<?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-17219289</id><updated>2011-07-11T01:09:56.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloob</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114925522361250870</id><published>2006-06-02T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:29.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:20px;"&gt;MOVED &lt;a href="http://toyfactory-.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114925522361250870?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114925522361250870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114925522361250870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114925522361250870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114925522361250870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/06/movedd.html' title='MOVED:D'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114924955055203116</id><published>2006-06-02T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:28.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;010606&lt;/b&gt; apprently i didn't bother to answer ty's call. or rather, i was searching for my phone. and when i finally found it, he hung up alrdy. but WHATEVER. that dumbshit made me walk to the mrt station-,- &amp;we were supposed to &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;STUDY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ok. we did. but still, HEH. three questions counted?(: i got distracted by &lt;b&gt;TEEN TITANS&lt;/b&gt; :D teen titans so rock!(: YAY! (CHILDISH). &amp;amp;guess what? my parents are super duper nice(: they let us out!! :D -grins- and apprently, i was late for tuition AGAIN. like obviously. and therefore i conclude that yesterday was &lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;020606&lt;/b&gt; went for history this morning. ok. i didn't stay for the whole lesosn but ya. AT LEAST I SHOWED UP!!!! only jiaying was there. &amp;amp;she took a cab there thinking that it started at 9. sigh. ms kaur owes her $5.30. :D sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a stupid timetable after tuition today. and i plan to finish all my homework by the 13th of june(: and that's what i shall do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T CARE! YOU OWE ME A MOVIE MARATHON! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114924955055203116?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114924955055203116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114924955055203116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114924955055203116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114924955055203116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/06/blah.html' title='BLAH!'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114899991017932195</id><published>2006-05-30T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:28.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;PLEASE VISIT &lt;a href="http://cchms-prom06.blogspot.com/"&gt;THIS LINK&lt;/a&gt;FOR FURTHER INFORMATION ON THIS YEARS &lt;span style="color:#c3fb17;"&gt;PROM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! that was dumb la. ohwell. but ya, PROM(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i hate my dad. he's a big pain in the ass. he said,"YOU CAN'T GO OUT UNLESS YOU ARE GOING OUT WITH THE FAMILY. YOU CAN'T GO FOR SERVICE ON SATURDAYS UNTIL THE O LEVELS ARE OVER. AND YOU CAN'T GO OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS TO CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY." basket! i hate him i hate him -&lt;b&gt;GROWLS&lt;/b&gt;- but i guess its ok. he's coming over on saturday the 17th :D -GRINS LIKE AN IDIOT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, since my birthday is coming, why don't i make a birthday wish list? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i want...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!yet another pair of havaianas (i'm gna collect most of them! the pretty ones only, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;!P.S. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern&lt;br /&gt;!new pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;!new pair of denim skirt&lt;br /&gt;(ohdrats, the absolut site is lagging)&lt;br /&gt;!new bed (queen sized perhaps!)&lt;br /&gt;!new bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;!apple iPod so i can use the super nice volcom casing(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;!PHOTOSHOP CS2!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!new heels&lt;br /&gt;!wedges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's all((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. i turned off my darned internet connection. i hate my laptop. a stupid little pressure on that buttom would turn off the darned internet connection. and shucks, he kindly pointed out that i'm very liberal with my vulgarities. X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i HATE spam mails. "save your money" "viagra $3.65" WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Take it from my hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;So give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, take the wheel &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{carrie underwood, Jesus, take the wheel}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114899991017932195?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114899991017932195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114899991017932195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114899991017932195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114899991017932195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-people.html' title='HELLO PEOPLE'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114898419762686043</id><published>2006-05-30T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:28.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M A LAZY BUM, AND SO ARE YOU(:</title><content type='html'>i've been lazy to upload pictures. ohwell. but today's special. i'm not so lazy today. so i uploaded a few pictures(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="vandalism" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/IMG_0051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true vandalism of &lt;s&gt;private&lt;/s&gt; property :D i was supposed to study for my stupid Os. bt i didn't. i was &lt;s&gt;drawing&lt;/s&gt; vandalising. :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell me who can resist this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="witdh: 180px; height:240px" alt="JELLYBEANS!" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/JELLYBEANFACTORY.