espression, she was like" i mean, its like...its like....its like" and then she kept waving her hand while she was saying that so i kept seeing the shadow pass over me and after her fifth "its like" i couldnt contain my laughter anymore so i put my head down and my whole body was shaking...i wonder what ms ng thought. anyway yuli is so amusing mwaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"i learnt that ( pause) that (flips through pages) i learnt that...they shouldnt have gatecrashed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-quoted by jiayin (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;didnt go for softball trng cos i really had to catch up on my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;saw them trng from my study room window. i really wanted to go for trng sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyway just watched them for a while. melanie's voice is really loud. could her her really clearly... and if this is any encouragement for the softies i could hear your warm up counting really clearly too ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mwaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The doctors X-rayed my head and found nothing." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Dizzy Dean explaining how he felt after being hit on the head by a ball in the 1934 World Series.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110924383036759164?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110924383036759164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110924383036759164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha nvm...the end time is coming. look at all the disasters around. bad pollution in the air, global warming, earthquakes, bush fires, some sickness thingy. 200 children dying in atlanta from the cold. even though the ice caps are starting to melt mwaha. i just hope me and my family will be brought up to heaven before it happens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im so scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mwaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;what a horrible day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;stupid me came back from the toilet with vera before chem test. so then i stuffed everything on my table under my desk and the stupid periodic table went in with it! i didnt know we could use it because i wasnt really listening before. well excuseee me. i was running the gas particle theory through my head! how could i listen&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i am so stupid. i probably failed the whole stupid test. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and softball trng was pretty boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hope math test tmr wont be too hard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doesnt a lightning rod on top of a church show a lack of faith?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110916460638696401?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110916460638696401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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is bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wahahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sorry...feeling odd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;guesss whatt! i forgot there was tingxie tmr until vera just told me and i dont have my stupid books! thx so much vera but it didnt really help. so amazing really. sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;guess what else! im so kind to tongs, but shes so mean to me! i gave her my favourite bitch pic but she wouldnt give me the bratty face i wanted for so long! rrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;like this lay? i dont really like it but cant be bothered to change it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;sighhh. im so dead for tingxie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;so today, i was bathing in my parent's room bathroom and my sis was still bubble bathing. so then i found out i didnt have my towel so i did what i usually do (cos i forget it often) . my dad was in the room doing his work and my brother could be right outside. so i opened the bathroom door halfway and checked that my dad was staring at his computer and poised myself. so then i went like one, two, three! and grabbed my clothes and ran out of the bathroom and out of my parents room to my room naked and banged right into my door. smart right! wahhaaa and my sis my sitting in the bathtub laughing like crazy. i really hope my dad didnt see me from his computer reflection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;wait. why am i telling you this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;not like anyone comes here anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;okay. i should go. dont comment on the bikini okay? i wasnt my fault!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i just love and hate the sea so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;its scary, the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this tale is true and mine;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it tells of how the sea swept me back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and forth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110890668754125500?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110890668754125500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110890668754125500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110890668754125500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110890668754125500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-my-name-is-bitch-wahahhaa-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110874023089534428</id><published>2005-02-18T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T07:23:51.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>purple is me. pink is the annoying one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:24:56 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:24:58 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;who are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:25:13 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;it's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:25:44 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:25:51 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;ellie?&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:26:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;stephanie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:28:27 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;who's stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:30:43 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;who are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:31:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:31:18 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;qquuiicckkk!&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:32:34 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;are you minlu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;who's that&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:04 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:11 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;go and sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:19 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;tell me nowwww&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:26 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;or im gonna block you&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:33 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;and how can i sleep!&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:35 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;its so early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:46 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;block?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:51 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;wats that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:51 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;now!