<?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-7617063</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:56:24.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: *--escaping from the memory of you ~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JaYnE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773274068007704654</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617063.post-109064824875073815</id><published>2004-07-24T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T13:50:48.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boing. Finished oral oledi. Finally. x) Spent lots of time waiting and each turn was lyke, what? 5 minutes? Totally mad. Yepz. Wheex. English was perfect. Xiu Li damn nice larx. Only asked two questions and smiled lyke, so&amp;nbsp;goon all the time. Den later I walked past this Sec 3 classroom and saw Sharon there. She was lyke, chin on hands and practically grinning. Bared teeth. Wheex. The poor student must have been freaked out. Lolx. Later I saw Sharon outside with some students from 1/12 so I went over and when she wasn't paying attention, I gave her one hard poke with my oh-so-solid finger. Nice look on her face. Salad wun stop giggling. Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeahh. The Chinese one was damn freaky tho. The bloody teacher was staring at me and looked terribly passive. Felt lyke shoving shit into her face. And she talked so fast I could hardly hear the question. But other than that, it was quite okay larx. Wheex. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Spent half my free time smsing Cedric. According to him, Terence is a rampaging gorilla. Whatever. A total insult to Gorilla. Argh. Anyways he was quite funny and had lyke, wanna impress that kind of tone liddat lorhh. Wheex. =)) Hit Yulin on the nose. Oops. I meant, punched. Boink. -jumps around ecstatically- And den I played with JLee's hp. Fun. Snake Ex 2 rawks. Your ass off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Talking about JLee, she uses this funny word. Dunno what it means. Wokies??? Lolx. Care to explain JLee? =) Anyways today was FUNNY. -pokes- I threw my water bottle at Sarah and it exploded over her. Sopped, she was. And laughing. If I were her, I would have been rolling on the floor. Oh nevermind. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeahh. Sho that's about it yeahh? Yaez! Whoinky. -punches daughter on nose- Poor thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617063-109064824875073815?l=snow-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/feeds/109064824875073815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617063&amp;postID=109064824875073815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/109064824875073815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/109064824875073815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/2004/07/boing_24.html' title=''/><author><name>JaYnE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773274068007704654</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-7617063.post-109058550861321182</id><published>2004-07-23T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:26:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boing. x) So much happened today! Whee. Yeahh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways Pop is dead. He told a lot of secrets to Sarah. And I realised only a few minutes ago he had been talking to another fren of mine. A guy. Dammit. =/ Only thing is that Pop swore he had not said a word. Hope so. Cos that guy din say anything so yeahh. I guess. Act I dun mind Sarah knowing what. She damn close. Or rather, we damn close. Lolx. -waves at Salad- And yeahh. All those ppl outta there. JLee, Melly Monger, Claire, Eeyore, Chan Yi, LA -bounces-, Yulin, etc. You people all rock. -huggs- =))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sarah spent the whole day interrogating me. So I owned up. -looks pointedly at someone- But anyways, I really appreciate Sarah for her close friendship. So yeahh. Whee. Ohh I am in her Chinese Culture group! Eeyore invited me! =)) Boing. -huggs Sarah and Eeyore- Thanks guys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went for golf practise. Tried to make Charlotte fall for Victor. Din work. Ah wells. Anyways NYGH rockks. We won! Whee. Not feeling bad for RI. Lolx. Kayy so umm. I met Tay Ping Hui. No big deal. Just walked up after Coachie nudged us till sore liddat and asked for autograph. Ermm. My seniors and me. They said damn paiseh. -rolls eyes- Shall scan multiple copies of his signature for all the friends stated above. Provided they want it. Sarah and Melly confirmed liao. Lolx.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing else just that left slightly early from school today. All in a flurry too. Charlotte was dreaming in class. Poof. Kayy den Chinese teacher was talking about us restraining ourselves to perform adult kind of activities. Ahem. You know what I mean. Lolx.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN SOMEONE HELP WITH MY DISFIGURED TAGBOARD?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kayy whatever. Thanks helper-to-be. Shall treat you to apple pie. One piece? Haha. Too bad if you dunno html. Whee...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Byee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617063-109058550861321182?l=snow-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/feeds/109058550861321182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617063&amp;postID=109058550861321182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/109058550861321182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/109058550861321182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/2004/07/boing.html' title=''/><author><name>JaYnE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773274068007704654</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-7617063.post-109040951121256295</id><published>2004-07-21T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:26:09.