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D jellybeans(: jellybeans(: jellybeans(: HOORAH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="witdh: 180px; height:240px" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/IMG_0032.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="witdh: 180px; height:240px" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/IMG_0033.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EQUALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="witdh: 180px; height:240px" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/IMG_0034.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, the two camera shy people. my ball and kfan. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;carmen's my ball!!!!!!!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114898419762686043?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114898419762686043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114898419762686043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114898419762686043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114898419762686043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-lazy-bum-and-so-are-you.html' title='I&apos;M A LAZY BUM, AND SO ARE YOU(:'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114897647126104677</id><published>2006-05-30T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:27.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOLD THOSE THAT APPLY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love olives.&lt;br /&gt;I own lots of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched porn movies.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that honesty usually is the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed alot mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid at times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was born in a country outside of the U.S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair / fingernails / eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like the way that I look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cornrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think prostitution should be legalized.&lt;br /&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Slept with a suitemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have hidden talent!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE TO SHOP!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't hate anyone. I dislike them (i wish)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months. (once in my room /x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like someone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least 5 away messages saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol or drugs before. (alcohol)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;I have avoided assignments at work / school to be on Xanga or Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy some country music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween is cool &lt;s&gt;cos' you get free candy&lt;/s&gt; cause it's halloween!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like surveys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;I am punk rockish.&lt;br /&gt;I am preppy.&lt;br /&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup&lt;br /&gt;I believe in prophetic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm proficient on a musical instrument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I am adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pyro.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Red Sox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have thrown up from crying too much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think school is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think pigtails serve a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't like multi-textured ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;I think John Cusack is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I f**king hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch Food Network way too much.&lt;br /&gt;I love coaching youth sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I would not be friends if they weren't family.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;I love vaginas. (what the fuck?)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie I know who Santos L. Halper is.&lt;br /&gt;I read trashy romance novels and I am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I love wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist. (i hold the ARTIST badge)&lt;br /&gt;I have a goal to collect every Johnny Depp movie ever made.&lt;br /&gt;I have an unhealthy Taco Bell obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have had a crush on a cartoon character when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have spent more on anime and manga than many spend on computers or other high end products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when neccesary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pointy-ended ears.&lt;br /&gt;I love Korean dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just proves that i'm like super duper bored. bored to the core. D: grrrr. i can't get out of my bleeping house. D: great. my mom said that i look like some chinese american bimbo. -,- OHFINE. it's that darned specs. horrible specs grrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114897647126104677?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114897647126104677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114897647126104677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114897647126104677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114897647126104677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/bold-those-that-apply-to-you-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114897314692873335</id><published>2006-05-30T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:27.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GROW UP FAST</title><content type='html'>hey piggo, thank you for yesterday! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only justina knows for sure. haha. ohwell. that girl. (: i love her! hahah. my not-so-secret-secret bearer. ha. i'm mad. x:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing eventful. nothing that i shall put here. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning, good evening, good night, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114897314692873335?