&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:33:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:34:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;really now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:34:14 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;ur theatening me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:34:22 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;NO IM JUST GETTING PISSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:35:10 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;wow thats fast i never knew u actually had such a feeling of being pissed&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:35:26 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;since u lways were so calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:37:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:37:03 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;fineeee&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:37:17 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;NOW YOU KNOW IM PISSED&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:38:24 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:38:37 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:38:43 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:38:44 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:39:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;if i tell u ur going to be even more pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:39:12 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:39:16 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;so i should just block you&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:39:17 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:39:21 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:39:41 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:41:57 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;why did u unblock me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:45:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;can i ask you a question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:45:44 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:45:56 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;and you have to answer yes or no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:46:02 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:46:08 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;are you from mgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:46:19 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:46:28 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:46:37 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;can i ask you another question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:46:42 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:46:57 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;can u stop sighing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:47:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:47:06 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;ur such a young gal&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:47:24 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;and not telling u who i am shouldn't make u sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:47:29 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:47:32 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;are you older than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:47:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:47:52 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;why would i be pissed if i knew who you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:48:26 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;cos' i know u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:48:34 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;so what if you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:51:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;are you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:52:37 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:52:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;wat do u wanna knowsarah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:53:23 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;i want to know...&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:53:38 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;why i would be pissed if i knew who you were&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:53:55 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;and why you cant tell me you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:54:10 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;are you purposely making me pissed or smthing?&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:54:19 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;i wont be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:54:52 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:55:02 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;i'm not purposely doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:55:06 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;so tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:55:19 PM&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;i think it's best ifi just go offline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2/18/2005&lt;br /&gt;10:56:23 PM&lt;br /&gt;; ҳ ruNaway- -- w h i t ewashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;WHATS WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well. whoever you are if youre reading this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just want to let you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im bloody pissed and i dont know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110874023089534428?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110856441172448972</id><published>2005-02-16T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T06:35:19.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i clomped home in my soccer boots and high socks and looked NERDY and came home with a headache. wheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;friendly was fine. i sposed we played better than last time but we had the help of the coaches or we couldnt have got at least 8. haha. oh well. we're used to losing already, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;mel and shiyou said the toapayoh girls were meann. they said they kept on saying these stuff like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;" this game is really boring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;haha, maybe it was. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"they look so familiar. they look like bitches."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;which is kind of lame actually haha. nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sigh. so many testss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;helpp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110856441172448972?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110856441172448972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110856441172448972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110856441172448972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110856441172448972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-clomped-home-in-my-soccer-boots-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110829139450615999</id><published>2005-02-13T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T02:47:02.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;had some valentines dinner at night with ex-cell. we went to sicc club...everybody dressed up alot. the men looked really nerdy. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me and steph were so bored. so we took alot of pics (x haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;then we watched a slide show. all the couples did one...it was about them and theyre courting days and then their marriage days. the boys in those days wore really big glasses didnt they? they were even nerdier. but all the women were so preeetayy wheehee. women rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;we really do dont we? men cant dress up their hair like we can. we can put clips and hairbands and ties and do many diff hairstyles and cut it like a guys and nobody will think anything...but men cant. i mean they can but they usually dont...like if a guy grows long hair and plaits it it'll get some funny looks but if a girl cuts her hair like a guys she wont get any funny looks. and we can wear makeup to dances and parties and anywhere really but if a man does that he'll well i dont know...look odd, so men dont. unless in plays or movies or smthing. and we can wear tanktops tubee thingys, dresses, t-shirts, polo shirts, shorts, khakis, and just about anything really but men cant can they? they cant wear tanktops or dresses cant they? unless they're gay or smthing... and women can wear any shoes they can even wear loafers maybe but men cant wear high shoes or pink fluffy slippers. we can wear guy shoes and black soccer shoes and boyish shoes but nobody cares or really notices. see. we rock! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ignore me...im in a weird mood. anyway to get back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;well then the night was basically a little boring... but the roses were so pretaayy and they smelled so good. yupsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sunday..today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;went church...then went to liyings house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her doggie is so cute! i cant stand her. its so nice and fluffy and cute and it licks alot. her name is hopi. she is absolutely cute and sweet and playful and i cant stand her. i want a golden retriever like her right now. liying is so lucky! )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so then we went to bukit pangang or whatever to look for soccer shoes for softball. there was one at 40 but they didnt have our size. its so annoying. no one has our size. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;um so then... went to queenstown. went to alot of shops but most didnt have our size. queenstown has alot of nice shirts and caps and bags and slippers. pooo. so then came to this shop and liyings mom was trying to bargain with the malay guy. and then they started arguing about who had the most headache haha. in the end the guy won and we had to pay 55.90. i guess its not a bad deal but still...sigh. wanted to play with liyings dog somemore but i had to go home. )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;okay. thats about it. i dont know why im updating anyway. so much hmww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;celine&lt;/span&gt;: thx ((: its p e r f e c t haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;jecolia&lt;/span&gt;: thx...okay but whats your link?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt;: (thats jecolia tsk tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;joyce:&lt;/span&gt; haha hey... (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yuli&lt;/span&gt;: since when is my english good? you beat me for compo &gt;&lt; and your chinese is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hannah&lt;/span&gt;: mm. i had to go for dinner whatt. yeah miss her )): so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;zhimin&lt;/span&gt;: haha thx for tagging...happy cny to you too ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yuli&lt;/span&gt;: mm. i did ((: i dont have many tags...do i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110829139450615999?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110829139450615999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110829139450615999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110829139450615999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110829139450615999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturday-had-some-valentines-dinner-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110812829404750435</id><published>2005-02-11T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T07:41:23.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;its friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;im tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;arent you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yyyyaaawwwwnnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;YULI VERA ELAINE WE FORGOT THE LIT NEWSPAPER ARTICLE THING!!! AHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110812829404750435?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110812829404750435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110812829404750435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110812829404750435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110812829404750435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-friday-im-tired-arent-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110787694991593150</id><published>2005-02-08T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T07:35:49.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi people.&lt;br /&gt;today was fun funn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was so boring. half the time everybody wasnt even listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went back to henry park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pratically the whole of 6a was there haha. such a nice reunion ((: saw jessica and another mg girl there too. yup. so we ate hpps's ice cream in an effort of pretending we were still back in hpps. so saddd. i miss hpps so much )): so too bad our form teacher wasnt there. yupsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that most of us went to pizza hut. it was so crowdedly full of students heheh. so anyway it was so ex! me lydia estella emelyn and vanna shared a table and we forced emelyn to eat so that we could pay less ahaha. we shouldnt even have ate there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we and char and some ppl took the bus to orchard. so we sat on the top deck there then we were like talking and laughing like normal students then this guy around 19-21 years old came up to us and he was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;-comes to us and puts his hand on the railing thing directly in front of char and speaks in this 'brisk and bussiness like" voice-&lt;/em&gt;  what school are you all from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;all of us&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;-stares at him and wonders whether he's doing a survey or smthing-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;char&lt;/span&gt;: um we're from different schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;: i know. what school are you all from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;char&lt;/span&gt;: um im from dunman high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;:-angry voice-&lt;/em&gt; i know. you're from dunman high. &lt;em&gt;-pause-even more angry voice-&lt;/em&gt; you know you're pissing off the whole bloody bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;all of us&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;em&gt; -continuous staring at him cos we havent yet digested what he just said to us-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we finally digested what he said he had already gone and CHANGED SEAT i mean seriously how lame and cowardly is that. the whole "bloody bus" was staring at us man it was so embarrasing! luckily we ahd to get out soon anyway. anyway who cares about him. how does he know we're pissing off the whole bus? people dont even care...its not as if the bus has a policy to keep quiet and not make any noise. in fact the bus is too quiet. aha. anyway whatever he can go wallow in his own pissing off problem and hope his girlfriend dumps him cos hes too retardedly skinny with his nerdy specs and button nose and all his friends pee on him cos they finally realise hes only worth a piece of poo or a toilet bowl in a hawker centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so..just walked around and went to taka and stuff...yup. was pretty tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home in the bus with vanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home and um then we went for some dinner at my dad's brothers place...my aunt was like complaining all the time about the singapore parliament being bullshit haha so she was like "all bullshit ah all bullshit -shakes head-" yupss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what. i didnt get a single hongbao ))): cos my dad was like no lah dont need lah save for someone else so we didnt get a SINGLE CENT ))): maybe god is trying to tell us not to be too greedy. but im not greeddddyy )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups. so thats about it. happy cny ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110787694991593150?