<?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-27645943</id><updated>2011-08-20T01:30:52.778+08:00</updated><category term='Dear Daddy.'/><category term='Bitterness.'/><category term='whispers Hello I miss you quite terribly.'/><category term='My Valentine.'/><category term='Sports Day 07'/><title type='text'>S-U-JAH(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7894419774503929249</id><published>2008-01-08T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:39:20.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss blogggggger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7894419774503929249?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7894419774503929249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7894419774503929249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7894419774503929249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7894419774503929249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-blogggggger.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-1091375307455869196</id><published>2007-08-13T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:26:53.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>97-lies.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't the layout the nicest youve seen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-1091375307455869196?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/1091375307455869196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=1091375307455869196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1091375307455869196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1091375307455869196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/08/97-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-1967849710641056456</id><published>2007-08-13T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:54:34.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot remember my lj account username. K I found it. I'm getting sick of blogger, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Thinking of switching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a &lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt; teacher was telling me how my name has been given t the principal as one of the you know "problem" kids. Now I have t go see her sometime. From teachers to principal, great job. But I don't really care, cause I don't see what I'm doing wrong right now. So maybe she can enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw. School's been sucha waste of my time. But the clique&amp;amp;you make it (: So yeahh. I just found the cutest lj layout ever. So goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-1967849710641056456?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/1967849710641056456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=1967849710641056456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1967849710641056456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1967849710641056456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cannot-remember-my-lj-account.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6988355096830618593</id><published>2007-08-12T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:09:30.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins came over. Surprise surprise all along they thought I was a guy. So on their way back the younger one was going "I like that brother" t his dad. Seriously how cute is that. And he likes me. Someone thinks I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note. I fufilled one of gf's wishes recently. I let her order Macs Delivery over. You'd think that she'd just seen Jennifer Aniston naked. Yes my friends, her face was glowing. So after the food came,which I ate 80% of(she only finds a thrill in ordering Macs delivery, beats me just how thrilling &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; can be) we watched High School Musical&amp;Friends! Good ol' Friends. Till 3 sth am. Someone was rather awake, so yeah we only slept at 5. Then we woke up and watched more Friends and I sent her t town. In the clothes I wore t sleep without even combing my hair&amp;amp;brushing my teeth. And I went t Borders like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah was with Krish the other day. When this guy walked past and shouted Butch. Krish went Bastard. And yours truly being ignorant went, Huh. So Krish was like he insulted you. And I was like Really? I didn't hear. What did he say? So she was like he yelled Butch. I laughed. Butch ain't an insult to me, yo. But I'd prefer to be you know called Sujah. Its like me walking along street and shouting Hetero at people who walk past. Funny huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tongue of a Devil,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets hotter.&lt;br /&gt;100 times a minute,&lt;br /&gt;Slow down baby, else it'll be over too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6988355096830618593?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6988355096830618593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6988355096830618593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6988355096830618593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6988355096830618593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/08/nobody-wanna-see-us-together-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-8644130648662939993</id><published>2007-08-10T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:17.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RrxsGGXeYuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1NM1PSBq1nQ/s1600-h/S1034425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097067730320646882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RrxsGGXeYuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1NM1PSBq1nQ/s320/S1034425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm short.&lt;em&gt; Pretty&lt;/em&gt; short. What's new. Cynthia's my height too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was an hour late for tuition. I overslept. So I ensured I wouldn't be late today. Slept at 7.30 pm last night till today. But I was still late. Then I met my gf in town. And since it was a spontaneous thing let's just say I was a little underdressed. Think slippers and shorts. As if that wasn't embarassing enough, had some fun being well you know, gay. The walking the hand gestures and stuff yes along Orchard Rd. But gf insisted I do it around my lifelong friend. So I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala. I'm waiting for someone t turn up right now. She's taking awfully long. Your mom's my second bestfriend. (: Sleepover love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-8644130648662939993?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/8644130648662939993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=8644130648662939993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/8644130648662939993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/8644130648662939993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-im-short.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RrxsGGXeYuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1NM1PSBq1nQ/s72-c/S1034425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7726483066020023406</id><published>2007-08-08T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:28:14.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the computers finally normal. But the harddrive fucked up so I lost about 500+ songs. I have completely zero chemistry with computers srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so this is my week briefly. Friday night was spent with the other five. Lynette, Tara, Stacey&amp;Rachel yeah. Seafood at Newton. Chilli crab&amp;amp;Stingray = woah. Can't help it I love food. And I naturally eat for two people most of the time so there. Then the next day was spent with Love in town. Hello you, you looked so pretty that day. Sent you t church in the evening then home. Sunday, tuition in town. Yesterday study camp, town with the clique, then sent you off halfway. Love long bus journeys with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Getting high for the &lt;strong&gt;last &lt;/strong&gt;time in the field. Couple of glam shots. Talk about patriotism srsly. If I was a lil bit taller I'd def be able t jump higher than Cyn pls. We couldn't even sneak out of the sch without getting caught. Schools apparently smart enough t have people guarding the gate. Towned. Caught Alone with the clique. Thought it was quite good. (and you squeezing my hand pretty tight at the scary parts and then going Sorry was so fucking adorable pls) So then we left. Love&amp;I went t get my ezlink made. Then I went over at about 2+. I loved today. We got t spent some quiet time together in a long while. Future&amp;amp;past, both bring a smile t my face. Then we went grocery shopping with her mom at 10. They got me stuff and I was high beyond high. I know you asked me what peanut butter and jelly was. I still love you k(: Then they dropped me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think I have a minor crush on you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look where we are right now. 4 years on. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7726483066020023406?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7726483066020023406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7726483066020023406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7726483066020023406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7726483066020023406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-computers-finally-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-4102326951900516</id><published>2007-08-02T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:05:12.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi World. I'm on the first book of Harry Potter. Philosopher's stone. So far I've read till the part where Harry found out he's a wizard and is gonna to stay at the Dursleys place for a couple of months before going to Hogwarts. I hope I don't take too long considering the fact I took ahem a few years to actually get started on and finish the second and only Harry Potter book I've read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had National Day rehearsals. Somehow they got me&amp;amp;Jolyn high. Maybe Social Studies really works miracles. Yeah sure. Anyone would be high if you sleep around 12 and you were forced to sing songs about your country at 7 am. And on a random note I&lt;strong&gt; hate&lt;/strong&gt; this years theme song. And certain J people can't stop singing it and it gets stuck in my head all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Cars. I like Snow Patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you lie with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just forget the world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like saying lotsa stuff but I don't know what exactly. Anyw Study Camps been good. I mean never have I actually got &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; bored that I resort to studying. But srsly there's nothing else t do in that room and the environments nice. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah something amusing that made me laugh a couple of days back. "So Jolyn and Sujah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;partners in crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We laughed please? Some teachers are pretty amusing. But I don't blame them. Jolyn and Sujah can be pretty gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Just remembered how last week we boiled water during bio prac for our Cup Noodles when we were not even required t boil water for the experiment. The whole back row smelled of instant noodles. And I remember the bio prac before that we were supposed to draw the parts of a Kiwi for bio prac and we ended up collecting extra kiwis from everyone and eating them. But for the record, the kiwis were damn good. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Mr Happy, thanks b. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-4102326951900516?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/4102326951900516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=4102326951900516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4102326951900516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4102326951900516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi-world.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-798193959359783427</id><published>2007-07-29T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:17.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RqyKAGXeYtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0u9BdJj3vQE/s1600-h/Image181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092597012962894546" style="CURSOR: hand" height="253" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RqyKAGXeYtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0u9BdJj3vQE/s320/Image181.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-798193959359783427?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/798193959359783427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=798193959359783427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/798193959359783427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/798193959359783427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/3.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RqyKAGXeYtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0u9BdJj3vQE/s72-c/Image181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-8455587671480779077</id><published>2007-07-28T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:20:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been raining alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot t mention how during pe I rammed my head against the blue mattress thing on the basketball pole while bballing. Amazing how my neck was fine after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Thursday I had fun with Cynthia. Was raining heavily. We took out our shoes,socks, jackets and ran into the basketball court. Got really drenched and we played basketball for awhile there. We were kinda high. Then we went down and played cause we couldn't really play properly you see basketballs aren't meant to bounce on puddles. So yeah it was fun playing barefooted making lil footprints and ballprints on the floor. Then we ran back up. Went back into the rain and jumped on puddles and played the scissors paper stone game. Then my love came t find me and we went out. It was really nice spending time with you again. So at about 7-8? we took a bus t town. And the bus driver pissed the shit outta me. So we got down and cabbed t my place. Hey kid I felt alot better with your head on my chest with you in my arms. (: Ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral was fcked up. As in Oral English. Not the other kinda oral. Heh. I totally messed up and went out of point. But who cares its over. So I got kinda high. And was talking t Jo about hot girls. And how they shouldn't put pictures of semi naked people along shopping centres cause people might get turned on. Gf, you know you'll always be my number one even before Jennifer Aniston in her long sleeved shirt and girl boxers. And a whole bunch of other people like Eva who very sadly is married, Jessica Alba and a whole lot more I can't seem t recall. So back t the point, don't worry(: Anyw you've got your eyecandy and I've got mine and they happen t be attached t one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-8455587671480779077?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/8455587671480779077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=8455587671480779077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/8455587671480779077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/8455587671480779077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/been-raining-alot-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6018981762364151622</id><published>2007-07-25T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:18.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every single thing I do these days seem to upset you. I'm just trying t do everything t stop us from drifting. Sometimes I end up making mistakes, it was never intentional. Maybe we need sometime. I wouldn't know. But I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss lots about you. I miss the way you used t laugh so hard. I miss you hitting my tummy whenever I was playful. I miss my thumb over yours. Makes you feel like I'm keeping you safe used t say. I miss you ruffling my hair. I miss your cheeky "it wasn't me" smile. It always was though. (: I miss how you used t trick me and I used t fall for it almost all the time. I miss you bitching and being so girl and when you're done going okay I feel bad now. I miss giving you super tight hugs and lil kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Schools been sucha. Yeah. In this study camp thing. In school till 7pm every single day till O's are over. Starts next week. So yeah &lt;em&gt;alot &lt;/em&gt;less time with you. Fuck ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my short short hair. My hairs hell long and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rqcf-2XeYsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/G-w25X9gHns/s1600-h/756812362l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091073068371960514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rqcf-2XeYsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/G-w25X9gHns/s320/756812362l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause babe that's one thing that wouldn't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't ask me t find someone else, it aint happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilyb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6018981762364151622?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6018981762364151622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6018981762364151622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6018981762364151622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6018981762364151622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/every-single-thing-i-do-these-days-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rqcf-2XeYsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/G-w25X9gHns/s72-c/756812362l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-3872383743015980909</id><published>2007-07-23T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:18.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was spent at choir concert. Heh got Seet&amp;Alex pineapples. Pretty amusing. So after choir concert the six of us took a walk at malcolm park t scare the shit out of ourselves. Yeah at 11pm. It wasn't scary at all. But was fun, arms linked and doing stupid stuff. In the end I can't remember whose but it was someone's ingenious idea t start doing the can-can and pretty soon we were doing the can-can in the middle of nowhere in a row at 11sth at night. Before that, we were in front of a pretty dense forest scaring the shit outta each other talking about supernatural beings. I was super amused. Seriously, Cynthia kept telling us t break the circle cause apparently it might invite spirits or sth. Shiuan was talking about some monkey man ghost and Olivia was talking about some hopping ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday me&amp;amp;my love went grocery shopping. We bought really random stuff. And honey baked ham of course. She got a mango top and I got new balance shorts! Plus tried on white skinny jeans(: Then she came over. Made sandwiches for the assholes. And yup. I was pretty grumpy at night. But seriously the way she literally POURS honey and mustard on the ham made me laugh. Well now we know who's going t be cooking next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came over yesterday too. Was waiting for her t finish studying so that we could play playstation but she had to go so I played need for speed 3,wrestling,road rash with my sister. I thrashed her for all three games. (: Andd then I played time crisis. I srsly need t learn t reload my gun faster. So then met Krish at plaza. Was raining so I was wearing my hoodie with the hood on and she said I looked like the little boy in ET. Best part was when we had t run for the bus omg I couldn't run cause the floor was super slippery so I walked fast but in an awkward manner which made me look like a duck. Krish had time t turn around and laugh her ass of at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents have been scanning pictures of me and my sister when we were young into the comp lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RqRuc2XeYoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MhfCOpcSmPI/s1600-h/DSC01421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090314920744870530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RqRuc2XeYoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MhfCOpcSmPI/s320/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujah's one years old! (: with my Mom&amp;amp;Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RqRzzmXeYqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9xrsh7ItcFE/s1600-h/CCI00047.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090320809145033378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RqRzzmXeYqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9xrsh7ItcFE/s320/CCI00047.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who has no muscles right infront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RqRzz2XeYrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bRL3bmQfF5E/s1600-h/CCI00046.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090320813440000690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RqRzz2XeYrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bRL3bmQfF5E/s320/CCI00046.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a couple more but I'm lazy. So goodbye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-3872383743015980909?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/3872383743015980909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=3872383743015980909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/3872383743015980909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/3872383743015980909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-better.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RqRuc2XeYoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MhfCOpcSmPI/s72-c/DSC01421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6834263606017722460</id><published>2007-07-18T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:19:14.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And if you were with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'd sing to you just one more time&lt;br /&gt;A song for a heart so big&lt;br /&gt;God wouldn't let it live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6834263606017722460?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6834263606017722460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6834263606017722460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6834263606017722460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6834263606017722460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-if-you-were-with-me-tonight-id-sing_18.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7840087125272917547</id><published>2007-07-18T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:18:49.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And if you were with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'd sing to you just one more time&lt;br /&gt;A song for a heart so big&lt;br /&gt;God wouldn't let it live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7840087125272917547?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7840087125272917547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7840087125272917547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7840087125272917547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7840087125272917547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-if-you-were-with-me-tonight-id-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5754188667759744788</id><published>2007-07-17T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:31:25.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles?&lt;br /&gt;I don't, not today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5754188667759744788?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5754188667759744788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5754188667759744788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5754188667759744788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5754188667759744788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/shes-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-9154439878788921563</id><published>2007-07-14T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T15:57:25.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. Don't know what t say. He's drifting in and out of sanity. Blue uncle,&lt;br /&gt;Irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter yesterday with the 5 at Cathay. Real boring was pretty restless. Then studied at Gelare and then went tuition. Came home heard the news. And yeah. But L came over and we talked. Then we looked through all the photo albums. Felt alot better. Then we talked till pretty late about lotsa stuff. She fell asleep pretty soon and I lay awake thinking about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we woke up late. Made it in time. Sorta. Run was cool. I was bored and unmotivated. Then we went to jp for breakfast. So we were leaving when I turned t my right and saw the arcade calling me. So yeah Jo had t go and the 4 of us totally busted our cash and time there. I love spontaniety. Got the gumballs. Then daytona-ed&lt;em&gt; alot&lt;/em&gt;. Basketballed too, twice each. And time crisis. Olivia played crazy taxi was super funny. It was great fun. Daytona was gooooood. So yeah then bused home with twins. I feel like arcading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles?&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-9154439878788921563?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/9154439878788921563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=9154439878788921563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/9154439878788921563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/9154439878788921563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7470129892272883043</id><published>2007-07-13T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:40:52.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're here. Would you pls do me a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Uncle's wife's brain dead. She has one week left. Just one. But I believe in miracles. And even if you don't would you spend just a couple of minutes praying with me for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a doctor. She saved lives. Would you help me save hers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, she stayed with us awhile. Played with me. I was about 3? She gave me her stethoscope. And I loved it so much. I still have it. I barely remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7470129892272883043?