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114897314692873335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114897314692873335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114897314692873335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114897314692873335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/grow-up-fast.html' title='GROW UP FAST'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114865107764281406</id><published>2006-05-26T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:27.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARM</title><content type='html'>ok, i just suddenly felt like using that word so ya. i wish you hadn't come online. cause once you came online, just so many questions popped into my mind. i wanted to ask you all. but i know you've got other things on hand. or perhaps. you won't want to talk about them cause it basically is a kind of um, sensitive?, matter. so ya. i feel guilty. i know you don't want to talk about it. yet i'm still bombarding you with all those questions. i'm sorry, i just need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when i'm down, i know that there's one person who'd always be there, catching me when i fall. holding me hand, helping me through. God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114865107764281406?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114865107764281406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114865107764281406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114865107764281406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114865107764281406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/charm.html' title='CHARM'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114864751943927287</id><published>2006-05-26T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:27.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS</title><content type='html'>ok. today was dumb. i walked out of chinese lesson because of you. feel guilty, please! and you'll have to go to the zoo with me on my birthday or the sunday after my birthday! i don't care!((: but you better not stick a fork into shunta's head. T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ya. wento make another pair of specs ytd cause i broke my current outD: saw shunta &amp;amp;his mama. haha. his mother is NICE ok? i'm gna learn jap after the Os. &amp;you're coming w me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG was great :D but joy was late. and i was superbly late for tuition. i think i went there at around like 1730hours. i was late for an HOUR(: thank God for joy. she walked me there and waited for me :D she's so motherly. that's why she's my mama. (: but i haven't got a papaD: but nvm, i have Daddy :D&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm glad we did what we did on &lt;em&gt;wednesday&lt;/em&gt;. although i was a little unstable. i'm glad &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; managed to work out. and &lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry for showing you all my bad stinking attitude. thank you jo for that talk on the phone at night, thank you huanyuet for initiating this whole thing, thank you all for another chance.&lt;/strong&gt; i still have two more people i need to talk to &amp;apologize to. &lt;strong&gt;thank God for justina who was there w me. thank God for shern the UN party. thank God for those who spoke up &amp;amp;said something. &lt;/strong&gt;anw, it was the first time i cried so hard in my whole life. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohjibbers, i just saw huanyuets blog and i got taggedD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FIVE THINGS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what were you doing in secondary school? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: its not were, it is ARE.)&lt;br /&gt;!slacking pretty much i guess.&lt;br /&gt;!sleeping in class?&lt;br /&gt;!pissing people off&lt;br /&gt;!acting/being crazy&lt;br /&gt;!talking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five of your favourite songs/singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!4Ever by The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;!My Paper Heart by The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;!Drops Of Jupiter by Train&lt;br /&gt;!Shotgun Serenade by The Juliana Theory&lt;br /&gt;!What's Left Of Me by Nick Lachey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five things you would do if you were a millionaire. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!i'd definately shop(:&lt;br /&gt;!then i'd buy a nice nice corner terrace that has ALOT of windows&lt;br /&gt;!then i'd buy a nice nice convertible&lt;br /&gt;!then i'd give some to my mama &amp;papa. none to brother cause he'd prolly be way richer than i am. X:&lt;br /&gt;!then i'd put it into the bank or give it to charity. (that is if i HAVE any kaching left!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five bad habits. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!i sleep very the late.&lt;br /&gt;!i whine alot alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;!i keep saying "SHIT"&lt;br /&gt;!i always forget stuff.&lt;br /&gt;!i always buy unnecessary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five things you like doing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!watch clouds, rainbows etc. basically, the sky.&lt;br /&gt;!go to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;!walk around aimlessly w friends&lt;br /&gt;!sit around in school doing just nothing&lt;br /&gt;!walk around aimlessly w you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five things you'll never wear, buy, get. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!cigs&lt;br /&gt;!drugs&lt;br /&gt;!assessment books&lt;br /&gt;!i'll never wear platforms man!&lt;br /&gt;!dye my hair pink/green/yellow/&amp;all those shocking colors. its HORRID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five favourite things. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!my laptop&lt;br /&gt;!merc(:&lt;br /&gt;!zenny&lt;br /&gt;!havaianas&lt;br /&gt;!my new specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five people to do this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!sherteo&lt;br /&gt;!sharng&lt;br /&gt;!gavin&lt;br /&gt;!anjel&lt;br /&gt;!joruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. time waster but alas, i don't have anything to do anywayT: ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realized that i have alot alot of homework waiting for me on my desk. alot of humanitiesD: but LUCKLIY! i've finished my amath TYS homework! *PHEW!* but ya. sigh. i want a new blogskin! but i'm lazy. who wants to do one for me?! :DDDD gah. i'll do one after the chinese Os (: i deserve two days off!!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;things i've learnt/realized;;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!not to judge.