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110787694991593150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110787694991593150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110787694991593150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110787694991593150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/02/hi-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110776873759709247</id><published>2005-02-07T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T01:32:17.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway i just wanted to take back the first part of my psot about camp cos i was kind of in a bad mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;can't wait for tmr finally i can get into town haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yuli's so amusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;vera just sticks her head in her book and fires up when anyone takes off her tie and wont speak to the person for another day. poor elaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;happy birthday jia ((: one more white hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i dont know why im making random lame comments but whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;not exactly happy right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hate you and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hate your comments and i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hate your whispers but most of all i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hate myself for what i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;become or what i've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;done to make you feel that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110776873759709247?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110776873759709247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110776873759709247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110776873759709247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110776873759709247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/02/anyway-i-just-wanted-to-take-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110768595304165101</id><published>2005-02-06T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T02:37:53.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;isnt it odd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why am i who i am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its just like...me, my thoughts and the rest of the world...i dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;its like im living in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;who am i anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;its like life is a board game, like monopoly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you know, cars on roads, people buying houses and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its like we're all playing a board game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;isnt that silly? why are we playing a board game??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;we're supposed to be living life for god but why are we playing a board game for him and then dying? we get a life, friends, school, job, then later comes the end times but is it fun for god to watch us play this board game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;its like we're IN the board game, like we're pieces of the board game, and so we're being played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;but isnt that silly too? why are we pieces of board games? how come we have feelings and we can do whatever we can do if we're pieces of board games? if we are, then who is playing us? maybe we're playing ourselves. maybe god is playing us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;maybe god is playing with satan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are, quite possibly, a retarded bimbo. To you,&lt;br /&gt;1 + 1 = 1 and E.S.P stands for Ewok, Stupid,&lt;br /&gt;Panda.&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't getting compliments on your finely&lt;br /&gt;painted fingernails, drooling over Nick Carter&lt;br /&gt;or Kurt Cobain, shopping for spaghetti string&lt;br /&gt;tanktops and plastic miniskirts, or talking on&lt;br /&gt;your pink Hello Kitty telephone to yo'&lt;br /&gt;grrlfriend, then you're reading those retarded&lt;br /&gt;ass Teen Magazines and crying over the article&lt;br /&gt;about the girl who got beaten by her drunken&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend, trying to figure out how to make&lt;br /&gt;your boobs bigger, or oggling some poor,&lt;br /&gt;helpless boy at your lowbrow school.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay though, since your species has such an&lt;br /&gt;incredibly small brain, you should all be dead&lt;br /&gt;in about ten years or less, when you can't find&lt;br /&gt;a good job due to failing highschool and not&lt;br /&gt;being accepted into college. You and your 4&lt;br /&gt;future children will all be homeless, your&lt;br /&gt;"true love" will have left you for a&lt;br /&gt;chick with bigger tits, and you'll eventually&lt;br /&gt;starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;Where's all your grrlfriends and school crushes&lt;br /&gt;NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; bet I can guess your personality stereotype.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ahahaha. this guy is so amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110768595304165101?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110768595304165101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110768595304165101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110768595304165101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110768595304165101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/02/isnt-it-odd-why-am-i-who-i-am-its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110752946724472606</id><published>2005-02-04T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T07:04:27.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>camp was fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my group is fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cept for the bimbo clique in my grp..so my grp is like divided into two like kyra says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of them are not really bimbo..like i dont know. zhijing sonia charmaine vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess all of them are okay in the sense that like they did lie down in the mud and were kind of sporty.. as in a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while some other non-bimbo girls didnt even want a single drop of mud on them and kept complaining like a...spoilt sport! haha yes. it was kind of annoying actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so...otherwise camp was quite funn. at least we got to hang around olson 11 alot. thats really good. haha. and got to make quite some new friends...thats good too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention davina is really amusing? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she makes me laugh..in the bus she was like talking and talking and making me and elaine laugh and the whole bus was like sleeping.. so i didnt want to laugh anymore so i told her to look out of the window and keep quiet and she looked at the window and talked in this hurt voice and she was telling the window it wasnt fair hahahahaha nvm you have to be there..haha...she is so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy. didnt get a chance to rock climb how sad. kayaking was fun.&lt;br /&gt;olson 12 is 2nd! we rock ((: ahaha. its so amazing i really didnt think we could even come in top five...im so proud of my splitted up group ((: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yyyaawwwnnn. so much hmw. i should go and do some work now.. taaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110752946724472606?