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7470129892272883043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7470129892272883043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7470129892272883043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7470129892272883043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-youre-here.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-8769905754631052167</id><published>2007-07-11T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:00:58.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd time in one year I'm getting a fever. Amazing seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this one isn't like the previous two. Just a slight one for now. Hope it remains that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony.&lt;br /&gt;"I hope I have a fever so I can go home now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat&amp;amp;eyes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me t go t bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold war,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride vs Pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whispers Hello I miss you quite terribly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-8769905754631052167?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/8769905754631052167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=8769905754631052167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/8769905754631052167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/8769905754631052167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/3rd-time-in-one-year-im-getting-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2335048475580908502</id><published>2007-07-10T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:16:10.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lets go home and get stoned&lt;br /&gt;We could end up making love instead of misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day/Bad day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you&lt;br /&gt;For arguing with me over who's taller (I am k)&lt;br /&gt;For letting me be the first one you confided in&lt;br /&gt;For the letters we used to write about you know who&lt;br /&gt;For the 'msn' conversations in class&lt;br /&gt;For the pacts we had&lt;br /&gt;For letting me bully you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;For the encouragement, the hugs&lt;br /&gt;For being my slack buddy&lt;br /&gt;For standing up for me against you know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being that lil sheeeeeeep friend who's 0.5 cm &lt;strong&gt;shorter&lt;/strong&gt; than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have many awkward moments before we knew each other. But when we finally did, we somehow clicked. Guess it was the fact that we liked the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we're back to square one. I've written this down a couple of times, but always backspaced it off after I finished. I guess I never wanted you t know. Maybe you never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you. You're slipping. Somehow, I don't care much. Cause you &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; kept your word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your promises&lt;br /&gt;They look like lies&lt;br /&gt;Your honesty’s&lt;br /&gt;Like a back that hides a knife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the point of insensitivity? Intention was always harmless, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2335048475580908502?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2335048475580908502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2335048475580908502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2335048475580908502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2335048475580908502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/lets-go-home-and-get-stoned-we-could.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5520219890005665477</id><published>2007-07-08T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:19.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RpDgTLV4BBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sd643-nuNhE/s1600-h/02072007379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084810599367967762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RpDgTLV4BBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sd643-nuNhE/s320/02072007379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecology bores the shit outta me. No kidding. Biology is my&lt;em&gt; least&lt;/em&gt; favorite subject tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White&amp;black suspenders. Been wanting them since &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;year.&lt;/strong&gt; I swear I'll finally get round t getting them by end of this week. Mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty darned sure the Bio tmrs sucking. Or that could be a sudden declaration tonight that Bio is no longer an O level subject. Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly feels blody lazy t get her ass off this chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye world, may you bring good news tomorrow. Something along the lines of N o S c h o o l. Cause that buildings ruining my life plans of being the laz&lt;strong&gt;iest&lt;/strong&gt; person on Planet Earth + killing our natural resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, pls come over now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5520219890005665477?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5520219890005665477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5520219890005665477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5520219890005665477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5520219890005665477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/ecology-bores-shit-outta-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RpDgTLV4BBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sd643-nuNhE/s72-c/02072007379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-1871450694986192677</id><published>2007-07-08T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:38:49.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was hot. Rented movies, got drinks headed t her place. Got wasted watching The Pool. Good fun. And just the night before I was saying how much I missed sleeping over. Then her family came home at 1 and her bro chased us out of his room. Shoulda seen their expressions when they saw the empty bottles on the floor. Her moms cool pls, told her not t influence me cause I had a mild hangover this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlf hates these kinda stuff. (: &amp;amp;hello you, I love you for that. Yes I do. Even when I whine its mainly t annoy you. Shh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I swear. And there's a test tomorrow. Dies. I cannot wait for the sucky O's t be over. I wanna see how I behave when I'm fully wasted. I think I'll a) end up in someone elses bed b)be super high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biobiobiobiobiobiobio. Sigh. Goodbye world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh baby when you talk like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-1871450694986192677?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/1871450694986192677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=1871450694986192677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1871450694986192677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1871450694986192677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-night-was-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5927779657754072929</id><published>2007-07-06T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:19.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this moment I like HIM&amp;30 Seconds to Mars. They're&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; good. &amp;amp;I like the song Signal Fire. And Better than Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Ro474LV4BAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qeK2FDcij_k/s1600-h/02072007385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084066865651123202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Ro474LV4BAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qeK2FDcij_k/s320/02072007385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who ended sleeping huhh. So adorable please. Pls ignore my qianbian face thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blody lazy t type out everything that happened this week. So I'll be brief about it. Monday was with Love. Raffles City, B&amp;J's. Tuesdayyyyyy marketing with L again &amp;amp;'dropped' her at the Dentist's, sorta. Wednesday was . I cannot remember. Ohyeah blody htl. Only 6 people were there pls. And then. Oh Thrsdy. Basketball!! I'm going t miss this tradition alot really. All the screaming on court. And how some of them get REALLY touchy on court its &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; disturbing. I heard that a certain someone was grinded at yest game. We shall not go into details. Amusingg. Sigh Tara, sigh. I get scared pls. And not to mention how all of them are taller than me so when I try t shoot it in all I see are hands, think JolynF. And then there's two super super super loud screamers who scream and then roll on the floor and laugh (yes during the game) Ah so funny. Then there's Zhang who teaches me rubbish Chinese words although not as rubbish as what Dick taught me. Sighh. I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like Thrsdys. 1-on-1 with Jesslyn. I loved it too!! Its really. Nice. Cause I don't feel disturbed at all. (: Ended up tickling her t get the ball. I am so not a cheater. Then we had our Thrsdy posh dinner at Ichiban Sushi afterwhich she came over and left at about 12? Today was with the other 4. Taka library&amp;kino&amp;amp;better toy store!! Dragged them in there to get the cool colour pencil. So there's my week summarized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I dressed really randomly cause I was so sick of dressing as the stereotype bung. But I still bindedd. Hah it was really fun. I felt good. Anyw I can't wait to be rich enough t get me my white skinny jeans. I've been whining about it for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is so funny. My dad's going "Sit. Stand. Dance." So I thought he was talking to Casper till he said "Dance." So I was like Casper can dance?! So went to the hall. There was this small doll with long legs. When he said sit, it sat, stand, it stood and dance, omg it actually danced pls in the middle of the hall. I was like woah how does it work. Then I went nearer and realised they tied nylon t it and theyre actually controlling it. Super amusing. K you gotta see it t find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;And theyre laughing at their own joke. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloysius got abducted today. By two sexualshits, Dick&amp;Sperm. Asses probably going t sleep with him in the middle and take turns raping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Really really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't stayed over in a long time. Its alright we'll make up for it during the holidays watching Prisonbreak, The OC, One Tree Hill, Friends&amp;amp; Grey's Anatomy all day long and all night long. Yaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there comes a chem practical I don't have chemicals ending up on me or my worksheet or my partners. My boxers are currently higher than my shorts. Its not intentional but I'm blody lazy t push it down although the sight highly annoys my eyes. It does, although my lovergirl will not believe it. Believe me k, I don't find it cool, underwear should be under what you wear pls but mine refuses t go under therefore I get mistaken for unintentional exposure of boxers which technically is not true unless you lift my shirt which certain itchy hands go about doing. So there. I cannot remember my point. Ah who cares, I hope there comes a chem practical I don't have chemicals ending up on me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was amused. Rachel(Seet) told me about Lynette talking about a female cock. All cocks are male. Funny huh? If you're wondering why I'm so random, I was thinking "Omg I'm talking so much cock in this entry" so yeah you see cock = cock = female cock = Lynette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like reading novels. Because my attention span is way too short, I get hell bored and just skip t the end. The good in me says don't do it you're ruining it but the bad in me says sian ah just read the end doesnt make a difference ends the same anyway. So t avoid clashes bet the good and the bad, I just don't read. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly miss talking t Renee. I hope she's doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike the strong smell of Coffee. And I hate Wasabi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5927779657754072929?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5927779657754072929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5927779657754072929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5927779657754072929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5927779657754072929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-this-moment-i-like-him-seconds-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Ro474LV4BAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qeK2FDcij_k/s72-c/02072007385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7536300737537084395</id><published>2007-06-30T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:21.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the black nano today!! Yeahh its my third ipod. Hello dad thank you(: I spoit the first&amp;lost the second. This one better be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw this week has been so so so tiring. Macs Delivery at 1.30am, sleeping pretty late past week. Ah well. Today I spent 15 hours with Jolyn. Amazing huh. And just for the record I'm alive. Hah. Tuition, Campfire, walking through Malcolm Park t scare the shit out of ourselves at night. Which kinda worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday played basketball which was fun well cause you know. Everytime I scored a certain someone was&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; encouraging. Like&lt;em&gt; really,&lt;/em&gt;in ways I like to be encouraged. -grins. Damn, Ily. Anyw, We finally spent time together after quite a long time. I liked it(: Heh its amazing how you stand my highness sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictureeeeees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyy7V4A_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/HiLPDb_F09Y/s1600-h/28062007304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081523605061764082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyy7V4A_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/HiLPDb_F09Y/s320/28062007304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see the really hot person there? Well that's.. Spiderman. The one behind is Jesslyn(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyO7V4A6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8gNvRzzo27Y/s1600-h/29062007349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081522986586473378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyO7V4A6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8gNvRzzo27Y/s320/29062007349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My really cool friends who clap off key&amp;amp; sit and laugh at their own inability t hit sticks in rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyPLV4A7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/YrDzguDw23A/s1600-h/29062007345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081522990881440690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyPLV4A7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/YrDzguDw23A/s320/29062007345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOOD FRIEND FOO AH BENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyPbV4A8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/zbX6mCxrAkY/s1600-h/28062007320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081522995176408002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyPbV4A8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/zbX6mCxrAkY/s320/28062007320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I amuse myself, alot. Blame a certain someone who was in the toilet announcing t the whole world about her womanly problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyPrV4A9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/84n2pl1DAsU/s1600-h/28062007322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081522999471375314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyPrV4A9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/84n2pl1DAsU/s320/28062007322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyP7V4A-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/rS_vlJHyCKU/s1600-h/28062007324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081523003766342626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyP7V4A-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/rS_vlJHyCKU/s320/28062007324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes la I'm shorter. Not exactly blind but I'll get there k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7536300737537084395?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7536300737537084395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7536300737537084395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7536300737537084395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7536300737537084395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/got-black-nano-today-yeahh-its-my-third.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RoUyy7V4A_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/HiLPDb_F09Y/s72-c/28062007304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7588163424399308308</id><published>2007-06-24T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:51:52.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School starts tmr. I'm not looking forward t going back &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't even remember who's in my class anymore. Don't worry Jolyn I know youre in my class. I don't even know what's todays date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I thought of a brilliant plan. We go to school for one year and then we have holidays another. Ingenious huh? I shall be the next Prime Minister, please vote for me. Then I'll appoint Jolyn as the Minister for Education,Cynthia for Minister for the Environment thing, Olivia for ahem -cough Youth Development&amp;Sports and Jesslyn for heh Defence thing. Yeah that shall be my Cabinet. K that shall be my life time goal. But it would be weird to have a political party called Oiahemwhatlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely random note I just found out that today is the 24th of June. I hope I enlightened a couple of people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw today I went t Shirleys Church for Service at 12. Then me Yi Tong, Shirley&amp;amp;Aletheia went for lunch at Long Johns which was pretty amusing. Walked around alot and finally settled down at Macs at 4. Got chased out an hour later so went t Mos. Then we stayed there and I managed t get some stuff done. I like being around old friends. As in we don't meet often but we somehow don't feel awkward which is greaat. Being silent and then starting t laugh, for pretty much no reason. Silly but..nice. Yeah my vocabs pretty limited. So then yeah in the end it was just Shirley&amp;I we actually were hardworking, yeah I sat still and did work. Hah. Then we went t Popular, got some stuff and we parted, till we'll meet again a couple of months later? Heh, but I enjoyed today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that htl exists in my life. Bless me when I go there tomorrow after not being there for about 2-3 months? I hope they didn't notice. Yeah, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please surprise me with a Black/Red nano. Been feeling weird without any music at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am talking t my kindergarten bestfriend after heh 10 years. This is cute, really. And omg I feel so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn&amp;amp;I gotta carry out our tradition today and not sleep the whole night. Hah let's see if its a tie again. Eh but sucker you cheated last year k. Ok fine you didn't. But I don't care you did. I'm making a whole lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujah started her homework today. She hasn't finished it. She can't even find some. But she's bored and besides she has the whole night t do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really random today. "Hello Really Random!" Ok fine that was damn gay but I can't help it I'm really bored. "How you doing Really Bored?" Fineeee I'll cut it out. Where's the scissors, yo? I'm going t tell all of you a secret. A secret. Ok seriously seriously, I think.......... Jolyn's drunk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you highlighted. Suckerr(: No Jolyn that was really not for you. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got another master plan. I'm going t carry a bag of sweets in my bag from now on so that every time I meet a lil kid I can give him one, always feel bad when I don't have a sweet for the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolynf . says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;jolynf . says:&lt;br /&gt;im a genius!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all join hands and have a moment of prayer for Jolyn to get out of her delusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen my ten year friends in ten thousand years. Okay that did not make sense again. But hello suckers I miss you even though you can be the &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; niao people over mushrooms &amp;amp;youre def going t laugh at my hair tmr. Which reminds me Cynthia you owe me a mushroom k? Thks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously speaking I don't think I could be you know, Winnie the Pooh. That's just kinda hard babeeeeeeeee. But I could try but I really don't like honey much. But I like honey mustard from subway alot. Does that count? Should be alright huh? Then I just be a bit yellow and okay I don't think its possible for a human t be Winnie the Pooh. Yeah gf I AM human, I know what you're thinkingg k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am highhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is alot of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another three more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a couple more t the cliquee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm dreading tmr I can't wait t see you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7588163424399308308?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7588163424399308308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7588163424399308308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7588163424399308308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7588163424399308308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/school-starts-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7128074175140269219</id><published>2007-06-23T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:13:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went over Lynettes place. Pumped the ball. Bused down t Serene. Supposed t study but in like 2h 45 mins I did 4 questions. And I thought I got easily distracted you have t meet these people seriously. They made a comment on EVERY single guy there. And Tara even went up and talked t one for $7. I&lt;strong&gt; died&lt;/strong&gt;. Rachel found some guys hunky and it was quite amusing. Lynette couldn't stop telling them t shut up. Was just &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; amused by everything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went t the ccab place t play basketball! Was so so funny. I mean seriously I couldn't help laughing. Lynette&amp;I vs Rachel&amp;amp;Tara. I wonder who kept screaming. (: So then this very annoying thing happened k. We just went t take a water break and this 4 Ah Bengs dyed hair and all just took our court. I was like so so so so so pissed off. Omg I was so pissed off. Rachel&amp;Lynette were taking their bags and going "Let's go jogging" I need t be calm like them but not so calm la. Then the best part was when their ball hit me on the back. Omg I GOT SO PISSED OFF I WENT WHATTHEHELL. So stood up and I went "This is our court I mean we were using it and then you guys just come in and use while we went t drink water?" Then one chicken went "You don't talk t me you talk t him" I swear I was so pissed off. So I turned t talk the "leader" and he was like "Ok" but they just stood there t continue their game. My temper is how amazing. So I went "Eh we don't want t play with you, you know? We want t play on our own so can we have the court now." Then they left. Finally. &lt;strong&gt;ASSHOLES&lt;/strong&gt; PLEASE. So pissing off!! Then I was still pretty pissed off but then when we started playing and they started screaming I couldn't help but laugh&amp;amp;relax again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My temper is going t get me into shit one day. The Ah Bengs were double my size and I'm pretty tiny next t them. Sian ah. I shall go for Anger Management Classes(: But then again, it was quite reasonable. Except. Ok nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy met Hong Sheng on the bus back home. He taught me a couple of basketball stuff. Said if he's free he'll teach me how t play sometime. (: He's so tall, its woah. Remembered the primary school days when we stood in class for talking. Nice bumping into people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just waiting for a certain someone t reply my sms. I think she fell asleep. /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7128074175140269219?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7128074175140269219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7128074175140269219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7128074175140269219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7128074175140269219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/went-over-lynettes-place.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7399120063400926059</id><published>2007-06-22T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:58:09.