&lt;br /&gt;!some people just know how to complain about the world being so hypocritical when they're the culprits themselves.&lt;br /&gt;!never to trust _______ anymore. _______ lied big time. i swear she did. i know, i lied bigger time at times.&lt;br /&gt;!jteo memorizes verses&lt;br /&gt;!choonkuat walks straight while we turn left.&lt;br /&gt;!racheline is a nice nice nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;!so is carmen and dawn&lt;br /&gt;!dawn has balls! :D&lt;br /&gt;!carmen is a ball. but not dawns!&lt;br /&gt;!i'm all bones. (justina commented ytd.)&lt;br /&gt;!mr gan looks awful in bright green shirts.&lt;br /&gt;!amosang's handwriting is SUPERBLY ILLEGIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;!i look wrong with a fringe.&lt;br /&gt;!4DL girls are superbly fun!&lt;br /&gt;!i'm a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;!i hate papayas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha! anw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15px;"&gt;ALL CHINESE O LVL PEOPLE! MUG HARD! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114864751943927287?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114864751943927287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114864751943927287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114864751943927287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114864751943927287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/holidays.html' title='HOLIDAYS'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114810305075060547</id><published>2006-05-20T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:26.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm screwed</title><content type='html'>i'm so darn screwed. my helluva mother won't get going. and jt has called me to bug me. shit shit shit. OHFINALLY!(: "ok! i'll change and we'll go." like QUICK! you fucking get going!!!! i'm in a hurry! quickly! -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had chinese remedial in the morning(: then ya, basically, had fun with DL girls:D hurah! i love alicia. i love shermaine. i love shavonne. i love stephanie. i love shern. i love adelyn(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDD hurah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114810305075060547?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114810305075060547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114810305075060547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114810305075060547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114810305075060547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-screwed.html' title='i&apos;m screwed'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114804980521617217</id><published>2006-05-19T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:26.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D :D</title><content type='html'>i'm sad. i can't download my porn! hahah. JOKING. my stupid filesharing thingamajig. then sherteo can't send me nice nice things. D: so sad! &lt;b&gt;i wanto buy adobe photoshop CS2(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuqian is my mother(: she's so motherly! &amp;loving(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is sharlyn &amp;shermaine(: i love them(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;justina &amp;amp;carmen &amp;dawn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darlings(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr yap for shopping for fishy with me(: i finally realized that mr yap can talk to fishys &amp;i finally bought a black guppy! :DD happy! -clapclap-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT! i'm going for supper now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to all: chinese remedial is at 8:30am tmr(: till 12pm. (if you all actually read this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114804980521617217?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114804980521617217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114804980521617217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114804980521617217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114804980521617217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/d-d_19.html' title=':D :D'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114793535302866086</id><published>2006-05-18T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:26.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO SHERMAINE</title><content type='html'>hi shermaine(: you are sitting next to me now. no you are next to me. stop saying that you arent next to me. ok, you are physically next to me, but mentally far far away where you meet your handsome prince charming on white horses to the horizon and watching pretty pretty clouds-,- NO! NO PIG CLOUDS! nonono! don't have. no angel clouds too!(: on thursday there were no pretty PIG CLOUDS. &lt;b&gt;THERE WERE !!!&lt;/b&gt; :D :D hehe :D i don't care there were pretty clouds and i saw three little pigs and two angels :D :D :D woohoo please don't believe chessia's rubbish i really saw pretty clouds! shermaine is a bigfat liar! nononono! don't have pig clouds. give me the picture!:D i wanto see. hahahhahahaha. ok fine. i believe you. -,- HA! HA! angels? ok. angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, ya, i'm at sherteo's house now(: no. not toe:D anw, i wanto upload my nice nice picture!!!!!!!! i wrote "I LOVE &lt;em&gt;ZHANG&lt;/em&gt;" on the bench in the concourse(: haha. and of course, its TEOSHERMAINE!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yes it's me :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shermaine is mad:D :D stop torturing the pig la! now you wanto torture winnie the pooh. now the duck. -,- now the chicken! 0,0 so animal torturer. call SPCA!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, had a bad day in school. heh. got back chinese &amp;english &amp;amp;chemistry today. passed all. but chinese was like s***. heh. yes, shermaine agrees(: nice hippo you've got there:DDDD no. i can put as many smiley faces as i like. cause i'm happy, cause sherteo is here(: yes, you make me happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIG BIG THANKS TO TEOSHERMAINE &amp;JUSTINALIM FOR CRAPPING IN THE TOILET DURING ENGLISH DEBRIEF TODAY. -HUGS-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sher, how'd you know debrief is boring? ha, ha, the teacher is one old pok! i don't think she even realized that the three of us were missing from debrief right not shermaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! she's like super BLUR and since she's old she's probably like, senile! :X :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15px;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, 15px is not big(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanto go for tuition laterD: so boring. my science is like OK. so ya. ahhh, i feel so dumb. chessher is disturbing roger at the moment. aren't we, my other half?! okok, we're being nice. that's what my other half is saying:D bleh bleh. SHUT UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114793535302866086?