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kayy whatever. Geography was nice. When we saw Sia coming we just pretended to sleep larx. Den she came in and knew we were pulling her leg so she was lyke, what you call it?&amp;nbsp;Coo. Yepz. Lyke,&amp;nbsp;Wakey wakey liddat lorh. Lolx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;PCCG rocked so much I dunno what to say. I skipped -grins- over to Joanna Lee and plopped down on Joanna Chng's seat. Sat there for the rest of the day. Of course both of us go play play under the desk lyke siao lorh. Sharon came in and we kicked off our shoes and stood on our desks. Den we poked Sharon if she came too close. Wahahahaha. Oh yeah...Joanna Lee -pokes hard- is my sister-in-law. Lolx. So yepz. Pity Sharon din scream lorh. =)) Unlike me...-grins again-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Some of the others decided to sing de most famous Chinese classic song. Only they made it sound so horrid I went outta the class den decided to call our Chinese teacher in. She was lyke, OMG and said that the singing was awful. Shall rub that in! Yayy! x)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me naughty pig. And I cheated ytd during Truth Or Dare, according to Joanna Lee. So there! =)) Hm. Those jokes that Ness, Gorilla and LS keep on repeating are getting bloody boring. I mean, we heard it lyke what? 1001 times? Blahblahblah. Ah wells. Spent half the day in sch smsing. Lolx. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh yeah. Claire totally quit bball. Ah wells. Wonder what CCA she joining now? Hm. She keeps on asking me about my CCA and I think I know why. But I shall remain passive. Of course, hope hope hope larx. =) Budden Melly and Claire both damn nice what. To me, to everyone else. So yeah...I just let them both make their own decisions larx. -neutral look- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;=/ Kayy nothing else already. Byee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617063-109040951121256295?l=snow-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/feeds/109040951121256295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617063&amp;postID=109040951121256295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/109040951121256295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/109040951121256295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/2004/07/kayy-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>JaYnE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773274068007704654</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-7617063.post-109033334624730965</id><published>2004-07-20T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:27:01.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hm. So today was basically quite fun larx. We had PE which was kinda kewl. Meaning lyke, Changi made us jump over those paper boxes and I was lyke, shit shit shit. Thot I couldn't do it but I could in the end. Shows how impt self confidence is. Claire was damn good lorh. And she practically flew over the boxes. Hee. Flew. Changi praised her summore and that is lyke, damn rare lorh. Lolx. Jia you Claire!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Art was funny. My group was lyke, arm wrestling...the stoopid thing I founded ytd cos of de dentist check up thingy lorh. Haha. Ehhh. Sarah damn strong...we din let the other win for lyke, 15 minutes +++ until she finally brought my hand down and I was lyke, wow. She is damn good. Yulin oso. x) Anyways, Ness and I fought a bit and Ah Teo go scold us.&amp;nbsp;F*** her. =)) Kayy nvm. That was bad. Joanne would never approve of that. Lolx. -slaps mouth-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways, we went to this nice Lion Befrienders thingy after curriculum hours and it was damn fun. Got these old folks teach us to make paper flowers and I did lyke, about 12 lorh. Wo0t. And den the teacher said I can stop making and put the leaves on liao. And I was lyke, ohkayy...but I did it anyways. Stiff fingers. Hee. Den we got to buy some&amp;nbsp;flowers home. I bought 3 but cos I din bring any money lyke, again...so Yulin had to pay for me. Now I owe her a lot of money. =X&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The bus ride was crazy. We were playing Truth Or Dare and I was lyke, shit shit shit. Twas hoping they wun ask me else I dunno wad to do. Tell the truth or not? -shruggs- Beta to larx. There must always be trust among us, lyke wad Ah Sia said lorh. Oh heck... x) Anyways, they din ask me any truths. Phew. That was the bus ride to Mei Ling Street tho. On the way back, we were playing Dare Or Double Dare and I die lorh. Kristie -snarls- asked me to go up to Daniel and ask him to buy a flower for me. I was lyke, damn! So I dragged Joanna to come with me. I just ask him if he wanted any flowers. But still I felt darn stoopid lorh. Tho it's at least better den proposing to anyone...lyke Noreen did to Sarah. Lolx. x)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anything else??? Erm. Oh yeah. Brought new digi video cam to sch today. And filmed lots of my frens. Baha. Filmed Sharon but she told me to delete and made sure of it too. Aw. =X But I got a nice shot of our class, starring Chan Yi, Sarah, Joanna, Claire and so on and so forth...Shall post it somewhere. Class blog? Lolx. =))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways, nothing else liao. I think. Byee!