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG THIS IS SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I was sending Cynthia the picture of this hot guy. Who's not even Indian k. And she goes "one glance I know its you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cynthia : D says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow he is the future president&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cynthia : D says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looks so asian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died laughing. Cause that guy at time of picture was thirteen years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are so cool. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7399120063400926059?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7399120063400926059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7399120063400926059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7399120063400926059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7399120063400926059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/omg-this-is-so-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7670374913626565695</id><published>2007-06-22T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:21.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RntVFIylfYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nBwGHik1Fv4/s1600-h/2007-06-22-46167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078746551537728898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RntVFIylfYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nBwGHik1Fv4/s320/2007-06-22-46167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got really straight hair.&lt;em&gt; Really&lt;/em&gt; straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this song. Very.. &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then a hero comes along&lt;br /&gt;with the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;and you cast your fears aside&lt;br /&gt;and you know you can survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you feel like hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;look inside you and be strong&lt;br /&gt;and you'll finally see the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that a hero lies in you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most important person in your life is, yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webcamming with Lynette, showing her the cool hair. Webcamming can be scary cause I sometimes forget that I'm being watched. Esp when its with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite phrase is "Sian ah" Try it. Go around saying "Sian ah" for no reason at all. You feel like an Ah Beng which is actually pretty liberating cause you don't have t be refined and stuff. Heh. I'm full of shit sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;I like this song too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon Juice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Almonds, Cashew Nuts&amp;amp; Raisins. &amp;amp;almost&lt;em&gt; every&lt;/em&gt; single vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;At allll.&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/27645943-7670374913626565695?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7670374913626565695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7670374913626565695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7670374913626565695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7670374913626565695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-got-really-straight-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RntVFIylfYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nBwGHik1Fv4/s72-c/2007-06-22-46167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2896116660008277932</id><published>2007-06-20T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:19:04.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 short of 2nd&lt;br /&gt;5 after 1st.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webcamming with my girlyfriend. &amp;amp;talking to a blank wall at the same time. Think JoyLn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hot,&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2896116660008277932?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2896116660008277932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2896116660008277932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2896116660008277932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2896116660008277932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/7-short-of-2nd-5-after-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-1924050322411106579</id><published>2007-06-19T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:47:52.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye. &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/27645943-1924050322411106579?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/1924050322411106579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=1924050322411106579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1924050322411106579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1924050322411106579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-mind-is-extracting-hurt-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6255195575412913840</id><published>2007-06-18T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:21.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. am. screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spending lotsa time online&amp;on the tv its not even funny. -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too lazy t sign into blogger&amp;amp;msn. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done. Two Chapters of Biology,the whole June hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un&lt;/strong&gt; motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RnZZ_IylfXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kfLx9zvGlxQ/s1600-h/2007-06-18-65307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077344571133099378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RnZZ_IylfXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kfLx9zvGlxQ/s320/2007-06-18-65307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was with Jo. Dinner at town taka. Then kinoed awhile. They close early, got chased out so left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, steamboat at Marina. Ate an amazing amount of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My layouts screaming, Change Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#605&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish this was all some April Fools' Joke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#606&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things are going to change drastically from now on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020407&lt;br /&gt;2242hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random remembering. Jo, theyre from you btw, I don't think you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how youre doing friend. If youre okay, if your guys okay. If youre happy. Then I remember you throwing it all back at my face. And I just let it go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my nano. Let's just say it has gone somewhere faraway. Smartly left it in the cab on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminder&lt;/strong&gt; do not do funny things in cab with gf. Youre bound t get lost in her hotness and leave something behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go now. My Friends is starting soon. (: And it puts me in a real good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6255195575412913840?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6255195575412913840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6255195575412913840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6255195575412913840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6255195575412913840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RnZZ_IylfXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kfLx9zvGlxQ/s72-c/2007-06-18-65307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5173954946892731063</id><published>2007-06-14T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:29:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You are the one the one who lies close to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whispers Hello I miss you quite terribly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell in love in love with you suddenly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now there's no place I could be but here in your arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met youuuuu at ps walked around a lil then went over t Ben&amp;Jerrys at Cathay t study. Then sghh. Met Jo did the stuff. Then the 6 of us cabbed t Cine. They wanted t catch Fantastic 4? But no timings, bumped into Chris? Heh. Anyw so we just went for dinner at Newton Circus. Me,Jo,Lynette, Tara,Stacey&amp;amp;Rachel. Heh was quite amusing(: So many scandals please? Its so funny t see differences bet cliques but I enjoy both so yeah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah after that walked with Tara and we both missed our buses. -dies. So I finally boarded the bus at 11. Parents don't mind that more annoyed with the using of comp. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A subtle kiss that no one else sees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5173954946892731063?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5173954946892731063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5173954946892731063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5173954946892731063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5173954946892731063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-one-one-who-lies-close-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-8463159261732872714</id><published>2007-06-14T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T11:44:48.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was spent shopping at Vivo with youu. Pull&amp;Bear,Topman,NUM,Converse? I think. Yeahh I like shopping with you(: Hah. So then yeahh went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat - Tues was at the AKLT Camp thing. Some motivational camp thing that cost 1.5k please. It was very harsh the first two days, hated it. But after that it was pretty alright. Thought it was pretty woah. Hugging strangers was really nice. Going up to someone you don't even know &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt; and giving them a hug and seeing the smiles was so overwhelming. There was this strong feeling in the room. (: Then group sharing was so intense. You see the coach knew I was hard on trusting and opening up t people so he skipped me and let the others go first, I went last. It was very, strong. You know what I told them was something only you&amp;amp;I know in the whole world. I opened up to people I knew for 3 days as compared to the people I've known for years and years. &lt;em&gt;Amazing&lt;/em&gt;. Really, it was. And I liked talking t you from aout 1 to 2.30 am every night(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest Finally got t see everyone(: Was really happy&amp;high. Damn nice t see them again. So I ended up being a monkey and pouring water on Lynette,Olivia&amp;amp;Tara. Please kill me cause when they poured back on me, I was drenched. Ohwell but it was fun. Then we went t Vivo for dinner. Jo smart ass got lost but it was so predictable. - grins. Was high. Oh yeah I sucked in helium and had a super cool voice please. Hah. Ok anyw so they left. And you&amp;amp;I had about two whole hours t ourselves at the rooftop place. I loved it. Every minute. So dad came at midnight t pick us up wanted t go for supper but not a single place was open so yeah dropped you home and reached home at one. Died on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue&lt;br /&gt;Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Taste&lt;br /&gt;Hug&lt;br /&gt;Hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-8463159261732872714?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/8463159261732872714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=8463159261732872714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/8463159261732872714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/8463159261732872714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-was-spent-shopping-at-vivo-with.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5741666217433619154</id><published>2007-06-07T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:22.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been pretty lazy t blogg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday!&lt;/strong&gt; Heh. Was spent stalking Jo with Olivia. Hah funny shit please. Hiding behind trees crawling on the floor watching her every single move jaywalking with Olivia screaming her head off. We ended up at her doorstep please, yeah we're pro stalkers. But the asshole was bathing so we waited forever and then we gave up and left. Ahem ohwell was amusing. Oh yeah that was also the gay day we ate at waffle and cabbed t school from waffle cause we were late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday!&lt;/strong&gt; Hah. Well you see B&lt;em&gt; loves&lt;/em&gt; donuts from the donut factory alot. &lt;strong&gt;Alot.&lt;/strong&gt; Even more than me please?! Kiddinggg. So welllll went t get her those, yeah finally. Hey it was the first time in a long time I didn't have any commitments please? So its not my fault I took years t get those donuts. (: So this is the interesting part. I've got the shortest attention span in the world, honestly and I queued for three hours. Omg I was so happy please?! It was like woah. I spent three hours pacing,walking,tiptoeing,watching the couple right behind me make out every half an hour(I was bored please), topping my score again and again in snake, solitaire, parachute, music quiz, brick, snowboarding, taking pictures, trying t sleep, thinking of random stuff. So got 12 for B(: 6 for the clique and 2 for the cousin. Yeah so 20. And I realised I ate half a donut out of the 20 I bought, ahem I'm not a donut fan. I kinda only really like sugared donuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway so yeah after that was lazy and cabbed over. That smile was beautiful kid. (: Ilysm. Got spoilt plenty. Dinnered there&amp;left at about 8+? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday!&lt;/strong&gt; K I'm like forgetting things. Oh heh. The Big Bird for lunch. SS lecture played uh Bingo&amp;amp;some other game. Thenn Grand Cathay-ed. Shrek 3. Heh heh. Then uhm Yakun! (: Hah and then Westmall with youu. Then home(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like how things are right now. Us, us&amp;us. Its &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;. The 5 of us are like inseparable and so close its&lt;em&gt; amazing&lt;/em&gt;. From sitting together for &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; single lecture t the lunches/study sessions/going out, its been great. Loadsa fun,laughter&amp;amp;joy. I guess from the 9, it has come down t the 5 of us and we've&lt;strong&gt; never&lt;/strong&gt; been closer. Its so..comfortable. I truly don't feel awkward even if I were to be alone with anyone of the 5 of them. On a lighter note, they look so damn cute now please?! Hah all their hairs are so cool. Heh I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like how we are right now. I mean like who cares if the day we open our time capsule we're only going to have 5? We'd still make the &lt;strong&gt;lamest &lt;/strong&gt;jokes, Cynthia will still hit me on the back for my sarcasm, Jesslyn&amp;Jolyn probably would still look like twins(: &amp;amp; Olivia would still bite her lower lip(since Pr 1 please?) and wave her finger&amp;throw her wallet at me. Hey if we really cant fill up the clique notebook with enough photos fear not I'll give you guys ten thousand pictures of myself k? (: Heh heh. Kiddingg. We'd still laugh at the stupidest things,find humor in absolute rubbish think Mushroom Hilton&amp;amp;come up with really lame ideas like opening up an icecream palace where ahem Cynthia&amp;I will be the scoopers cause please arh we choped that&amp;amp;hiding Dickydickys waterbottle. I guess ultimately the whole point is, I'm happy. And I think, we're happy with the way we are. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RmgX4IylfWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/J-h3KEZB0ow/s1600-h/07062007225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073331233432632674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RmgX4IylfWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/J-h3KEZB0ow/s320/07062007225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This feelings taking control of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5741666217433619154?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5741666217433619154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5741666217433619154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5741666217433619154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5741666217433619154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-pretty-lazy-t-blogg.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RmgX4IylfWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/J-h3KEZB0ow/s72-c/07062007225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6992789446195799113</id><published>2007-06-04T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:37:54.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J1 - "Cynthia, Can I see your humps?" (she's referring to Chem graphs thing?, btw)&lt;br /&gt;-dies laughing in the middle of the scandalous two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - "Omg, omg she's cheating on me, she's frenching Aloysius?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J2 - "Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha."&lt;br /&gt;J1 - "What's so funny?"&lt;br /&gt;J2 - "I'm trying t imagine Paris Hilton as a mushroom, its so funny." (She was the only one who couldn't stop grinning imagining her as a mushroom for the WHOLE day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - "Yknow my water bottle brightens up my day and the two of us make a great pair"&lt;br /&gt;C - "I shall go tell your good friend!" (Such a tattletale please someonee) -grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - "Hahaha omg S, you have a tail in the middle"&lt;br /&gt;S - "Its the side la"&lt;br /&gt;J - "Its at the middlee"&lt;br /&gt;S -compares with J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - -does the weird coin thing&lt;br /&gt;"Can you do this?"&lt;br /&gt;S - "Huh what?"&lt;br /&gt;J - "This, the coin can go forwards and backwards"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - "I walk home k?"&lt;br /&gt;J - "No.."&lt;br /&gt;S - "Don't worry I won't get raped"&lt;br /&gt;J - "Ahem, I know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - "Where's Click Click?"&lt;br /&gt;O - "What Click Click??"&lt;br /&gt;J - "Its called an mp3 yknow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - "S, stop cocking the table"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - "sth sth I swang last time"&lt;br /&gt;S - "Swang??"&lt;br /&gt;J - "Swung la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn just confessed that she wants to feel Aloysius up.&lt;br /&gt;Scandalous, very Scandalous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahwell, I laughed alot today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6992789446195799113?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6992789446195799113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6992789446195799113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6992789446195799113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6992789446195799113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-8850219010494779216</id><published>2007-06-03T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:21:36.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom agreed t me shaving bald, after prom though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Guess who can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emath Mocks tmr. Completely, utterly, no motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BoxerShorts&amp;Hickeys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stops right there baby,&lt;br /&gt;Always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;she's guilty baby,&lt;br /&gt;Every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-8850219010494779216?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/8850219010494779216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=8850219010494779216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/8850219010494779216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/8850219010494779216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-mom-agreed-t-me-shaving-bald-after.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2787398348811462923</id><published>2007-06-03T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:56:39.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was down with a fever, again. But now apart from a voice that would definitely turn you on, I'm alright. Kidddddddding, sound more like a dead chicken though. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was telling her how cartoony&amp;kinda childish Gunbound was. Wait till she finds out what I'm doing right now. Heh. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B?&lt;br /&gt;ly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;the games you play&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/27645943-2787398348811462923?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2787398348811462923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2787398348811462923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2787398348811462923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2787398348811462923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/06/was-down-with-fever-again.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7987862031698313510</id><published>2007-05-31T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:00:40.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They got back together.&lt;br /&gt;-grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichiban Sushi for dinner(: Then well two of us cabbed home. Played worms awhile&amp;then studied. Then fell asleep. Woke up an hour later and talked till 6?! Someone was scary and woke up at like 9.30. I died underneath the blanket while she played ahem, Gunbound. Then I finally woke up and we went for breakfast. Then came home and had the whole house t ourselves so we did some more studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then watched My Wife&amp;amp;Kids&amp;amp;my Friends! Hmmmm then she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so cute sometimes. Even when she &lt;em&gt;accidently&lt;/em&gt; pours milk on my head. -grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my head really hurts from a major lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About time yeah, b?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's &lt;em&gt;taken&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She's got a girlfriend, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7987862031698313510?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7987862031698313510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7987862031698313510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7987862031698313510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7987862031698313510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/05/they-got-back-together.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-8829064869394958681</id><published>2007-05-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:52:51.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday was prettttttttyyyyy darned wasted. Didn't even manage t get some sleeping done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my photo off the wall&lt;br /&gt;If it just won't sing for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing there for you to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never made more sense did it? -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hardly hear you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What should I do, well you choose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-8829064869394958681?l=route20-.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-27645943.post-5212748718168428518</id><published>2007-05-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:40:44.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Could you make it on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then I hope there's someone out there, who can bring me back to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5212748718168428518?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5212748718168428518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5212748718168428518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5212748718168428518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5212748718168428518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/05/could-you-make-it-on-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2050093155207693758</id><published>2007-05-28T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:38:16.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You say goodnight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my mind I'm sleeping next to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause you gave me the best mixtape I have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's get messed up and listen to probably the best mixtape I have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2050093155207693758?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2050093155207693758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2050093155207693758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2050093155207693758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2210506033850875984?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2210506033850875984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2210506033850875984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2210506033850875984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2210506033850875984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/05/heading-out-soon-to-get-wastedalone.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7082636202879626254</id><published>2007-05-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:48:07.