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114793535302866086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114793535302866086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114793535302866086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114793535302866086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-shermaine.html' title='HELLO SHERMAINE'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114781241169690266</id><published>2006-05-17T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:26.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS 443HOURS ON A WEDNESDAY MORNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;YES! I FINALLY CAN GO TO SLEEP! :D -CLAP CLAP JUMP JUMP- I'M SO HAPPY! I'M SO HAPPY! :DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114781241169690266?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114781241169690266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114781241169690266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114781241169690266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114781241169690266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-443hours-on-wednesday-morning.html' title='ITS 443HOURS ON A WEDNESDAY MORNING'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114780860735102281</id><published>2006-05-17T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:25.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLEH BLEH BLEH BLEH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:13PX;"&gt;WHEN YOU SEE CAPS LOCK, IT JUST MEANS THAT I'M FUCKING PISSED. LIKE NOW.&lt;/span&gt;and i'm fucking tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114780860735102281?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114780860735102281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114780860735102281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114780860735102281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114780860735102281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/bleh-bleh-bleh-bleh.html' title='BLEH BLEH BLEH BLEH'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114780591865537339</id><published>2006-05-17T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:25.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR</title><content type='html'>i'm bloody irritated. i lost jonathanteo's picture. &amp;amp;i can't find a sub pic. D: damned world wide web. D: -sulks- it's frigging 3a.m. i wanto sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114780591865537339?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114780591865537339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114780591865537339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114780591865537339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114780591865537339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/grrr.html' title='GRRR'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114780313510414895</id><published>2006-05-17T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:25.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's getting late</title><content type='html'>fine, deviantArt is screwed up. i hate deviantArt. but i lost the picture jteo sent to me. i'm screwed. i can't cont. this is REAL REAL BAD. &amp;amp;i'm getting frustrated. D: it's hot in my room. but my fingers rather press the keys on the keyboard thn the ones on the air-con remote controler. i'm a lazy pig. yes, i'm aware of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114780313510414895?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114780313510414895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114780313510414895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114780313510414895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114780313510414895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-getting-late.html' title='it&apos;s getting late'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114779948213423623</id><published>2006-05-17T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:24.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its 12:34am now</title><content type='html'>&amp;i've got school tomorrow. i &lt;b&gt;HAVE, MUST, AM REQUIRED&lt;/b&gt; to go to school afterall. but hey! that's &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; great! -grins- then i can show justina my nice nice cartoon &amp;amp;give her the jellytots. &amp;give carmen the lollipop i bought for her. its &lt;b&gt;cherry&lt;/b&gt; flavoured(: cherries are nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm still up. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. i'm planning to finish jonathan teo's blogskin by 5a.m. (&amp;amp;i really hope that i can finish it by then AND get some sleep before school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;02. i can't sleep. no apprent reason. i just can't sleep.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. i've got some thoughts that i'm thinking and they keep me awake. ha,ha. i know it makes no sense to you. but it does to me, and it's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;04. i don't want to fall asleep. cause i know that i'll have nightmares. basically, i dreamt that ___ died. ya. &amp;i woke up crying. how stupid, how dumb. but HEH.&lt;br /&gt;05. i'm &lt;b&gt;hungry&lt;/b&gt;. my stomach is growling. i can hear it. i don't feel it. i &lt;b&gt;HEAR&lt;/b&gt; it. D:&lt;br /&gt;06. i'm worrying about tomorrow. my results. -gives a weak smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup,there you go. (6-1)reasons. T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i dreamt of ___ ytd. ha,ha. &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;it was a dream.&lt;/b&gt; then it turned into a very nightmare-ish nightmare. i dreamt that ___ died. not cool at all. like damnit, i was so happy at first -grins- then suddenly, a change in scenario. imagine you're like in a circus then suddenly, the clown dropped dead. that sick feeling. i think how i felt was a billion times worst then that. &amp;yes that's reason 04 for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was blog-surfing just now. &amp;amp;i chanced upon shavonne's blog. &amp;i found a really lame&amp;amp;time-wasting thingamajig there(: here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 ppl you can think of right now at the topof your head.