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110752946724472606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10320773&amp;postID=110752946724472606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110752946724472606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10320773/posts/default/110752946724472606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/2005/02/camp-was-fine-my-group-is-fine-cept.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110716537449009854</id><published>2005-01-31T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T01:56:14.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softball party was funn.&lt;br /&gt;came and then did nothing for a while&lt;br /&gt;lisa kept saying steph was hot and had the figure and everything&lt;br /&gt;haha. she always had.&lt;br /&gt;and she wears those kind of clothes because in thailand america school they all do.&lt;br /&gt;i guess shes changed. cos last time she was like me like we didnt wear those kind of clothes&lt;br /&gt;mainly boyish crap but now shes become a little worldly. heh. i dont know what to be like around her sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy. just crapped about. later we had the barbeque. was funn. got pushed into the water by shanise -mkes bratty face. heh. shanise i did not push you first i had no intention of doing that! poo. the water felt all oily. later it got more oily cos coach kept dunking everyones shoes inside haha ew. then fang and the rest who werent already in the water pushed coach inside with his shoes and socks. we were really polluting the pool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we threw his sock up a tree branch hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me erica shanise sonia jessie had our hopeless barbeque. heh. cos lisa and fang and some others wouldnt let us help. then they screamed at us for eating all the food and not helping to barbeque. roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then some kind ppl using the barbeque pit next to ours lent it to us cos they didnt need it anymore. so we mananged to barbeque some chicken and sausages and pork thingies haha not like i did much. anyway then we ahd our hopeless feast hahaha. it wasnt too bad heh. then played in the pool somemore. erica and jean had their sit on someones back and fight compeition haha. then we took photos and coach and fang sprayed coke and stuff on us and threw orange skin and stuff. the place was really messy after that. anywayy. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why the truth must be hidden; isnt truth meant to be told? so why must it be kept from us? maybe the truth will hurt but not knowing is worse. not knowing makes me pissed, like...putting my right shoe one before my left. i want to know, i dont want to be kept wondering wandering. and the others should know too because..well i dont know but i dont know. i dont know...i dont get anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finallyy freedom. chinese tests makes me feel like im trapped in the cage. chinese test was horriibllee. the front part was really easy but not the comprehension! it was sooo harrddd sigh. i just know im going to fail. i was like spending so much time wondering what on earth the paragraph meant then i looked at my watch and i realised i had only SIX minutes left. so i just scribbled some crap off the passage then scribbled some crap about i think that commercials can give us knowlege and EXPERIENCE oh mann. i am so shittedly ddeaaddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway whatever. its just that..everyone in class is so smart i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;the english teacher is so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;"no talking please, huh, if you have any questions ask me."&lt;br /&gt;-sticks head right and left&lt;br /&gt;"*name* was that you talking? no talking, if you have any questions ask me"&lt;br /&gt;"*name*no talking please, did you ask about this question, huh, is that what you were asking?"&lt;br /&gt;ahhh! just shut up pleassseeee. if you even breath loudy she'll tell you no talking please, if you have any questions ask me. honestly. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110691466167328607</id><published>2005-01-28T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T04:17:41.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>coach is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought it would happen so fast, i never really thought so much about it but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its no more coach forever and the new coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every week its the new coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more joking around, playing fun, laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know they say softball you have to be serious about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you also have to enjoy yourself, dont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you just be so serious and play so serious, and dont even shout and laugh and joke around? training wont be as much fun anymore will it? even if you do we a game its not as much good as winning it WITH coach. i mean, he was the one who made us the way we were now and built up or character wasnt he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what the teachers were thinking. i dont think getting us a new coach will make us more enthusiastic and excited about softball. maybe it'll help improve our skills but what good is skills if you dont like the coach and so you dont enjoy trng? playing a compeition is more fun when youre serious, but not too serious, and you laugh and make jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these coaches seem to think seriousness is everything. the cresent girls, they dont even look as happy as we did when they train, or play a game. we laugh and joke around but they dont do any of that. what good is that? i dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i dont get how to turn this term into equal 0. siggghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10320773.post-110666276527335823</id><published>2005-01-25T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T06:19:25.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its so messy but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i dont fail geog test.&lt;br /&gt;its like im failing everything.&lt;br /&gt;hope nobody takes over my softball position.&lt;br /&gt;the new ppl are so good already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manged to skip piano lesson todayy.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;cos i took my brothers one last week cos he couldnt&lt;br /&gt;so its only fair he take mine this week right?&lt;br /&gt;but he still didnt want to&lt;br /&gt;he is so annoying&lt;br /&gt;so i told the whole world that&lt;br /&gt;then when my teacher came&lt;br /&gt;i pretended to sleep&lt;br /&gt;so then my brother had to take mine too&lt;br /&gt;heheh&lt;br /&gt;((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuli is so good at chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl in class are nice. but i dont know. havent made so many new friends yet. sec 2 camp is going to succkk. wish i was in olson 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110666276527335823?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/110666276527335823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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computer user, do the other users get affected too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope nottt. and i seriously hope that the problems before dont happen agaainn. sigh. actually i dont know if it was blogger but i think it might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy. im getting a blog againn. i dont know why. actually i think it was cos i saw some nice blogskins and pics and i just like had to use them and where else to use but a blog?&lt;br /&gt;haha. i mean nice pics and nice skin, you cant let it go to waste right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i probably wont like update so often. cos im mainly doing it for the pics. heh.&lt;br /&gt;besides.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how to post like myself before.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10320773-110638636277253429?l=runawaylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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