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tara's bday&amp;Jesslyn's confirmation last night. Rushed down t Island Creamery passed Tara the flower&amp;amp;cabbed down to Jesslyn's church with Jo. Watched her get confirmedd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala. Went all guy yest. Binded&amp;all. Dinnered with her family&amp;amp;went Suntec t walk around. Reached home at exactly 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition today, half an hour late, as usual. I think he's used t it too. Ohwellllll. Then dinner with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a week&amp;a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I remembered those days again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose what I should wear.&lt;br /&gt;You combed&amp;amp;styled my hair.&lt;br /&gt;You wiped my hair after I stepped out of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;You fed me.&lt;br /&gt;You fell asleep to my heartbeat&lt;em&gt; every&lt;/em&gt; single night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;those days were the best days, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not her fault.&lt;br /&gt;Its her fault. The other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugging&amp;drinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you've given up on her,&lt;br /&gt;completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust baby,&lt;br /&gt;trust her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7082636202879626254?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7082636202879626254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7082636202879626254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7082636202879626254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7082636202879626254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/05/taras-bday-confirmation-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5250313135457477390</id><published>2007-05-26T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T13:06:30.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So she was fucked up from Sat to Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Thursday they talked. And were friends&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the new place at Cine by Billy Bombers and cabbed t her place then hers,&lt;br /&gt;Or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My black Billabong wallet was stolen yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;It was falling apart&amp;dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IC&lt;br /&gt;Pri 1 Student Pass&lt;br /&gt;Pri 4&amp;amp;Secondary EZlinks&lt;br /&gt;Limited Edition Xmen Card&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman Card&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons Card&lt;br /&gt;$25 - cash (thank goodness please)&lt;br /&gt;Our photograph (and I was just showing Jo the photo an hour before it got stolen)&lt;br /&gt;Your photograph&lt;br /&gt;Important receipts (yeah I keep receipts that have meaning)&lt;br /&gt;Nineofus Sticker&lt;br /&gt;Ily photograph&lt;br /&gt;The Thoughts card&lt;br /&gt;A Cashcard&lt;br /&gt;Made With Love Card&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Card from Sec 1 please&lt;br /&gt;&amp; alot more random stuff like the Pastamania menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh ohwell now I know why it was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you were falling apart&amp;amp;I lost you three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing on the webcam cause someone got a soundcard(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5250313135457477390?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5250313135457477390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5250313135457477390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5250313135457477390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got the money &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you've got the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what say you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So it's up the stairs, And out of view. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No prying eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2732002826739701577?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2732002826739701577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2732002826739701577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2732002826739701577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2732002826739701577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/05/face-down-in-dirt-she-says-this-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-4982279965555865819</id><published>2007-05-20T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:22:55.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>200507.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not another word.&lt;br /&gt;Not another fucking promise.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-4982279965555865819?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/4982279965555865819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=4982279965555865819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4982279965555865819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4982279965555865819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/05/200507.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-654948679120523264</id><published>2007-05-19T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:32:29.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said We're Through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking sorry baby,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; meant it&lt;br /&gt;But you don't wanna hear it anymore&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna hear me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could turn back time, I'll go wherever you will go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-654948679120523264?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/654948679120523264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=654948679120523264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/654948679120523264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/654948679120523264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-you-i-hate-you-i-hate-you-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-4649321004521040954</id><published>2007-05-19T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:23:40.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking. Of how I'll be in a jc(if I'm lucky) uniform waiting by the HC walls. Feeling so out of place. In a school full of elitists, waiting for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. And how they'd stare. And wonder. And how I'll find the floor so interesting when the elitists start talking&amp;amp;walking past me. Sucks huh. Couldn't help wondering how you were going to tell me to stop meeting you in school. Wouldn't blame you when you do. I mean you can't proudly go "Hey meet her. She's from this school you probably&lt;strong&gt; never&lt;/strong&gt; heard of in your life." And I'll probably die right there when your friends go, "Hey who's that?" and I watch you find the right words to tell them. "So tell us, why &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; huh?" Hey you could go, "Oh she can play a lil basketball though her staminas weak?" Well, I &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; play a lil basketball. I hope. I guess the thing is. I just fucking don't wanna goddamn embarass you, which is inevitable, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but hey I don't have to worry about that anymore.&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/27645943-4649321004521040954?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/4649321004521040954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=4649321004521040954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4649321004521040954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4649321004521040954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6524657293192205989</id><published>2007-05-17T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:16:48.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the first day since Saturday where I haven't hit a temperature above atleast 38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past 5 days were bad. I actually missed school. Yeah&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; bad. 2 doctors, 3 days MC but I smartly went to school yesterday and ended up with a fever and pretty drunk cause of all the goddamn drugs. So severely drugged really. Still am though. Took 2 fever tablets&amp;antibiotics so if I sound different its the drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah the CJJOS came down t visit me on Tuesday? Yeah but you see I was badly drugged that day. So I was in a 'out of this world' state. EVERYONE looked different. It felt so strange and I had no emotions AT ALL. Cynthia was the hardest t recognise she tied her hair please?! Not that I didn't know she was Cynthia but she didn't really look Cynthia. She is so gonna kill me for that but its cause I was drugged k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you really care about how the Fever(2 different kinds please), Cough, Vomitting, Running Nose, Antibiotics affected me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I'm beginning t think that my sense of humor is not evident. Which is sad? Therefore I shall go Haha everytime I say something that is supposed to be funny. Kinda like TV sitcoms you know? The fake laughter effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a lil tipsy. 4 tablets in today. I can't wait to stop all medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my voice t be back, no matter how ohsovery high it may have been I don't really like my current screwed up voice cause its not low and sexy like normal people who are having a sorethroat its like still high but its hoarse high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm definitely drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Thank you for keeping me company through all 5 days + for the balloon&amp;amp;sunflower! Ily(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6524657293192205989?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6524657293192205989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6524657293192205989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6524657293192205989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6524657293192205989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-1133604594158340098</id><published>2007-05-07T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:58:39.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&amp;today she said she loved me&lt;em&gt; more than&lt;/em&gt; the Universe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am at 12 am playing emo songs on the itunes with a Chem test tmr&amp;amp;a History essay due tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pointless entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, see you all in six hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-1133604594158340098?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/1133604594158340098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=1133604594158340098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1133604594158340098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1133604594158340098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/05/she-said-she-loves-me-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6624789701042454479</id><published>2007-05-05T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:38:47.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well this week's been tiring. Reaching home everyday no earlier than 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was spent with my favorite person&amp;her mom.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, an hour late for tuition(: then lunch at pastamania&amp;amp;studytime with the oiahemwhatlas though alot of time spent on where to study.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was spideyday at Grand Cathay. Ok the middle was boring but it was not too bad? Was so excited in school please, couldn't wait to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was pretty eventful. Watched you play squash, marked attendance left. Kaya toast&amp;eggs near your place.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was hmm. Went town t get you your stuff, evening by the pond. Dinner with the oiahemwhatlas at Cine.&lt;br /&gt;Today Lit Lecture. Was supp t go home but smart Jo was going t get on her bus when she stopped turned and went, "I wanna go Island Cremery,you all really don't wanna go?" So we ended up at Island Cremery. Then came home changed, studied with her at bpp. But I couldn't study so I ended up watching her do math. Then met the 4 at the NUS? place t run. but heh I'm like how fit please? Thennnnnn I went over t meet you. Yeah pretty long day huh? I like spending time with you, I like walking you home, I like you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defiance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. Just said what I felt and if that's wrong, shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy, that led t a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; long talk with Ms Lau after school. And I told her everything so yeah, she seemed pretty cool about the whole thing. I'm a pretty good kid k, well kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high or down low, &lt;strong&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6624789701042454479?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6624789701042454479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6624789701042454479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6624789701042454479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6624789701042454479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-this-weeks-been-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2056457140624362382</id><published>2007-05-01T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:52:43.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think forevers something you say to show just how much someone means to you at that point in time. Cause at that point you want forever and you feel like it'd work out. You feel like nothing's ever gonna change, ever. Its &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; only something you &lt;strong&gt;say&lt;/strong&gt; cause you feel strongly towards this relationship. But I don't think you can actually guarantee a forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just thinking say two friends, if one does something extreme say sleeping with the other's girl? doesn't forever end right there at that moment? I mean how far can you push your relationship yeah and we can't tell what the circumstances are gonna be like say tomorrow? We don't know who's going t backstab us&amp;which forever's gonna end tomorrow. Yeah, I'm pretty hard with trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said forever, and I believed it. Ain't easy yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly that never happened lying is your favorite passion&lt;br /&gt;Leave me, go where you belong&lt;br /&gt;Hired heels and lipstick napkins dying is your latest fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that I couldn't catch Spideyman today. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. Like really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bad at conversations. I think its obvious sometimes when I run out of things to say. And my vocab is limited to "ohwell, haha,ahem,okay,huh&amp;amp;heh" online. Patheticc yeahhhh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd stop giving myself dares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2056457140624362382?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2056457140624362382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2056457140624362382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2056457140624362382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2056457140624362382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-forevers-something-you-say-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2973146136087157096</id><published>2007-04-30T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:48:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2973146136087157096?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2973146136087157096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2973146136087157096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2973146136087157096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2973146136087157096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/you.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-329453198165236314</id><published>2007-04-29T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RjSsEPuECtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fZ1JG5Cl2kM/s1600-h/29042007144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058857470383098578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RjSsEPuECtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fZ1JG5Cl2kM/s320/29042007144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Matt, my alien pen. (:&lt;br /&gt;Matt says Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt says Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RjSp7_uECrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/keqg43ZBHNI/s1600-h/27042007137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058855129625922226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RjSp7_uECrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/keqg43ZBHNI/s320/27042007137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoyoyooooo you closed your eyes and I look baddddd but heyyyyyy what's new yeah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this week well yeah. Spent alot more time with the oiahemwhatlas&amp;you. Lazy t type them all out buttttt (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn's getting weirder. Think time when I caught her blowing water, yes my friends blowing water. No more smiling t myself Joly! Chem pracs getting hmmmm. Ohwell on the brightside Jo didn't have severe burns&amp;amp;the mini explosion I caused was ahem well a lesson learnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah class photo was fun. Funny how it all started with a dare I gave Jo. (: Wellll we'll be the first class with screwed up faces, in our formal picture in the year book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like webcamming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed A for standing broad jump by 2cm and I've never been happier! (: Could have rejumped but I was too happy t bother trying again. Anddddd its all cause you were there, damn Cynthia's method of asking me t jump t you worked wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RjSsD_uECsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7oIu6vOFs7o/s1600-h/29042007146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058857466088131266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RjSsD_uECsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7oIu6vOFs7o/s320/29042007146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's rearrange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say that we agree and then never change&lt;br /&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's disregard&lt;br /&gt;Find another friend and you discard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-329453198165236314?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/329453198165236314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=329453198165236314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/329453198165236314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/329453198165236314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/meet-matt-my-alien-pen.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RjSsEPuECtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fZ1JG5Cl2kM/s72-c/29042007144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-1923797126735374047</id><published>2007-04-27T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T19:54:56.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's alright, I survived, I'm alive again&lt;br /&gt;Cause of you, made it though every storm&lt;br /&gt;What is life, whats the use if your killed inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found an angel&lt;br /&gt;Someone&lt;br /&gt;Who was there when all my hopes fell&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fly, looking in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you live and breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help&lt;br /&gt;Because you live, girl&lt;br /&gt;My world has everything I need to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; live, I live. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening t it again after a long time last night. I don't quite know how t show you how much this song reminds me of you. Its like every line is so..real. You know the feeling where a song's just so..perfect&amp;precise. Like it nailed it. Okayyyyyy I shall shut up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ily,bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-1923797126735374047?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/1923797126735374047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=1923797126735374047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1923797126735374047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1923797126735374047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-alright-i-survived-im-alive-again.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-213131700626594840</id><published>2007-04-22T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:29:56.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall write briefly about the week so that I'll remember the mmrs ten years down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; was Shiuan's birthdayy. Had donuts from The Donut Factory. Guessssss who couldn't eat cause she had a toothache. ///////: Cine-d after school. Meet the Robinsons. The beginning was abitttttt boring but hey the ending was fine(: Hah sc squash kicked ass that day, 4-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; basketball! Scraped the kneee, heh Olivia and I were on the floor please. Was one great game please(: So marked the attendance and went with you to caltex, busted 9 bucks there on junk food. Bus-ed to coro and cause I was being lazy and annoying we cabbed t your place(: So hmm stayed at your place awhile reached home at 8.30 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday (:&lt;/strong&gt; 15thhhhhhhhhh K so Serened with J&amp;J. Then tuitioned and then over t your place, chocolate tarts! Was pretty highhhhhhhh. Reached home at 9+, exam the next dayy /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today &lt;/strong&gt;met you at bpp t study! I did ahem one essay question(: Lalalalala junk food-ed. And the lefty said the rightys full of shit. And the righty is not a poser please thanks. My high maintenance lefty(: Soo after a couple of hours, you left and five secs after you took your bus, I missed you&amp;me being me, took the next bus right behind. Heh heh I think you died of shock when you saw me omg your expression = priceless. Wellll I was super shocked too please, I mean I literally walked into you looking for you. Yeah I know, I'm pretty strange, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's the Jolyn theorem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep + Food = Jolyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh interesting convrsation yesterday. Vidhu was telling the other 3, "We can all bring Sujah as our prom date since she'll probably come as a guy!" And Harsh, straightest ever was also saying how she'd bring me as her date, so you cannnnn imagine how bad the guys must be yeah? I'm kiddingg. Aye, I'm faithful please thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ihateschool. Can we please skip school and go working now. But nooooooooo. I need a great job so that I can support you and we can have a bigggggggg beautiful studio apartment with our lil dog&amp;yes kitten (else you'd lock me outta the house yeah?) and a really really nice 32-inch LCD tv with the stereo system. And a really really comfortable couch+a nice soft bed with a nice navy blue comforter. A small little dining table and a chandelier which would cost us about a thousand dollars. Wine glasses&amp;definitely a fridge for my room&amp;amp;water dispenser in the kitchen. And omg A SOCCER TABLE,another thousand. Plus throw in the maroon curtains&amp;dim lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I love school. I need all that, damn I need t do well for my O's. /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-213131700626594840?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/213131700626594840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=213131700626594840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/213131700626594840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/213131700626594840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/shall-write-briefly-about-week-so-that.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6061834774693676611</id><published>2007-04-21T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:23.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The entry got deleted accidently, Fuck you blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I faintly remember breathing on your bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;Where I laid and told you but you sweared you loved me more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not the best of days yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RinsBmTIk6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/6T2OyD_BM9E/s1600-h/2007-04-21-67614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055831568904917922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RinsBmTIk6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/6T2OyD_BM9E/s320/2007-04-21-67614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me baby, left or right,&lt;br /&gt;right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 kisses too early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6061834774693676611?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6061834774693676611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6061834774693676611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6061834774693676611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6061834774693676611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/entry-got-deleted-accidently-fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RinsBmTIk6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/6T2OyD_BM9E/s72-c/2007-04-21-67614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-1035524837606895294</id><published>2007-04-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:23.