&lt;/span&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/7617063-109033334624730965?l=snow-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/feeds/109033334624730965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617063&amp;postID=109033334624730965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/109033334624730965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/109033334624730965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/2004/07/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>JaYnE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773274068007704654</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-7617063.post-109003855514598526</id><published>2004-07-17T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:27:27.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Damn shit. So bored and half my contacts are couch potatoes, so they are still snoring in bed and me mugging already. Humph. Ehhh...my friend keeps on pressing me to make this biography thingy on my blog...so I guess since me so slackk now i can try doing it...uhhh, gotta check my friend's blog for the format again. Wait for a while ppl...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;What is your bloody...?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Name - You blind or wad?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;DOB - 19121991 lyke hello?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Birthplace - LA...dunno wad i am doing in this uhhh, place? As in, Singapore?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Current Location - In the sky? Oh yeshh...right...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Eye Colour - Couldn't care less, but it is probably brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hair Colour - Ebony black -patpat-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Right handed or left handed - Wrong handed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Height - Bloody short dun tell you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nationality - Semi demi hemi American. What else but that?&amp;nbsp;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Strength - Crapping, mugging, laughing, tricking other ppl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Weakness - Breaking down =/ Boohoo...I am so weak...right... -rolls eyes-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Goal in life - To rid all evil buddat is so totally impossible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Your favourite...?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Phrase - Lyke what, roflmao? x)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Colour - Green, cos&amp;nbsp;it rawks =) Doesn't it? Whee...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Country - LA is the best no matter where I am!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pet - March my Westie!!! -huggles- =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Memory - Those times when I was in Hollywood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Family member - Mummy rawks...Pop? -shruggs- Can also&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Friend - What do you think? Kinda obvious, actually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Girlfriend - Ew! I am so not perverted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boyfriend - Why should I tell you? x)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Girl (big space) friend - Joanne =) You rock! And others do too but not that much!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy (big space) friend - -shruggs- Chris? Maybe. =/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Actor (Singapore) - Chris Lee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Actress (Singapore) - Le Yao, Phyllis Quek &amp; Jia Jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Actor (Western) - Tom Felton, Edward Randell, Sean Biggerstaff, Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Actress (Western) - Emma Watson, Scarlett Johansson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Book - Shit.Why do&amp;nbsp;I have to tell you everything?&amp;nbsp;Anyways it is LOTR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Movie - Like wad else? Duh it is LOTR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Classmate - Nothing dirty. Lalala. Well. Shall not say. You will never guess anyway. Name ends with your ass turned the wrong way round. =)) Guess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Do you...?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Have a girlfriend&amp;nbsp;- -repeats previous answer-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Have a boyfriend- CF...if you wanna count him -grins-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Swear&amp;nbsp;- If you carn tell that by now you gotta be a fool or dork or wadeva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Have enemies - Unfortunately not many x) Kayy wadeva I am mad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Have friends - Dunno -shruggs- Look at the number of ppl&amp;nbsp;I have on my linkks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Crap - A lot. Like now, perhaps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bathe - =/ If you think I am that filthy, you gotta be nutz! =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sing - I don't sing. I hum. -hums-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dance - The last time I did that was in P6! Eep. =/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Believe in yourself - Yes no dunno mebbe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wanna get married - -shruggs- See how fate goes larx...