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RiI5PuFiCBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6eBN0f4X8nY/s1600-h/15042007102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053664674095171602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RiI5PuFiCBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6eBN0f4X8nY/s320/15042007102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I reached the twins place at 4. Talk about punctuality yeah? So we slacked our lives away. Did Shiuans present a lil. And Jo was nice and walked me near my home. Waited with her for her bus, talked&amp;stuff. Yeah, it is nice to walk at night. Walked through the dark alley was trying hard t scare her but didn't work. /: Nice try though yeah? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you make me so proud, I swear. &lt;em&gt;Billy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RiI5QuFiCCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dI7O4eeDTPA/s1600-h/15042007114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053664691275040802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RiI5QuFiCCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dI7O4eeDTPA/s320/15042007114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-1035524837606895294?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/1035524837606895294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=1035524837606895294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1035524837606895294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1035524837606895294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-i-reached-twins-place-at-4.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RiI5PuFiCBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6eBN0f4X8nY/s72-c/15042007102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-4561472917558407461</id><published>2007-04-15T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T14:59:35.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K I probably should leave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed t be at the twins place at 2. At 1.55 I sms olivia and go "Yo what time am I coming"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah then she tells me Jos still at her house and I should just go over at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need t bathe and then run all the way t the twins house in the rain. Sounds like fun yeah? Third time in the past 4 days, damn I love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;cause of your donut obsession I feel like eating donuts too. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I better go I've got 2 minutes t be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-4561472917558407461?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/4561472917558407461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=4561472917558407461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4561472917558407461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4561472917558407461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/k-i-probably-should-leave-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-1309743436834315206</id><published>2007-04-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:24.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Day 07'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sports day today. Jesslyn came over like at 6.30 am(: We got a lift from the sister's friend. Was pretty boredddd. So yeah I wasnt in a very good mood. So after a couple of tears&amp;stuff was okay and back t gay ol me. The cam died really fast please. So only managed t get a few photographs which I look&lt;em&gt; exceptionally&lt;/em&gt; bad in. Townedddd after that, typical. Being gay,till 4.40. Jesslyn came back from training and yeah caught The Reaping. It is scary k. Seriously not in a "boo ahh" way but in the real way. Like makes you think too much. Me,twins&amp;youuu had a major laughing fit in the bus. Couldn't stop laughing at allllllllllll. My stomachs hurt please. And Cynthia is hell gay I mean who goes while laughing "this is super funny, hahahahahaha" ?! Anyway then me&amp;amp;you went t bpp and I ate cup noodles while you ahem ate your breakfast. -grins. Then yeah reached home at 830? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rh-LjOFiB7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/YbrcLISU92I/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052910744125966258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rh-LjOFiB7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/YbrcLISU92I/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rh-LjuFiB8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/uOYdkyrhcao/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052910752715900866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rh-LjuFiB8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/uOYdkyrhcao/s320/P1010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rh-Lj-FiB9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZZ5VLk3cU1w/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052910757010868178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rh-Lj-FiB9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZZ5VLk3cU1w/s320/P1010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rh-Li-FiB6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Hm5qilTUaZc/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052910739830998946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rh-Li-FiB6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Hm5qilTUaZc/s320/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-1309743436834315206?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/1309743436834315206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=1309743436834315206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1309743436834315206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1309743436834315206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/sports-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rh-LjOFiB7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/YbrcLISU92I/s72-c/P1010015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-156633004834306506</id><published>2007-04-13T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:58:59.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday&lt;br /&gt;Cheer competition(: Amazingly gy got second,seriously it was woah considering the fact that half the class learnt the cheer that morning. Ohwell I screwed up quite alot. kap-ed with the 3 ate so so much&amp;went down cold storage t get more food. Was damndamn highh. Missedyouquitebadly cause the phone diedd. Got you that smiling cookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Same 3 again. Caltex cup noodles. Ice chocolate. How to save a Life. Running. Laughing. Very comfortable. Even sitting quietly eating cup noodles and listening t music with the 3 is just..nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only idiots wear watches on right hands"&lt;br /&gt;said by a&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; intelligent left hander who wears a watch on her right hand. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Got screwed by the Math Olympiad person. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh can't wait for it t be over. Smartly told her I'll finally finish her homework by next week, since I haven't been doing for 3 weeks in a row. Plan t copy from a scholar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its us against the world. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Ran 6 rounds during pe&amp;amp;12 rounds with Cynthia&amp;Jo after school. Ahem. I stopped after every few rounds t rest though(: Wanted t run simply cause it was raining. And yeah running in the rain makes me very very very happy. Ilovetherain(: Thennnn yeah marked attendance for squash and decided t wait for you t end emath. Olivia came down and waited with me awhile then you ended and she left. We went t bpp, mos burger! And ahem quite a fair bit of junk food yeah kid? So much that yeah I puked again from eating more than the stomach can holdd. You came over and we did a lil work&amp;amp;I ended up reading baby blues comics. Heh then you were watching Prison Break and I kinda fell asleep right beside you. Sorry, was pretty tiredd. Then yeahh your dad picked you up.&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/27645943-156633004834306506?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/156633004834306506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=156633004834306506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/156633004834306506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/156633004834306506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/monday-cheer-competition-amazingly-gy.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7870536879281083100</id><published>2007-04-08T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:24.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmmm was feeling pretty sick when I woke up at ahem 13o(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tuitionnnned with Jo. This is what we got after tuition from town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seaweed - 2 + 2&lt;br /&gt;The long stick thing damn I can't remember what its called - 2&lt;br /&gt;Pudding ! - 3&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Steak - 1&lt;br /&gt;Mackeral Otah - 1&lt;br /&gt;Horlicks sweet - 1&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Plasters - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Heh heh oh well we're prettyyyy fat people yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on my way home I was thinking how fast time flies. As in its amazing how its my last year in sc. And how tomorrows Cheer competition would also be my last. &amp;I was thinking how it feels like we've been like this since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Sec 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you made sure I stayed up throughout the night t cram the whole Geography textbook into my brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wrote you a letter in French and you said something about sleeping with the wall! Cause you didn't know French(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we both criedd knowing our classes but hey we made it through here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor crush kid minor crush remember?&amp;our lil phonecalls late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Sec 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we held hands tightly under the jacket while watching Skeleton Key, with our heads on each others shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fed me in Jacks Place&amp;kept me warm when I was feeling superrr cold after getting majorly drenched in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look after me. And its one thing I know that ain't gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazing kid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RhjtxQyFhvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zpe0QDPYnUg/s1600-h/3948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051048412670428914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RhjtxQyFhvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zpe0QDPYnUg/s320/3948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh yeah I know you wanna smack me right now(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7870536879281083100?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7870536879281083100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7870536879281083100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7870536879281083100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7870536879281083100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/mmmm-was-feeling-pretty-sick-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RhjtxQyFhvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zpe0QDPYnUg/s72-c/3948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6575858747281394762</id><published>2007-04-07T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:25.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RheoLgyFhrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/o-TdSd4xNl0/s1600-h/06042007078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050690422851339954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RheoLgyFhrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/o-TdSd4xNl0/s320/06042007078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday Krish insisted I wear jeans and "not come down in boxers" So mean please? Hehheh so I wore jeans and a long sleeved button up shirt I looked like I was going for an official date la. So I waited&amp;WAITED for &lt;strong&gt;an hour&lt;/strong&gt;. I was damn pissd off when she came but after like half an hour I was okay. So we couldn't watch the 6.15 show for Hitcher so we ended up watching The Shooter. NACHOS(: which I ahem got bored of after awhile. Reached home a littttttle late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RheoLwyFhsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PUur_eku7S0/s1600-h/07042007089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050690427146307266" style="CURSOR: hand" height="302" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RheoLwyFhsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PUur_eku7S0/s320/07042007089.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today heh was abit late t meet Jo for breakfast at kap. Left for the Class Cheer thing. Learnt the stuff and we made our way t Cine t meet the rest. Caught the 2.10? show for Beannn. It was &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; funny but ABIT freaky. Anyw I was feeling&lt;strong&gt; damn&lt;/strong&gt; sick from eating cheeeeeese. Yup then bus-ed back with youuu. I went home told the mom got us my hoodies (heavy rain) and yeah went t plaza&amp;amp;studied with you for while. Well you did I ended up being a nuisance as always(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;this is how I annoy you but hey you're used t it, I THINK? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RheoMAyFhtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/okYn-UhDHTQ/s1600-h/07042007096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050690431441274578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RheoMAyFhtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/okYn-UhDHTQ/s320/07042007096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6575858747281394762?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6575858747281394762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6575858747281394762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6575858747281394762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6575858747281394762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-yesterday-krish-insisted-i-wear.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RheoLgyFhrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/o-TdSd4xNl0/s72-c/06042007078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-4330722101572912781</id><published>2007-04-06T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T14:00:26.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Entry #271.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With every single letter&lt;br /&gt;in every single word&lt;br /&gt;There will be a hidden message&lt;br /&gt;about a &lt;s&gt;boy&lt;/s&gt; that loves a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel for breakfast with Oprah on teeeeveeeeeeee. (:&lt;br /&gt;Late for tuition with Jo chunky monkeyyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I give up trying t rhyme my day. Lalalala. I'm pretty resigned t everything right now. I've had my say(see previous entries) and yeah that's it. Well there's a little more but hey some stuff just can't be said in this blog. So there,that's the end of everything I gotta say about whatever's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy I hope I can go out later t catch The Hitcher. Gotta try do a lil Math first. Mmmmmm alright outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Or will you think of me&lt;br /&gt;Will I shake this off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretend its all okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-4330722101572912781?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/4330722101572912781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=4330722101572912781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4330722101572912781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4330722101572912781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/entry-271.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7823733665156581376</id><published>2007-04-05T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:51:19.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh uh uh. Oh heh heh went down town for lunch, tickets for Freedom Writers. Back t school, spend awhile talking and stuff ok fine getting pretty pissed off outside school. Went back up t the courts and back out within minutes back town t catch the show. It was goood but I was pretty distracted for awhile thinking about everything. But then I just pushed it all t the back of my mind and yeah watched the show. I love it when you're watching all seriously and suddenly break into a smile. Its DAMN cute. Okok anyway you took my bus with the twins! And we had so much fun being in the most crowded bus in the Universe. And you guys were really nice t announce t the WHOLE ENTIRE bus about my high voice&amp;stuff which shall not be mentioned right here(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving the nine crimes song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you apologise, I think they might forgive you. Really, please don't continue blaming this on us. But &lt;strong&gt;I'll&lt;/strong&gt; never be able t forgive you. You told every single thing I&lt;em&gt; ever &lt;/em&gt;told you t people. And now all the stuff I told you are just floating around the level all because of you. Its not something that's irreversible you know? Ontop of those, even stuff I didn't even imagine/say is going about. Did you even care? I mean I was once your friend, a close friend. &amp;just one last question probably the most important. What did I do to deserve this from you? Didn't you say I was a great friend once. Ohwell. Just don't lose everyone else&amp;amp;don't do this t someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7823733665156581376?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7823733665156581376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7823733665156581376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7823733665156581376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7823733665156581376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/uh-uh-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-1268267641243798480</id><published>2007-04-04T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:50:59.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was as bad maybe worse. Fell asleep after school in the canteen with the 4. And then Olympiad with Jo. Htl&amp;then home. Today I realized that you hid everything that really happened from your friends. I realized that you made yourself feel like a victim. And that makes me sick. Don’t come writing us a letter telling us you were concerned cause if you honestly felt it was us, you would tell your friends what happened. I dare you t. I dare you t tell them exactly what you said and did. I dare you. If you’ve got any guts you would tell them what really happened instead of hiding it and accusing us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly do you have t resort t telling lies. I mean seriously t save your ass you don’t have to make up all sorts of bullcrap t break us up really. So what you want people t side you right? Which morally upright person would side someone who lies. And really guess what I bloody hell hate you right now. Go on tell the world that. I don’t know why I even bothered trying t see things in your point of view last night when you’re going around spreading complete lies about me. And fuck can you think before you say anything. If I really like what you said “hate my own ten year friends” right you really think you’re more important than Jesslyn for you t know something she never heard me say in her life? In fact if I’m that bloody hypocrite you’re accusing me of being right please use your brain and realize that people would realize  I’d also be hypocritical towards you right now. But hey, &lt;b&gt;I hate you&lt;/b&gt; right at your face. Oh and for your information your lie didn’t work. The 6 know better than t believe that la. Seriously the way I treat someone when I hate them is the way I’m treating you right now. So yeah nice try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all I’ve done for you, you appreciate me by spreading complete rubbish about me. Wow thanks really. Just to let you know whatever secrets you told me stays with me, whatever you told the clique stays within the clique too even after all the hurt you’ve caused us/me. Hey you can continue making up your lil stories t your friends, how long are they going t believe you yeah? And on top of that I’m damn disgusted by the fact that you betrayed me and then lied about it. And the best thing is I trusted you and never doubted you. Now I know. Thanks for all the hurt&amp;the lies. I hope you’d be done revenging on God knows what soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, please stop putting words into our mouths. We never said anything about you why return everything and accuse us of calling you names yeah? Thank you for telling the world all the lil stuff I told you&amp;lying t me about it. Hey you can go on spreading right now, I don’t give a fuck about you anymore. The moment I heard you’ve been spreading lies about me I realized I don’t need you back, ever. Bye, we’re through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-1268267641243798480?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/1268267641243798480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=1268267641243798480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1268267641243798480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1268267641243798480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-was-as-bad-maybe-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7564786189192052995</id><published>2007-04-03T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:41:33.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down t KALLANG omg cause I thought your match was over thereeee. /: So had t rush allllllllll the way back. But was just in time t watch you play. (yeah I ponned htl(:!) Ily&amp;I'm mightymighty proud of youu kid. (: Macs with the 4 after that and home with twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm waited for Jo and then the 4 of us went town for lunchh. Was supposed t watch Freedom Writers but twins had ballett. Yeah the two assholes sent the 3 of us home! Thanks k(: And you're over at my place, ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, amazing how you can accept your friend but find it hard t accept us yeah? And you call yourself a friend la. You don't deserve her dammit. And like please stop being childish, thank you. Oh and really la since when were you involved in this&amp;amp;since when did you and her become best friends t the extent of feeling for her so much huh? Bitch mind your own business la. You don't fuck know what happened so shut up k thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you. You betrayed me. You blame me. And even if the world believes you,you can't hide what happened cause you see &lt;strong&gt;8 of us&lt;/strong&gt; were there. And you think you can hide everything that happened that day? Guess what you can't. And neither can you deny what you wrote t us yesterday. And just t let you know, I don't care who you spread your stuff t, cause I've got my 6. And they've got me. So have fun with your "true friends" LIKE WHAT YOU SAID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7564786189192052995?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7564786189192052995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7564786189192052995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7564786189192052995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7564786189192052995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-rushed-down-t-kallang-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-1213457290134984585</id><published>2007-04-01T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:28:21.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I'm not migrating it was a rather weak attempt at an Aprils Fool prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need t reply Ms Teng's  letter. -shrugs. I don't quite know what t tell her either. But its nice t know that she cares. And lately even the emath teacher's been pretty nice excluding the climbing over table time, which is ahem reasonable yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I'll take my chances with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-1213457290134984585?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/1213457290134984585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=1213457290134984585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1213457290134984585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1213457290134984585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-im-not-migrating-it-was-rather-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2255551672681394188</id><published>2007-04-01T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:25.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rg9dDSQYRSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/x5jIakrJpDM/s1600-h/2007-03-29-69372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048356018327143714" style="CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rg9dDSQYRSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/x5jIakrJpDM/s320/2007-03-29-69372.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rg9dDSQYRTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ryk_3jxwipk/s1600-h/2007-03-29-69378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048356018327143730" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="231" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rg9dDSQYRTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ryk_3jxwipk/s320/2007-03-29-69378.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rg9dDiQYRUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6UOWGmfjxmw/s1600-h/2007-03-29-69386.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rg9dDiQYRVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/b3S8AewZKBU/s1600-h/2007-03-29-69407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048356022622111058" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rg9dDiQYRVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/b3S8AewZKBU/s320/2007-03-29-69407.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am hell tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;Nationals for Jesslyn, she won! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Ahem the day I was climbing ontop of the table outside class and the emath teacher HAD to appear then. Well, she wasn't&lt;em&gt; too&lt;/em&gt; happy with me. OHWELL. Fareast&amp;Taka with Lynettee. Was scary considering our ahem history? And yeah we were pretty much trying t avoid people. Pepperlunched! Cause I had a cravingg, burnt my tongue /: homeee. Jesslyn came over. Then twins. Took awhile t do Jo's video. Twins left for ballett. Jesslyn&amp;amp;I finished Jo's video&amp;her mom picked her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhhhhhhh. I can't remember much about that day. I know I was reallly tired. School, math olympiad, htl. Dad picked us up went t ps&amp;amp;fareast, subwayed for dinner. Lots of things happened at night and me,twins&amp;Jesslyn were panicking at nighttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Jo's birthday! Surprise after schooll. Deco-ed the sec 1 classroom with Siti. Twins came over from Toa Payoh, blindfolded Jo. Video diedd. So yeah she cut the cake and gave her the present, Spongebob DVD&amp;amp;Patrick Lego keychain. Went for squash. Where as usual I didn't play. Sat in the courts and cried. Jo,Jesslyn came over t view the video. They left, went with Jesslyn t bpp for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Town for tuition. Homee. Got changed and packed t go for the chalet. Met Jesslyn. Reached the chalet at like 9++. Jesslyn&amp;Jo were like hiding out for two hours with the cake and stuff t surprise Siti at exactly 12. So yeah we ran out t meet them. And yeah everything was just so screwed. And I was&lt;strong&gt; so so&lt;/strong&gt; pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah anyway, we went off t the beach. Siti was on the phone shouting at someone and the rest of us were like dead. Stayed there till about 2? Went back t the chalet. Me&amp;amp;you had a bed of our own(: Twins&amp;Tiff had two beds&amp;amp;the others took the last one. Talked and stuff although we didn't really have much mood and stuff anymore till about 3+. Slept, woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went cycling, more drama. Rain. And Tiffany called and told us the party was cancelled. So we just stayed at the chalet. Siti finally came back. Played a million games,bathed. And soon everyone was pretty much okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq-ed. I burnt&lt;strong&gt; all&lt;/strong&gt; the otahs. I can cook you know just well maybe not bbq(: So the 7 of us just helped the family bbq and burnt anything you could possibly burn. I burnt my thumb&amp;fingers. ANYWAY, the cake. Sang,Siti cut the cake. Anddd uh ok. We tried to help cut the cake, yeah? Your cutting was better than mine alright, I confess. (: Heh. Anywayy then yeah I ate the cake. And I ran back into the chalet t puke. Not that the cake sucked or anything I just couldn't take in anymore food. But guess what the chalet toilet was occupied. So I ran out away from the whole birthday party atmosphere t puke. Thankfully you were there. So I puked out everything in me. And I felt so sick. Went back in, packed and we had t leave. Jb was sweet and bought me water cause I wasn't feeling too good. Lil things you do kid. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 7 of us mrted. Then me&amp;amp;twins bus-ed back after mrting. Missed you quite badly. /: Reached home at 11.30. Died and yeah woke up feeling exhausted. So yeah, my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things between us(no not her) are strained now. I know I didn't come in t hug you like they did, things have changed now. And I feel like they won't really go back t how they used t be for us. I heard you told her that you feel awkward with the way I'm talking t you and stuff. But I just don't know how I can ever see things in the same light anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole chalet experience changed a lot of things for the 8 of us. And yeah some of us managed t remain calm throughout some didn't. I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, anyway thanks for looking after me for the past 2 days kid,Ily (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm migrating soon. To study don't think I'll be taking my O's here. Will miss this place, and the friends. Sigh /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2255551672681394188?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2255551672681394188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2255551672681394188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2255551672681394188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2255551672681394188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-hell-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rg9dDSQYRSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/x5jIakrJpDM/s72-c/2007-03-29-69372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-4557144089745595399</id><published>2007-03-25T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:12:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mwastingmylifeaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here eating Nata De Coco wasting my life away. Talking t strange people, coughJolyncough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolynf says:&lt;br /&gt;btw meet jolynnnn&lt;br /&gt;jolynf says:&lt;br /&gt;shes very cute right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She's refering t her maple person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jesslyn, goodluck for your Nationals tomorrow(: So scary please. Roars. Ily, play hard and do your bestest alright kid? Hugs tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-4557144089745595399?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/4557144089745595399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=4557144089745595399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4557144089745595399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4557144089745595399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5503931173128774435</id><published>2007-03-24T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T13:24:55.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week was interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday in town with the twins,Jo&amp;Siti. Took an &lt;em&gt;incredibly&lt;/em&gt; long time to decide where t eat ended up at ps yoshi. Jesslyn had squash, she's got squash everyday, almost. So tiring please. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, waffletown, math olympiad&amp;htl. Math olympiad is hell hard and in a class full of scholars, ahem you tend t feel stupider than normal. Ohwell on the brightside there's no prefects there and well you know what I mean (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, didn't go for squash. Heyy, they didn't open the courts anyway but a couple of them climbed over and in the end the coach came back but well I was gone(: We went over to bpp and stayed there till about 6? Then went walking at the pasar malammm and you bought alot of winnie the pooh stickers. Heh then well you came over. Pasted stickers on my wall+notebook. (: And your bro picked you up at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, was &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;tired. After school went t town,&lt;em&gt; again&lt;/em&gt; with Jo&amp;Siti. Taka,ps. Then went for tuitionn with Jo. He was giving us extra tuition till 6.35. Went back t ps t check out Siti's birthday present. Then ahem took 190, 151 &amp;amp; 66 over t your placee. It was raining and stuff so I got a bit wet. Reached her place at 8+ please?! I was so so so so so tired. She was fevering &amp; I wish I sponged your head, damn. Dinnered at her place. Mmmm yeah. Dad picked me up at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed in bed last night. Yeah hell tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5503931173128774435?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5503931173128774435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5503931173128774435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5503931173128774435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5503931173128774435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-week-was-interesting-tuesday-in.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-1403690261902014463</id><published>2007-03-21T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:03:54.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alot better yesterday even though the same old thing happened during recess. But hey I was &lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt; better cause of the talk we had on Monday night. -grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was 20th. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just get stronger, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never ever ever ever letting you go. And I'm loving the lifehouse, they make songs meant for us(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, you've got me bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilysbb.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; So bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm living for the only thing I know&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm running and not quite sure where to go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't know what I'm diving into &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-1403690261902014463?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/1403690261902014463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=1403690261902014463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1403690261902014463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/1403690261902014463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-falling-even-more-in-love-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-8005297004768831109</id><published>2007-03-19T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:11:13.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get why people talk so much. I mean dammit it doesn’t even concern you. And really if you want t ask about this, ask me and not ask someone else &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt; infront of me. I was a mess today, probably pissed off a couple of people. My heck-care tone and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emath test is pretty much gone for good. Reached class a lil late, crying but she was later. And so yeah you can imagine how the test went yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could put on a front for you t keep you strong too, but I can’t. I can hide with anyone but you. You figure me out way too easily. You know me too well, more than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;I need you so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;hurt you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-8005297004768831109?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/8005297004768831109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=8005297004768831109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/8005297004768831109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/8005297004768831109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2703364584442499796</id><published>2007-03-18T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:36:39.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's going to suck tomorrow. When people give me the "Fuck you" look for losing&amp;hurting someone like &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. But that's not the part that's going t suck. What's going t suck is seeing you so hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you go, cause it'd be selfish t keep you with me. You deserve more, much more than what I can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a part of me died when I let you go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2703364584442499796?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2703364584442499796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2703364584442499796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2703364584442499796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2703364584442499796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/schools-going-to-suck-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-4872270775955130857</id><published>2007-03-18T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:33:43.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You've been the only thing that's right&lt;br /&gt;In all I've done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to this cousins place,with Vicks&amp;family. Got lost. Stayed there awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel all sick inside. Thank you for the &lt;em&gt;sweetest&lt;/em&gt; gift ever. To get reminded of&lt;em&gt; every&lt;/em&gt; special moment we had last year, was &lt;strong&gt;beyond &lt;/strong&gt;amazing. To have 421 days with you was beyond what I can describe in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't blame anyone if they'd wanna blame me for being a jerk, trust me I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wouldn't. I don't know how t put everything in words either. I wouldn't blame anyone for telling you, you deserve much better, cause truth is you&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do let people know the you inside. Cause I've seen it, and you're beautiful,inside out. Its really not about you anymore, I just feel personally that you deserve someone better. Maybe you don't realise it now, but you will. I never meant to get angry at you for snapping. And the fact that I didn't turn back makes me feel like a complete jerk right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take care, please. Thank you for being that spark in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wish I was better, unselfish&amp;amp;understanding&lt;em&gt; just&lt;/em&gt; to have you back.&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/27645943-4872270775955130857?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/4872270775955130857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=4872270775955130857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4872270775955130857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4872270775955130857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/youve-been-only-thing-thats-right-in.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-3375580438077128483</id><published>2007-03-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:17:07.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitterness.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wtfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean hey, if you're able to get high&amp;happy&amp;amp;have fun while I'm missing you and thinking of you nonstop its woah. Thanks, really. For&lt;em&gt; nothing&lt;/em&gt;. Guess losing me isn't much yeah? Ohwell, goodbye then. I wish you many &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; happy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, don't blame me for this. I've given up alot for you, and fuck you can't deny that, but atleast appreciate it? And you've always been my first priority ok. But I've never been yours. And I&lt;strong&gt; never&lt;/strong&gt; will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;she will be loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-3375580438077128483?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/3375580438077128483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=3375580438077128483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/3375580438077128483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/3375580438077128483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/wtfuck.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-4433396727050820680</id><published>2007-03-17T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T21:55:20.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's been a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; day. But hey, me&amp;Vicks finally got t talk a lil? after a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; long time. Missed him&amp;amp;his nonsense la. Boredom bonds us cousins. (: So the bigg family had lunch at some Thai buffet place. It was a lil weird? Cause me&amp;amp;Vicks were the oldest there. And this cousin of mine was going "Now you look so much more like a boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dropped him in town(Vicks) and then I practically died of boredom. But we came home and left immediately t go get my N70 babyyy. Yup its beside me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;in and I did the &lt;em&gt;best &lt;/em&gt;I could. But there's really only so much I can take, correct me if I'm wrong. And, I'm sorry. I am perfectly aware that everyone's going to think what a self centred bitch I'm being, probably even you. But I'm too tired t worry about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ilysomuchithurtsfuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-4433396727050820680?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/4433396727050820680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=4433396727050820680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4433396727050820680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/4433396727050820680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-been-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6644983185024596400</id><published>2007-03-16T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:20:11.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're doing fine, I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we don't need each other much after all huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6644983185024596400?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6644983185024596400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6644983185024596400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6644983185024596400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6644983185024596400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/youre-doing-fine-im-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6836110995001685707</id><published>2007-03-16T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:26.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiredddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and came online a bit. Jo&amp;I were supposed t meet at 3 but both of us were late(: but hey she was later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided t study at Maestro Bistro. Heh they didn't have waffles/mudpies?! Well, halfway through our icecreams Jo discovered something, and I swear I was &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;sure she was kidding, but well she wasn't. Talk about coincidences huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so we were a lil late for tuition, again. Then after tuition we went down to Orchard Mrt to get our files÷rs from Popular. Then yeah home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting a new phone tmr,Nokia N70. Will be using it till I get my LG KG800 Chocolate phone. Not any time soon though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfqXUniikFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eHCJ5mloUSw/s1600-h/n70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042509113261723730" style="CURSOR: hand" height="299" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfqXUniikFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eHCJ5mloUSw/s320/n70.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not fond of big bulky phones /: I know I'm spoilt bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfqXUXiikEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zZm7oqtaFuI/s1600-h/LG%20KG800%20Chocolate.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042509108966756418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfqXUXiikEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zZm7oqtaFuI/s320/LG%2520KG800%2520Chocolate.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the chicks I got for Easter for the six&amp;amp;five. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfqYxXiikGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yCvD7edWlTw/s1600-h/2007-03-16-76520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042510706694590562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfqYxXiikGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yCvD7edWlTw/s320/2007-03-16-76520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;when my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6836110995001685707?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6836110995001685707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6836110995001685707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6836110995001685707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6836110995001685707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/tiredddd.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfqXUniikFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eHCJ5mloUSw/s72-c/n70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7026535057310182316</id><published>2007-03-15T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:22:07.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up todayy, went for Lit &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;early, wish I could've stayed a lil while longer with you. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, after that Lit thing ,me,Jo&amp;Siti, met twins&amp;amp;Jesslyn at Cine. Stomp the Yard, six of us. Stoning,laughing,alot of eating(:&amp;certain high people. Then after that slacking at taka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assholes love bullying me cause I've got a pretty strange fear, Mr Bean. Yeah it was supposed t be a secret cause its not very normal but heyyyyyyyyyy I'm not scared of him anymore k. But like I ahem tried explaining, he is &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; dumb, its scary?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt; random thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am starting t get pretty annoyed, I mean, come on, you can't expect me to keep on taking it in. And I'm sorry I cared, I mean if caring too much is a bad thing t you then yeah I'm sorry. Hey, I tried, pretty hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr Bean's new ad for his movie is pretty freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wasn't that bothered by it but I'm starting t get irritated. I'm getting very bored&amp;sick of you hinting about it/talking about it so much, I feel like just telling you, "Hey guess what? I KNOW and it &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; doesn't affect me in &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; way" But I just ignore whatever you say&amp;wait for you t realise I&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; don't care about it and talk about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I was younger, I used to be so hyperactive, I monkeyed around in the playground and broke my arm. And its probably &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;going to be the same. /: Hurts a lil everytime it rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I doubt my memories. I don't dare ask anyone who knew me for really long if they remember a memory I had with them, cause I'm scared to find out they don't exist. As in, I somehow made them up? Yeah, I think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am currently fucking pissed cause my folder's missing. Meaning, all the photos of the past years are gone. Its the worst ever cause you goddamn can't replace photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I didn't reply your sms. I didn't. But I can't help wondering if you're missing me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7026535057310182316?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7026535057310182316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7026535057310182316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7026535057310182316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7026535057310182316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/woke-up-todayy-went-for-lit-so-early.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7476081487418163915</id><published>2007-03-14T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:07:24.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what's&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to see you holding breakfast and going "I made breakfast for you" (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after sending you off t schooool ): decided t pop by the cousin's place. She wasn't home so went down Jurong Point t meet her. She bought me a hot wheels car! (: Then came home, grabbed my passport photo and went back out t finally make my ezlink. Made that, and came home. Did a lil bit of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waiting for you t come over nowwwww. Should be reaching any minute now! Omg, you are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; cute I swear. Just called me specially t complain about the bus?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7476081487418163915?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7476081487418163915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7476081487418163915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7476081487418163915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7476081487418163915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-know-whats-really-sweet-waking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-3824008830353056236</id><published>2007-03-13T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:39:19.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K this shall be a short entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where I'm at right now. -all smiles. Heh, staying over tonight(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, went down town with Siti&amp;Jb. Taka&amp;amp;PS. Someone had major donut craving today. (: I got the five&amp;five Easter chicks, hell cute, I swear. Thennnnnn sent Jb home, I went home. Packed my stuff, dad dropped me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cute one's complaining and being ahem jealous of the computerrrr(: Billllllllllllly, kid(: Even though you're being an ass right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-3824008830353056236?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/3824008830353056236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=3824008830353056236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/3824008830353056236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/3824008830353056236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/k-this-shall-be-short-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2449695098407088590</id><published>2007-03-12T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:26.