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Get along well with parents - Mummy? Yes. Pop? Yes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;x)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Drink alcohol or booze or whatever - Are you MAD? Apparently so...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Smoke - SBL! Take me for an idiot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Shop often - Kinda so I guess. Is twice a week counted?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Have pierced ears&amp;nbsp;- Nope, but probably soon. Claire says I should. Hm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hang out past curfew - Dun want later get grounded den how?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Confide in parents - Mummy and Pop...yepz =) Unless it is about chikopeks! =/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ride horses - All the way up the mountain and into heaven and beyond&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Like school - I like the friends part budden the teachers suckk. Except she-who-must-not-be-named =))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Like CCA - Yeshh! Golf totally RAWKS! So does chess. Only the RI guys damn ugly...lolx&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kayy that's all. Erm. Gotta talk to me pals! Byee guys. Oh! And gurls! x)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617063-109003855514598526?l=snow-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/feeds/109003855514598526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617063&amp;postID=109003855514598526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/109003855514598526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/109003855514598526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/2004/07/damn-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>JaYnE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773274068007704654</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-7617063.post-108997570042969691</id><published>2004-07-16T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:28:38.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right kayy. So I just came back from golf. And it totally rocked. Yepz. So today we ate potato chips and drank Sprite Ice for like, half an hour during training. Coachie gave us the food. Haha.&amp;nbsp;Coachie is damn nice larx. Whee. And have I ever mentioned that Coachie comes from Australia? Lolx.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways start with after recess. Uhhh. Nothing much in Geog and wadeva that was right after recess. But Chinese was so darn funny. Teacher made us come up to the board to take so-called spelling tests. Shit. Everytime we didn't know how to write something we owed her 10 cents. And if we got the&amp;nbsp;word&amp;nbsp;correct, she owed us 10 cents. So we were, uhhh, losing? Damn badly too. We owed her 70 cents. Man that sucked. So I was like, clambering on the teacher's table trying to rub off the amount of money we owed Teacher, which was of course written on the whiteboard. She turned and I sort of froze. See, I was behind her! So yepz. I grinned sheepishly. Then she turned back to the class and I took one swipe and wiped the 70 cents thing off the whiteboard. She totally freaked and rewrote it. Sorry to say but this process went on like wad? 5 or 6 times? Haha. And we would clap loudly once in a while till Teacher got sick of it. Whee. I heard that 1/12 was taking their timed trial&amp;nbsp;during Sharon's class so they could hear everything and thus got kinda distracted. Yepz. Anyways back to the topic. Uhhh. Later on Ness and I had this cat fight when we were trying to tickle each other. Then Teacher yelled at us and we had to stop. Aw. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I ate lunch with Fishmonger and Jolyn today. Later Claire joined us and Chan Yi was so funny. She tried to make Fishmonger buy this piece of bread that had worm-like stuff sprinkled all over it. According to Fishmonger, she had been watching Fear Factor last night so the bread kinda freaked her out a little. Ah wells...nvm. Anyways we had ice-cream after lunch and Jolyn was like, roflmao cos Fishmonger, Claire and I kept on letting our ice-creams go drip drip drip on the floor. Whee...Claire wants to quit bball and we all advise her to anyways. She's currently considering AVA. I think it's really good for her since she seems the type who loves photography and handling all these camera equipment and so on and so forth. And no. I am NOT the type who makes other people join your CCA. Unlike some others whom I shall not name. Though it would be terrific to have two of my good friends in the same CCA. Feel weird around mainstream ppl. Dunno...they just dun like the kind of stuff we deal in.&amp;nbsp;And no. I am trying not to be biased. Blehh. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So today I took the&amp;nbsp;sixth bay, leaving five bays in front of me. Charlotte go sabo me make me take the sixth one lor. And then shit larx. The RI guys came and I was like, so freaked out cos they all suck. Yepz. Pathetic bunch of idiots. Except for the fact that that Retief Goosen guy is damn good lor. Erm. We call him the Retief Goosen guy cos this time round he was playing at the bay with Retief Goosen's fat face on it. Lolx. But he damn ugly. Pop-marked like siao. Eep. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways I averaged 100m per shot today! So happy yeah...and Coachie too! So I was given permission to go to the cold water dispensers in the manager's room! Woohoo! Man...plus potato chips and Sprite Ice...now you know why today's practice totally rocked! Then I noticed that Charlotte kept on looking at the Retief Goosen guy. She claimed that she liked his 'wonderful' playing. I really suspect that there is more to it. Haha. So yepz. Evidence? She spent the whole training time going lovey-dovey over the Retief Goosen guy. Wahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And then there was this fat guy with his humongous ass in front of me. Stupid idiot. And then wahh...for the first time I saw my senior flipping her hair whenever she came close to the RI guys. Like, omg. Shan't say who...later got rumours then she come kill me then shit larx. I die lor...lolx. Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nothing else. Or so I think. Eh...byee! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617063-108997570042969691?l=snow-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/feeds/108997570042969691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617063&amp;postID=108997570042969691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/108997570042969691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/108997570042969691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/2004/07/right-kayy.html' title=''/><author><name>JaYnE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773274068007704654</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-7617063.post-108994880861523555</id><published>2004-07-16T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T19:14:33.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You really disappointed me when you left me. You were the reason why I tried to kill myself. Now that I am safe and sound you still want to come after me. And I have no choice but to escape from your grasp.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy wow. I heard that the Track &amp;amp; Field Meet 2004 is actually on 28 July. Damn. But oh well. And really, I have this funny feeling that I dun really wanna be with him anymore. I dunno. Like, his mum grounds him so much and then I have to like, wait? Ergh. But what do they say, all the way out there? That nothing should stop you from liking someone else, especially whether he is absent or not? =/ Shrugg. I dunno wad to say to that. Really. Feel like I am gonna burst but I dun wanna say it just yet. Let my friends read this for themselves. Having someone who is more than a friend is really pressurising. Lolx. No wonder they all dun want bf yet. Ah wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways uhhh, just now we had Chinese Speech &amp;amp; Drama class. It was damn fun. Lolx. Some of us were like, acting? Yepz. And then Sylvia was the daughter and Rachel the father and uhhh, Joelynn was the mother. There was this scene where Sylvia and Rachel were running around Joelynn cos Sylvia had taken Rachel's newspaper. Like, it was so funny and all of us were rolling around the floor and giggling like siao. =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this short skit that required the daughter to go to the chat room and uhhh, ogle at guys. Handsome guys. Cute guys. Wadeva. So yepz. Guess who the daughter was? Whee. It was Melly! And she looked so darn farni with her grin and then later on, Emjay was the dad and she was like, so goony. Exactly what Chan Yi said lor. Lolx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yesterday we had English and it so totally rocked. We were given pictures to present in the stupid examination style and chose our own groups. Well yeah. I did it with Sarah and Joanna! =)) And we became totally mad. Haha. Or should I say, me? Lolx. YM had this script which was also totally funny and I shall put them both down here. My group's first then YM's. Hahax...kayy. May not be entirely complete but I bloody hell care. Kayy. Here goes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene is full of nerdy-looking guys. They all seem to be obsessed with a leaflet about SARS. There is a guy looking lecherously at the camera woman/man. The back of the classroom is totally gay and stupid. There is this guy who is in dire need of braces cos his teeth are in terrible condition. Not too far away there is a gay fag whose hair is sticking up. He definitely needs a comb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)) Now for the script YM's group wrote... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 13 children in this picture. 13 is an unlucky number. These children are unlucky. They look like voodoo children. Each child is holding a voodoo tambourine or are supposed to be. There are 13 tambourines! They must be voodoo dolls! There are male children. There are female children. They look different. Some are short, some are tall; some are fat, some are thin. Individuality. This proves that everybody is different - like me! They are standing and probably waiting for someone. Someone really important. Like a very important person. Like a priest. A high priest. A high priest related to them. A voodoo high priest. Many of them seem to be under the influence of voodoo magic. They look seriously bored by the voodoo going on around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if this wasn't enough, Sharon asked YM to describe what she saw in front of her. The reply? As follows... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a piece of paper. It is covered with black dots. The dots seem to vaguely resemble obese voodoo dolls. They are holding evil-looking circular objects. I predict...DOOM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy so funny. Haha. And the damn bell has just rung. Gotta run. Byee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617063-108994880861523555?l=snow-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/feeds/108994880861523555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617063&amp;postID=108994880861523555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/108994880861523555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/108994880861523555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/2004/07/you-really-disappointed-me-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JaYnE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773274068007704654</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-7617063.post-108986130380047385</id><published>2004-07-15T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T19:13:22.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You helped me escape from my confusion. But I still wanna run away from you. You pressurise me too much and I can never trust you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Another three crazy lines but heck care. Kayy so now I am listening to a song from Avril Lavigne's new album. Haha. Like, my one of my friends actually likes the 'kick your ass' line. Weirdo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering Tek's poem for Lit ya? Like, the last line was 'kiss my ass' and the whole class was laughing like siao lorh. Lalala. Me damn bored and dan juz now in the early morning during reading period I go sms Chris dan he reply say he carn go online cos of his mum. Like, wad the hell. Ground so long for wad? Eep. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy uh gotta rearrange the template! Can anyone who is good in css and html help me? Like, Liza or Ness or Sarah...someone? Ah wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617063-108986130380047385?l=snow-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/108986130380047385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/108986130380047385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/2004/07/you-helped-me-escape-from-my-confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>JaYnE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773274068007704654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617063.post-108979576091024240</id><published>2004-07-14T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T19:11:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running from the memory of you. How do you ever expect me to trust you again? I knew you too long. Now I just want to forget that we ever lived together.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I gave myself this really lame-o aim. Like, everyday think of a new so-called poem. Gah. And ppl are starting to post on my tagboard. Whee. I have 3 things to correct for now. That is, with this new blog of mine. They are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The damn cursor never appears in certain parts of the blog &lt;br /&gt;2)The bloody scrollbar settings only take effect on the tagboard scrollbar but not on the main scrollbar &lt;br /&gt;3)The stupid blog entry keeps on going to the left side and merging with the rest of the blog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. And I want to add music to my blog. Gotta ask Ness or Liza how. Wahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy that's all. I take my uh, leave. Lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617063-108979576091024240?l=snow-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/feeds/108979576091024240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617063&amp;postID=108979576091024240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/108979576091024240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/108979576091024240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/2004/07/running-from-memory-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JaYnE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773274068007704654</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-7617063.post-108971373367013140</id><published>2004-07-13T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T19:12:17.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running away is my talent. And all you can do is watch me go. You cannot catch me at all. For I am faster than the wind.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Me feeling all hyper. This is my third blog but I definitely carn keep all of them updated. So I think I shall drop one. But which one? Damn. Me all in a dilemma dunno wad to do oso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who wanna tag my blog please do so. Hee. You can use short form ya? But try to use block letters at the start of every sentence. Oh bloody hell. Nvm. Okay. Uh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617063-108971373367013140?l=snow-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/feeds/108971373367013140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617063&amp;postID=108971373367013140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/108971373367013140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617063/posts/default/108971373367013140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-star.blogspot.com/2004/07/running-away-is-my-talent.html' title=''/><author><name>JaYnE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773274068007704654</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></feed>