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secret corner in wheelock. Lunch. Secret corner again. Tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo was nice, waited an hour for me. Thanks ass(: After tuition, got sisters present. Got home pretty late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretended not to listen t you. But thing is, I've been researching on it since you&lt;em&gt; first&lt;/em&gt; said you liked the word. Heh, I know it was just a passing thing but I don't knowwwwww ((((((((: So kid, here's your &lt;em&gt;iridescent&lt;/em&gt; beetle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Producing a display of lustrous, rainbowlike colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfVwr3iikDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LJCNMYu4q-c/s1600-h/iridescent%20beetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041059256856645682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfVwr3iikDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LJCNMYu4q-c/s320/iridescent%2520beetle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg ilysmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ilyilu(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2449695098407088590?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2449695098407088590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2449695098407088590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2449695098407088590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2449695098407088590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-all-smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfVwr3iikDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LJCNMYu4q-c/s72-c/iridescent%2520beetle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5852574990493232162</id><published>2007-03-12T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:26.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfTMzXiikCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hi1HKOYzxQA/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040879065798709282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfTMzXiikCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hi1HKOYzxQA/s320/P1010004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeeeeesy but cute you know, made me laugh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so good to be online. I mean the comp died for 2 weeks and it suckedd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I was supposed to do my History but I've got no motivation t do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, there's something t look forward t today. Meeting &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; in town in a couple of hours. Tuition after that /: I've got a feeling Jo forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K was reading my archive and I got pretty nostalgic. Wonder how things are going to be like once I leave sc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Fridays used to be with Jo :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heh then we sat at that bench listening t ipod songs. Then we walked around the track. Jesslyn came down watched her rundie. Lay down on the grass in the field watched the sun a lil. Did flag raising with a twig (: Stuffed leaves into Jesslyn's socks told Jo I could see her underwear and she told me it was purple. Played with a ladybird,talked about leaving SC,got hugged by sweaty people. Watched redcrossers get wet,soyasauced,powdered. Tried playing with fish in the eco pond using a dead leaf and splashed a lil water of it on Jo while she went oiii. Watched Sec 3 NCCErs commandtorture their Juniors,Military Band do Chapat Jalan?&amp;Guides dance,tennis recre people&amp;amp;squashers go for break regularly(:Sang,laughed,kept silent.I'm going t miss days like these soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are never like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How school used to be :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it reminds me that in exactly 6 hours I'll be at that ground with 7 other assholes sleeping away. &amp;in 5 minutes time the stupid bell will ring. &amp;amp;we'll be too lazy t stand up when the prefects come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GY hurry up stand up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Then Jesslyn will stand &amp; lift me up &amp;amp; I'll give her a hug t start my day well (: Then me&amp;Jo will grab our bags and drag it in front in the I-want-to-die-now way. Ms Heng will be "blablabla" Then we'll grab our bags &amp;amp; leave and I'll drag Jo&amp;Siti t go up ahem the staffroom way so that I can pass by the classes. I'll walk past dg look in and smile at Jesslyn both at the front&amp;amp;back door then I'll walk past gr and look at Olivia who 24/7 is too blur t notice me then I'll happen t see Lynette who'll avoid me then I'll see Tara who also doesnt notice me. Woah GR people are so dao k. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll die and so will all the other 7 seriously. Especially Oli,Cyn,Jo,Jesslyn&amp;duh me. Then we'll try t not get caught sleeping and somehow make it t break. When Cynthia will come down and bitch about her bestie (: &amp;amp;I'll find it so funny it'll wake me up a lil. Somehow from somewhere we'll manage t get some food by going "Can I have some, thank you (:" Then a teacher will come in and we'll be like shit la then we'll go back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll die and count the minutes t recess somehow last ten minutes of the lesson before recess are always wide awake and restless. Oh wait its assembly. Omg yes nap time (: ! The bell will ring and the other 5 will be waiting for us outside class. Cynthia will have more updates on her bestie (: We'll somehow be more awake. Eat fast so that we don't have t return plates. (: &amp;Oli will be nice and let me drink her Chrysenthemum or else she'll go "finish already" Then Olivia will somehow mention the 9 years thing so that I'll help her throw her rubbish. Evil asshole. We'll make use of every minute of recess &amp;amp; somehow itll fly sooper fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 3 more frigging lessons then we're like finally done. Then we'll pack our bags slowly. &amp; dump them on the table outside waiting for the rest. Then Jesslyn will have t go for squash and she'll come and wait outside yelling for Jia t hurry up (: Then she'll say bye t me&amp;amp;if she's lucky she gets t be hugged by me. Then the rest of us will like slowly like $%^$%&amp;$^ slowly move out of school. Then we'll think about lunching? Probably kap &amp;amp; somehow in kap we're no longer sleepy or tired. We're like the most awake people in the whole entire world. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's become &lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt; duller and kap's fading. Breaktimes together stopped. Recess traditions are dying, we seem to be having lesser people each time. I mean, we've switched to green tea too. Chrysanthemum's gone. And its alot quiter. We go back to classes on time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, from eightofus it went to nineofus when we decided that we couldn't use numbers cause, people keep leaving. We knew it'd come. So it became oiahemwhatlas. And right now we've got 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5852574990493232162?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5852574990493232162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5852574990493232162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5852574990493232162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5852574990493232162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know-im-young-but-if-i-had-to-choose.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfTMzXiikCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hi1HKOYzxQA/s72-c/P1010004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2155874667568241073</id><published>2007-03-11T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:35:04.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spend the whole day trying t find for your favorite show so that I could burn them into cds and give them t you, just to see your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, while doing that, I got so absorbed I ignored you. Which I know doesn't make much sense. So here I am telling you about the surprise I wanted t give you, and I hope you forgive me for being insensitive. Cause I know its my fault that I got too engrossed in it. /: Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg Hanakimi takes forever to download.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2155874667568241073?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2155874667568241073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2155874667568241073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2155874667568241073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2155874667568241073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/spend-whole-day-trying-t-find-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5956992005757364549</id><published>2007-03-10T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:26.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfLihXiikBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1ETvq1ZT3K8/s1600-h/ahem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040339995863453714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfLihXiikBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1ETvq1ZT3K8/s320/ahem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently&lt;em&gt; really really&lt;/em&gt; happy cause damn you're just the best thing that ever happened to me anddd having you right beside me at 1155pm is (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K you just left. And its like 1230am and I'm really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto the past monthh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I can't remember muchh. /: Wrote them all down in my notebook butt its locked in the room. I know last Tuesday Jesslyn came over and I remember watching the show with herr. Then I her dad picked us up&amp;I stayed over at her place that day. Next day was enrichment activities and we were ahem late but heyyyy who cares. Anyw after those stuff went with her&amp;amp;Siti t town and caught Paris, Je T'aime. I liked it. (: Andddddd I was an hour late for htl. But it was a relief teacher so it wasn't that bad but thing is he thought I was a guy. And yeah kept referring t me as boy during the lesson. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennnn next day was late yet &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; for financial literacy thing. But hey Jesslyn&amp;I made alot of money (though we kinda cheated abit) Hah. CIP,kap then homee. Jesslyn came over after her safra thing and she stayed over. Damn she was highhhhhhh. (: Sang t every song the nano was playing. Friday, well I fried Jesslyn an egg for breakfast. And then we went t meet the rest for Pursuit of Happyness. We left early cause we didn't wanna be that late, turns out we weren't even late. Sighhhh. Enrichment activity, serene then dad picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdayy kap with them,then me&amp;amp;Jesslyn left to get her bag. Over at her place. I was freezing cause the aircon was on and it was raining heavilyy. Dad picked me up at night. Wednesday omg, I went t tps for the sports heats. I was really annoyed cause I mean as in like I already had htl on that day but because nobody in the class could be bothered to run I had t go. Yeah so me,Jo&amp;Jesslyn cabbed there. After that met the rest at taka&amp;amp;then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday bball tournament. Was a nice match, sc spirit was awesome. (: After that went back t school for squash. I stayed there till it ended k. Woahh. And the last day of the term, did homework after school. Went town t get stuff for &lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;. (: Tuitionedd with Jo then left for the &lt;em&gt;s'&lt;/em&gt; house. (: Dad picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todayyyy bagelll in the morning. Bras Basah Popular with family&amp;&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp;mom. Then &lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt; joined us. Went for dinner with family&amp;&lt;em&gt;s.&lt;/em&gt; Good food eh? (: Cause I'm sleeepy. And she leftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random stuff I remember from this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me "your winnie the pooh's really heavy"&lt;br /&gt;Jesslyn "yeah as heavy as the rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me "I wonder what its like to have a twin"&lt;br /&gt;Olivia "I wonder what your twin will look like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was while Jolyn was trying my icecream&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn "eh what flavour?"&lt;br /&gt;me "Oh pineapple&amp;vanilla"(I was very obviously kidding)&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn tries some.&lt;br /&gt;me "taste like pineapple right?"&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn "yeah, quite"&lt;br /&gt;I died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn "whaaaat?"&lt;br /&gt;me "its not even pineapple, its belgium chocolate&amp;amp;yoggi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; imyyyyyyy. /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5956992005757364549?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5956992005757364549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5956992005757364549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5956992005757364549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5956992005757364549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back-im-currently-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RfLihXiikBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1ETvq1ZT3K8/s72-c/ahem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7233657383823496338</id><published>2007-02-27T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:18:18.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7233657383823496338?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7233657383823496338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7233657383823496338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7233657383823496338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7233657383823496338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-really-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6679606116522361768</id><published>2007-02-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:27.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was doing emath graphs. Finished that and got bored. Was missing you&amp; there you have it. What does Sujah do with graph paper, colour the tiny boxes. Ahem. Abit screwed though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/ReF0rYjiIPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EBEeX1UcmZY/s1600-h/ily.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035434147051610354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/ReF0rYjiIPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EBEeX1UcmZY/s320/ily.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6679606116522361768?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6679606116522361768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6679606116522361768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6679606116522361768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6679606116522361768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/was-doing-emath-graphs.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/ReF0rYjiIPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EBEeX1UcmZY/s72-c/ily.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2529934125129759745</id><published>2007-02-25T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:53:39.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I woke up with a stiff neck. And hurts bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesslyn came over&amp;we watched Heroes. Ate lunch and then I walked her over to her cute grandma's house. And cause I had a bad case of stiff neck, I looked funny walking so stiffly. K doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that girl is &lt;em&gt;pretty &lt;/em&gt;high today. But ohwell adorable (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you read this?"&lt;br /&gt;"uh it looks like dada?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah it is dada!"&lt;br /&gt;"k, so whats dada?"&lt;br /&gt;"something."&lt;br /&gt;"whattttt."&lt;br /&gt;"its like lala"&lt;br /&gt;-dies&lt;br /&gt;"huh how is dada like lala?"&lt;br /&gt;"cause its like dalalada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do you know how many people have mistook me for a guy &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; when I was wearing my sc skirt?! Amazingg. Haha was walking to town yesterday with Siti. And she was like "people are going to think you're my boyfriend, you look so guy la" But I'm pretty sure people would just think I was her lil bro cause of my tall-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I should study. History. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2529934125129759745?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2529934125129759745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2529934125129759745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2529934125129759745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2529934125129759745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-i-woke-up-with-stiff-neck.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-7068445358309157340</id><published>2007-02-24T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:30:30.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is going to be a really long post considering the fact that I haven't exactly been here in quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flagselling with Jo&amp;Siti today at town. Met a number of nice and a couple of interesting people? And after that met my strawberry at Cine to catch The Fountain which was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hard to understand. And we kept laughing cause we didn't understand the show &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt; and him floating around was pretty amusing. But there were a couple of sweet scenes. Kobayashi for lunch(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really can't remember much. Oh on Wed this guy was trying to woo Harsh which was really amusing. Oh and the guys in htl class call me Mike? I mean, Mike?! Yeah so htl class wasn't that boring that day. I mean watching him turn and want to ask her out but not dare to was &lt;em&gt;pretty &lt;/em&gt;entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random memory from Chem practical. Mixing up solutions with dick. Pouring acid instead of alkali and therefore getting wrong colour. Yeah I'm a genius. Getting really high and sticking my fingers into test tube holder getting them stuck and had to pull them hard to get them unstuck. Going to "toilet" with dick but went out to walk around abit cause I've got a really short attention span and I simply couldn't do Chem so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was squash day. Ran around the track abit with Jesslyn. Then played a really really short game with her(: Sent her home&amp;amp;stayed there for awhile, dad came and picked me up. Friday was uhuh tuition day. Oh I ate 3 slices of pizza&amp;a sourcream&amp;amp;onion pretzel. Yeah I'm not greedy at all. Then played truth or dare with twins while Jo slept. Was &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;bored you see. Hah and I know dick's secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELim. Damn long lecture from her. About paying attention. She thinks I've got a problem with my attention I'm thinking adhd? So yeah now I sit right under her nose for Lit. Yup, right in the front row. I feel really young sitting there. Cause its like kinda primary schoolish where the teacher punishes you and makes the naughtiest kid sit right infront kinda thing? But I'm not all that badd. Oh and yesterday FTan put me and Jo right under her nose but that's only for a day. Lit's like all alone, sorta? right in front for every lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda sad to be notorious. Its like even before a teacher gets to know me they're &lt;em&gt;expecting &lt;/em&gt;me to be up to no good. So whatever I do is sorta magnified? Its a bit unfair. Think LimSJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came into class not wanting to judge you. And its not just me, I've heard from other teachers about you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was what, the second lesson? Or was it the third. For not paying attention. -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the mysterious teacher who apparently saw me yawning during flag raising and complained to Dlau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything adds up and I sit all alone right at the back and apparently this time I distract myself. How do I do it, I have no idea. I mean I don't fall asleep in classes&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; often. And I don't talk I mean I can't I'm alone? So I'm thinking Sujah, stop grinning. Yeah I've come to a conclusion that its the way I grin that annoys teachers. Like when I get scolded and I grin my guilty grin which apparently turns out pretty cheeky looking so yeah. But its hard not to cause I tend to grin alot especially when I get scolded. So yeah maybeee I deserve it. But I wanna be like a good kidd. And the only teacher who's spoken to me and sounded like she &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; thought I was a good person underneath my ahem cannot pay attention stuff&amp;all was amazingly TNeoh, who doesn't teach me. Won't forget the talk with her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking what if teachers found out about how close me&amp;amp;Jesslyn are. They'd probably wonder whytheheck is Jesslyn hanging out with &lt;em&gt;her.&lt;/em&gt; I mean the top girl, potential 6 pointer, from 4dg who's going to represent the school for Nationals in squash, with one of the worst kids in the level. Which isn't wrong cause I wonder that too. And my dad. And probably a couple of sc girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why I wanna be a good kidd now. Something for you to be proud of like how proud you make me Jesslyn(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[deleted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm still scared, Jb, I &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-7068445358309157340?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/7068445358309157340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=7068445358309157340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7068445358309157340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/7068445358309157340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-going-to-be-really-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2983455676481994588</id><published>2007-02-19T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:27.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really want a polaroid camera please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe all you people who got hundreds and hundreds of dollars from collecting red packets can chip in and get me a polaroid camera. I mean well maybe? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again that's just a current want that probably wouldn't last till next week. What I really really want is the Canon Ixus i Zoom digital camera. Alright I hope all you people who are &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; loaded feel for me. I mean it really wasn't my fault I used the digicam to take a photo in the waters of Siloso beach and ended up spoiling it, &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdlWc0Z2QWI/AAAAAAAAADs/-h8Y8hz8zIA/s1600-h/resource_39585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033149111666622818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdlWc0Z2QWI/AAAAAAAAADs/-h8Y8hz8zIA/s320/resource_39585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2983455676481994588?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2983455676481994588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2983455676481994588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2983455676481994588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2983455676481994588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-really-want-polaroid-camera-please.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdlWc0Z2QWI/AAAAAAAAADs/-h8Y8hz8zIA/s72-c/resource_39585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5478447521791383700</id><published>2007-02-18T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:28.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reached home at 12 last night. Hell sleepy just dropped in bed without changing. (: Yes kid you can do your "eee smelly" thing again. Makes me smile. Ahem and you're making me smile at the webcam and my jaws are hurting from smiling so long but you're happy that makes me happy that makes me smile! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know this year's different from the last when you look in my current notebook, I rarely write much in it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sec 3 '06. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rdhp80Z2QPI/AAAAAAAAACY/A0DmrcQ6Kqs/s1600-h/CCI00020.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032889077166653682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rdhp80Z2QPI/AAAAAAAAACY/A0DmrcQ6Kqs/s320/CCI00020.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rdhp80Z2QQI/AAAAAAAAACg/1TjabvWyvj8/s1600-h/CCI00018.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032889077166653698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rdhp80Z2QQI/AAAAAAAAACg/1TjabvWyvj8/s320/CCI00018.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdhwjUZ2QVI/AAAAAAAAADI/jobZp_whw8Y/s1600-h/CCI00024.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdhrkEZ2QSI/AAAAAAAAACw/euckxKOMs34/s1600-h/CCF02182007_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032890850988146978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdhrkEZ2QSI/AAAAAAAAACw/euckxKOMs34/s320/CCF02182007_00000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rdhp9EZ2QRI/AAAAAAAAACo/YU9BuSnER0E/s1600-h/CCI00019.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032889081461621010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rdhp9EZ2QRI/AAAAAAAAACo/YU9BuSnER0E/s320/CCI00019.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&amp;I got bored during lessons alot, ahem so we tried writing with our left hands. K it looks like crap but hey it improved alright. But I stopped, and I think she did too? Then that's the twig me and Jo used to "raise the flag" Ahem, before National day we tied the twig to the flag pole and raised it cause we felt DAMN gay. But damn someone removed it. And there's the sticker we stole from a pram in Sentosa. Yes, we're really sneaky&amp;amp;childishh. But hey, memories(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdhvFkZ2QUI/AAAAAAAAADA/Njk_Y1sph_E/s1600-h/CCI00023.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032894725048648002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdhvFkZ2QUI/AAAAAAAAADA/Njk_Y1sph_E/s320/CCI00023.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdhvFkZ2QTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5Swifwoy5kE/s1600-h/CCI00022.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032894725048647986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdhvFkZ2QTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5Swifwoy5kE/s320/CCI00022.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdhwjUZ2QVI/AAAAAAAAADI/jobZp_whw8Y/s1600-h/CCI00024.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032896335661384018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdhwjUZ2QVI/AAAAAAAAADI/jobZp_whw8Y/s320/CCI00024.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this years notebook. Really empty eh? /: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyw, so today fell asleep in the afternoon from 1.30 to 5 (: ! Then stoned and stuff. Did a lil math then went to meet jb downstairs at about 8+. Went to 7-11 got the whistling sweet. Walked a bit then left. Imy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the record keeps playing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The same old song, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say "Aha, ahha", &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your hands off my girl, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your hands off my girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5478447521791383700?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5478447521791383700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5478447521791383700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5478447521791383700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5478447521791383700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/reached-home-at-12-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rdhp80Z2QPI/AAAAAAAAACY/A0DmrcQ6Kqs/s72-c/CCI00020.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5624204770725776328</id><published>2007-02-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:22:11.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm reblogging, proper entry k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/: Someones right beside me doing ss essay. And I'm watching her pen move. Her grandma is so cute la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello you, your heads on my shoulder but your eyes are on your ss paper. But yes I love you k fine you just turned and looked at the screen. Talk about being psychic huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give you a big tight hug when you finish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5624204770725776328?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5624204770725776328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5624204770725776328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5624204770725776328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5624204770725776328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-reblogging-proper-entry-k.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6433092863649829212</id><published>2007-02-17T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:17:33.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!!!!! (just to irritate a certain someone behind me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO JUST SMACKED ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, k I can't really blog now cause someone's distracting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinnered here at the certain someone's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't stand me cause I'm too cool for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pointless entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're being annoying, I still yeah what you just said you ego thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6433092863649829212?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6433092863649829212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6433092863649829212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6433092863649829212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6433092863649829212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-just-to-irritate-certain-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5902793727572832390</id><published>2007-02-17T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:28.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdZ_CkZ2QOI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z-VUhAsnRnw/s1600-h/2007-02-15-42327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032349315741663458" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="235" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdZ_CkZ2QOI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z-VUhAsnRnw/s320/2007-02-15-42327.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I look when I sms Jesslyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webcamming with Vidhuu cause she hasn't seen my hair yet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she says  :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think your hair is cute!! hahaha like, a little boy&lt;br /&gt;no offence it's damn cute&lt;br /&gt;*squishes you*&lt;br /&gt;it's cute!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the cam t be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go clean Casper's balconyy&amp;do some math before I leave for reunion dinner withh Jesslyn's family. Am a little nervous. I don't even know what to wearrr. Help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5902793727572832390?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5902793727572832390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5902793727572832390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5902793727572832390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5902793727572832390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-how-i-look-when-i-sms-jesslyn.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/RdZ_CkZ2QOI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z-VUhAsnRnw/s72-c/2007-02-15-42327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-3931028148472538492</id><published>2007-02-16T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:12:23.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just reached home 15 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I just deleted this paragraph I wrote, too much info?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in short, Ilysbb. And what you said just now, was the sweetest thing &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; has ever said to me. Thank you for that&amp;letting me cry all over you so youngishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, CNY celebs in school just slacked around till it was time to go. Went town met like a hell lot of sc? Yeah. Watched ghost rider at cine with the bunch. Pretty lame so me being me just watched you watch the movie. And I think you're getting used to it too, you didn't go "aye watch the movie" like you used to last time(: Oh before the movie started there was a little drama. Cause Siti lost their bunch of tickets. And jb&amp;I always tear off our tickets first so our tickets were safe. Yeahh then like spend sometime trying to get the rest in but hey they managed to in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, went shopping for twins new year clothes. Heh heh they're so fit! (: I was just trying to look for a place to sit/lean on in every shop we went to. Cause right I can't even differentiate a skirt from a tube so I'm probably the worst fashion stylist ever. (: Then me&amp;Jo left for Chem tuition. I was so so so bored and Jo was falling asleep la. Ass. Then met them after tuition at Taka? Can you believe it within the 2 hours they didn't get anything. Woah please. So continued shopping then me&amp;amp;Jesslyn left at about 8+. She sent me home, yes again. Ily, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;393rd, more than just amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-3931028148472538492?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/3931028148472538492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=3931028148472538492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/3931028148472538492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/3931028148472538492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-reached-home-15-mins-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-5701965618710511376</id><published>2007-02-15T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:04:30.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd Post of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then went for the first session of squash. Played with jb! Then stuff happened so yeah. Cried(yeah again for the millionth time this year) &amp; blasted the nano. Anyway I got &lt;em&gt;so badly&lt;/em&gt; drenched in the rain. Died shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus down to jb's house. Then yeahhhh. Her tuition teacher was late. Oh yeah took a bath there. Then we talked and stuff for awhile(: She's so cute please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jb - you know I really need&lt;br /&gt;(pauses for a really long while)&lt;br /&gt;me - really need what?&lt;br /&gt;(pauses again)&lt;br /&gt;jb - I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K it doesnt sound very funny but it was so funnyyyy. Then she went downstairs for tuition so I messed up herbeautiful room. Hah. Hung bras around+dressed up her winnie the poohs. Then I left, after taking a picture of myself and putting it as the wallpaper in her phone(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, sc juniors are getting pretty scary. No offence to anyone but what happened today was woah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-5701965618710511376?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/5701965618710511376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=5701965618710511376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5701965618710511376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/5701965618710511376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/2nd-post-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-524354504235655568</id><published>2007-02-15T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:38:20.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K so I didn't post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love the whole Valentines day atmosphere. All the brownies,chocolates,flowers,cards,notes&lt;br /&gt;the drawing(which is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; nice) &amp;an ahem Miss Greedy book+the Valentines day cake we cut during recess! One hell of a Valentines day please? Thank you to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah gave everyone their stuff and 3 red roses to you yesterday&amp;3 white ones today(post valentines) Yeah we've got pre,Valentines day itself&amp;amp;post(: Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I need to make this clear once and for all. Me&amp;Jolyn are&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; together/not a couple. We are just really good friends&amp;amp;happen to be both really sneaky(ahem)&amp;slack. I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; don't feel anything towards her. But maybe she has feelings for me la I mean duh. I'm kiddingg. She's just my good lifelong friend. K now hopefully that's settled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't talk about other stuff so explicitly down here but I feel like maybe you should give me a break and not expect me to do things perfectly, cause afterall I'm only human. Hey, you may think I'm being too sensitive or what not right now but why don't you try be in my position? I could have lost my temper at you too but it isn't exactly the wisest choice, I mean see where we are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel a lil alone. But hey, I've got my pride too. And you, (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-524354504235655568?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/524354504235655568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=524354504235655568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/524354504235655568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/524354504235655568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/k-so-i-didnt-post-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-9090443056683597936</id><published>2007-02-13T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:17:37.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Valentine.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was amazing, like it always is with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went town to go shopping! Walked quite abit. So finally settled on a topman jacket. And I'm&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; happy. Its pure white. And really nice. Thanks for getting it for me,Tingles! I really love it. So then went walking around the whole of Wisma and then ended up in Topshop and got Tingle's the black jeans. It was so cool please? I mean Topman&amp;Topshop;black&amp;white?! Oh yeah lunched at fish&amp;amp;co. K thinking about food makes me feel hell sick now. Then T dropped me near my house&amp;I went t get the 5 flowers cause they're photos screwed up. So the oiahemwhatlas don't get flowers. Sorry, got you guys sweets&amp;amp;photos. (I hope you see this after Vday) Ruins the surprise element you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today was great. Happy Valentines Day(: HTL tmrrrr. /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-9090443056683597936?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/9090443056683597936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=9090443056683597936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/9090443056683597936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/9090443056683597936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-amazing-like-it-always-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-6500824757243503130</id><published>2007-02-11T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:16:36.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-6500824757243503130?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/6500824757243503130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=6500824757243503130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6500824757243503130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/6500824757243503130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-much-for-things-are-finally-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-2574506524956945017</id><published>2007-02-11T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:35:13.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers Hello I miss you quite terribly.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I woke up. Stoned in front of the tv well till Jesslyn came anyway. Thennn we studied for awhile. (: She left. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy I finally returned my library books after slightly more than 2 months. Great eh? 20sth bucks in fines. Joyy. Atleast it wasn't hundred something? Then went to print photos. Busted moneyy. Now I have a couple of the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; pics with Renee&amp;Jia whereas I only have one with the 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not that strong without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week.&lt;br /&gt;Another Chem test.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;A little less laughter.&lt;br /&gt;A little more distance.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of trouble with teachers.&lt;br /&gt;A hundred songs to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;Another weekend to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so _.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-2574506524956945017?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/2574506524956945017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=2574506524956945017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2574506524956945017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/2574506524956945017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27645943.post-17122238641988596</id><published>2007-02-11T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:30.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3VKUZ2P-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5KbYhXb9fNM/s1600-h/cute+huh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029910732095242210" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3VKUZ2P-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5KbYhXb9fNM/s320/cute+huh.jpg" border="0" height="206" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave a Casper a hair cut. Damn its pretty bad but hey you can't blame me for that ass jumping around so much. Then gave him a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3We0Z2QDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0Q93seeNxnM/s1600-h/KISS+ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029912183794188338" style="width: 278px; height: 216px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3We0Z2QDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0Q93seeNxnM/s320/KISS+ME.jpg" border="0" height="227" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this picture. Sec 3, after sports day. I know the cliquee&lt;em&gt; always&lt;/em&gt; says I'm damn ego for putting this picture up but you see thing is I was crying right before this picture was taken. I mean look at my eyes please? Can't really remember the exact details much but I know they were trying to cheer me up and Jo lost a bet or something so she had to kiss me. And I managed that smile. I like that smile, really genuine, though with tears in my eyes. So please don't say I'm being ego, I like this picture simply because it has a story behind it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3Ye0Z2QEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OLulumQtMms/s1600-h/olivia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029914382817443906" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3Ye0Z2QEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OLulumQtMms/s320/olivia.jpg" border="0" height="236" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's this picture, 19 Oct 05. When we were young&amp;gay. Went ghost hunting and randomly taking photos to make sure there was no ghost following us. I mean seriously looking back now its ahem pretty lamee. But I still remember the 151 ghost so vividly please?! When we freaked out like crap&amp;amp;made a pact that "Should anyone of us die we'll come back as a ghost and tell atleast one of us what happened" OMG AND WE ACTUALLY AGREED TO THAT PACT. Jolyn's smart pact la. So we got so freaked out we rushed back to school to tell Jesslyn at the squash court and we were so so so so so scared till Jesslyn had to sent Jo home&amp;me&amp;amp;twins went home together+the conference call we had to ensure nothing happens&amp;Jo even refused to hang up while she was bathing sooo we had to hear the shower running. And then waking up at 4.16 and all the OTHER 4.16 coincidences. Swearing off horror movies but wound up watching one again in the twins house within a week. But it wasn't scary enough cause apparently we had met the "real" one. Well that's what we thought till their maid started singing&amp;amp;we were all "omg did you hear that, its not coming from the tv, omg omg" Hah, looking back it makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3bUEZ2QGI/AAAAAAAAABM/eKntr_jWcgw/s1600-h/Image020+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029917496668733538" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3bUEZ2QGI/AAAAAAAAABM/eKntr_jWcgw/s320/Image020+%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Jacks Place icecream. This was where we went most Mondays. Cause it was our deal. Monday was Jacks Place lunch day. Way before kap days I think? Heh you know I'm &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sad that Jacks Place Mondays are long gone. Ohwell. I remember how we made fun of each other and laughed like crap there. I remember Jesslyn trying to ''strip'' me there and how my wonderful friends just watched and laughed&amp;&lt;strong&gt;took a video&lt;/strong&gt;. Andd I remember uh that day we got drenched in the rain and how I was chattering like fuck. So much that Jesslyn had to feed me&amp;amp;choose everything for me. And I was being such a baby please, was lying on her throughout.&lt;br /&gt;Then cause I didn't stop shivering&lt;em&gt; at all&lt;/em&gt;, all of us went to the carpark where I finally got some warmth+some extra warmth. -grins. Who said a weak body was all that bad huh? Ohwell that was in sec 2? I miss Jacks Place Mondays &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3e1EZ2QII/AAAAAAAAABc/lirUTyz5mK8/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029921362139299970" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3e1EZ2QII/AAAAAAAAABc/lirUTyz5mK8/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" height="232" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vday'06 One died before making it t your hands,blame it on the itchy fingers yeah? Still remember my jitteriness. Hey you can't blame me it was my &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; proper vday. I stuttered, stammered and made a fool of myself. I planned what to say for &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; long and all I said in the end was &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3e00Z2QHI/AAAAAAAAABU/rDYJUAHz5dM/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029921357844332658" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3e00Z2QHI/AAAAAAAAABU/rDYJUAHz5dM/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This reminds me of my &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;low days. When I cried like fuck for days, just cause you weren't in town. 36 letters&amp;a hell lot of sweets,an sms everyday,a phone call everyweek+a hell lot of tears&amp;amp;a couple of scars. To this day thinking of it makes me feel really really scared, so I'll just skip this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3mckZ2QKI/AAAAAAAAABs/j6kY8p77OYU/s1600-h/joKISSESstatues_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029929737325527202" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3mckZ2QKI/AAAAAAAAABs/j6kY8p77OYU/s320/joKISSESstatues_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad, you love kissing alot don't you? (: Flag selling. Told you alot alot alot of stuff when we had lunch at Carls' Junior for a very long time. Was going through a very very hard time. I still remember you told me to stop deluding myself, and I told you that I needed to else it'll hurt way too much. Walked alot&amp;all and I'm glad I had you to talk to Jo. I told you all the happy memories I had with her&amp;amp;how I saw things&amp;how badly it hurt. Miss it in a way if you ask me. Now we're pretty busy with the O's and stuff to actually have time to have a nice long talk over lunch. Thank you for making sure I didn't do anything stupid and for listening to me ramble on and on about you-know-what. Carls' Junior&amp;amp;was it Coffee Bean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3rbUZ2QLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jSfwFQjozu4/s1600-h/paper+cuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029935213408829618" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3rbUZ2QLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jSfwFQjozu4/s320/paper+cuts.jpg" border="0" height="228" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plasters from my finger, a result of excessive knocking of knuckles against courtyard floor. Same period of time as the paragraph right above this. Toa Payoh stadium, sports day heats. The one where I backed off simply cause I didn't want to run in that mental state. But eventually I did cause I told myself I wasn't going to let it affect me. Was telling Jo about what happened the night before on the bus there, do you remember? Came in 3rd/4th(tie) which was not bad considering the fact I was running against Emily Nickels&amp;Valerie Loh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3su0Z2QNI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ndv9l5j8t0A/s1600-h/ef96b2bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029936647927906514" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3su0Z2QNI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ndv9l5j8t0A/s320/ef96b2bb.jpg" border="0" height="227" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day 06. We used to be close. I remember sitting at the kap bus stop alone with you asking you about _. I remember you eventually confessing t me at night. I remember you and I had a pact about forgetting _&amp;amp;_. I remember you and I swapping shirts on CNY. I remember you asking for my lj password so that we could have like a shared blog. I remember how happy I was for being the first one to know about _. I remember you stopping me from killing myself(not literally please) I remember you being a part of us once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many special people change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many lives are leading strange &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where were you while we were getting high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outta here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27645943-17122238641988596?l=route20-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/feeds/17122238641988596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27645943&amp;postID=17122238641988596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/17122238641988596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27645943/posts/default/17122238641988596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://route20-.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-pretty-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>tear my heart open ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08770443824065519967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2azz-FIV4E/Rc3VKUZ2P-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5KbYhXb9fNM/s72-c/cute+huh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