&lt;br /&gt;Ready, 123 GO!&lt;br /&gt;1. justina&lt;br /&gt;2. carmen&lt;br /&gt;3. amosang&lt;br /&gt;4. jonathanteo&lt;br /&gt;5. sharng&lt;br /&gt;6. sherteo&lt;br /&gt;7. shannon&lt;br /&gt;8. huanyuet&lt;br /&gt;9. jeremy&lt;br /&gt;10. nigel&lt;br /&gt;11. shiwei&lt;br /&gt;12. catherine&lt;br /&gt;13. bentham&lt;br /&gt;14. chris&lt;br /&gt;15. gerald&lt;br /&gt;16. anjel&lt;br /&gt;17. gavin&lt;br /&gt;18. mark&lt;br /&gt;19. cenjun&lt;br /&gt;20. christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;he's my beloved cousin:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What would you do if you will never meet 1 again?&lt;br /&gt;i'll most prolly jump of the building. ha,ha. no i'd be utterly sad &amp;i'll most prolly cry my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What would you do if 2 and 9 dated?&lt;br /&gt;8 would probably murder 2. HA, HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever like 19?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i love her(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;HA! HA! N-O, NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;a bigfat jerk. :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;she's a babe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell me about 7&lt;br /&gt;he's a big fat helluva math tcher(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;br /&gt;nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's 8's favourite person?&lt;br /&gt;ME!!! ha,ha. number9. ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What will you do if 18 just confessed he/shelikes you?&lt;br /&gt;highly unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What language does 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;english &amp;chinese &amp;amp;math(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;9 is going out with 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How old is 16?&lt;br /&gt;sixteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When's the last time you talked to 13?&lt;br /&gt;last friday, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Wat's 2 favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;i know she likes the older songs &amp;faraway &amp;amp;mypaperheart(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Would you ever date 4?&lt;br /&gt;HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;nope, he's double w someone frm his church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Whats 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;i forgot. HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Ever have a serious relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;for goodness sake, 11's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What school does 3 goes to?&lt;br /&gt;cchms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;cassia cres(: i remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;br /&gt;she's super hyper(((: &amp;smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you seen 1 naked?&lt;br /&gt;NONONONONONO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, btr start doing the blogskin soon or i can kiss my dear dear sleep goodbye. but ohbanana. i feel lazy &amp;very un-blogskin-ish. HEH. never mind. ima slacking until um, 2a.m. then i'll start with the skin. it's gna be boring &amp;amp;monotonous to start a skin from scratch. &lt;b&gt;-YAWNS-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114779948213423623?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114779948213423623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114779948213423623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114779948213423623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114779948213423623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-1234am-now.html' title='its 12:34am now'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114778727486504389</id><published>2006-05-16T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:24.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice nice, sherteo tagged me.</title><content type='html'>INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim have to come up with 8 different points of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are tagged the second time, there's no need to do this AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;5. The most impt rule: HAVE FUN DOING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my perfect lover is a GUY who should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. loves God&lt;br /&gt;2. loves me more than i love him! HA HA! actually, NOT.&lt;br /&gt;3. is &lt;b&gt;decisive&lt;/b&gt; (indecisive guys are really really annoying)&lt;br /&gt;4. willing to be dragged 'round sg/orchard &amp;willing to play &lt;b&gt;pool&lt;/b&gt; w me till hours on end :D&lt;br /&gt;5. willing to go to the zoo &amp;amp;nightsafari &amp;amp;birdpark w me!(:&lt;br /&gt;6. able to stand me being me :D&lt;br /&gt;7. able to entertain me/cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;8. has &lt;b&gt;nice nice shoulders&lt;/b&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;9. stop me from getting drunk/drinking. (HA HA! i'm &lt;b&gt;dead serious&lt;/b&gt; about this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO ARE TAGGED!&lt;br /&gt;anjel, gavin, huanyuet, justina(: okfine, i can't think of 8people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114778727486504389?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114778727486504389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114778727486504389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114778727486504389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114778727486504389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/nice-nice-sherteo-tagged-me.html' title='nice nice, sherteo tagged me.'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114778539829388778</id><published>2006-05-16T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:23.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:             :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm begging you to be my escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice nice song(: be my escape by relient k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shan't blog abt ytd. it was a total screw up. only justina &amp;teo knows. i think. heh. ohwell. i'm such a big bad fat liar. and i'm not good at lying. so basically, i screw up everytime i've got to lie. i can't even say a proper lie to get myself out of teeny weeny stuff. i'm a horrible liar. hehD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ya. basically, i was grounded. then i may be grounded from school tmr. i don't know if i should celebrate or should i sulk. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, big humongous thanks to &lt;b&gt;justina&lt;/b&gt; for helping me cover up. i'm sorry you had to lie. &amp;amp;to &lt;b&gt;teo&lt;/b&gt; my "papa" heh. you sounded like one ytd. except for the diabolical plan part(: but still, thankyouteo &amp;banana :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to finish my chinese paper. but i've done like half of the paper only. finished the first two sections &amp;amp;one comprehension question. then i did like alot alot of cloze passages. chinese of course. then digressed to draw a banana cartoon. hahah. with inspector grapes as the hero of the day. LOL. its corny &amp;lame but nevertheless. it looks presentable. -clap-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh bleh bleh. i'm not going for amath tuition on saturdays anymore(: but i'l have tuition on sunday mornings from &lt;b&gt;mdm tan!&lt;/b&gt; yay! my favourite amath tutor strikes back! yay! i can finally understand integration &amp;amp;differentiation! HURAH!(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, this is bad. i failed my ying yong wen. i've never passed it before, so ya. i doesn't really matter i guess. my english paper1 is a big fat gonner. &lt;u&gt;bugger&lt;/u&gt; it. bugger chinese paper1 too. D: the only subject that made me happy was physics. i managed to pass with a C5. not very good but i'm improving. and philiptai got 78 for his chemistry. whattheheck? anw, &lt;b&gt;JUSTINA! you better have done well for physics! or else you can kiss your fish&amp;co &amp;amp;ice-cream &amp;hyatt &amp;amp;all those nice nice treats goodbye!&lt;/b&gt; but i'll still reward you with &lt;b&gt;jellytots&lt;/b&gt; tmr! i had to resist eating them all dayD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what you might think about me&lt;br /&gt;you'll get by without me if you want&lt;br /&gt;well i could be the one to take you home&lt;br /&gt;baby we could rock the night alone&lt;br /&gt;if we never get down it wouldn't be a let down&lt;br /&gt;but sugar don't forget what you already know&lt;br /&gt;that i could be the one to turn you out&lt;br /&gt;we could be the talk across the town&lt;br /&gt;don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another&lt;br /&gt;you might regret what you let slip away&lt;br /&gt;{jason mraz- geek in the pink}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;3acerlaptops!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114778539829388778?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114778539829388778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114778539829388778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114778539829388778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114778539829388778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/d-d.html' title='D:             :D'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114760234786493207</id><published>2006-05-14T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:23.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>yay! i don't care. you're going w me tmr. hahah. so demanding. but whatever la. missed pool tmr. but we're gna have pool tmr, non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh bleh. i want that green&amp;yellow puma jacket! but the thing is that i've just bought one jacket not even a mth ago. but nevertheless. and besides, my piggy bank is almst empty. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind. HUMPH. i'm going out now(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114760234786493207?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114760234786493207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114760234786493207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114760234786493207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114760234786493207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114759439854265717</id><published>2006-05-14T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:23.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things that i wanto do now</title><content type='html'>i wanto sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto go shopping with yuqian.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto talk to my shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto go out with papa &amp;mama and buy alot of nice nice things.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto play pool with jonathan teo.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto watch horror movies with jonathan teo.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto crash justina's house.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto take long train rides from paya lebar to jurong east to pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto crash amosang's house.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto eat alot of chocolate and not grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto have a movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto pass my o levels chinese with an A1.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto learn how to breakdance.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto learn how to skate.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto sing &amp;amp;amp;amp;dance in the rain w you(:&lt;br /&gt;i wanto crap with carmen.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto take the mrt w carmen &amp;dawn &amp;amp;justina.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto go starbucks w carmen &amp;dawn &amp;amp;justina.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto drink coffeebean&amp;tealeaf's ice blended.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto drink fish&amp;amp;co's kola tonic.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto eat cesar salad at delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto go to the beach and watch the sunset and stay there till the next morning and watch the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto go to the playground and swing.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto piece a jigsaw puzzle together.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto tell you that you are the one i like. not him.&lt;br /&gt;i wanto eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fight to make you stronger, to make you love your life.&lt;br /&gt;i fight to show you purpose, to keep you satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;i fight to make you happy. i war to win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;i'd fight forever for you. i ache when we're apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fighting for us. my heart is a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;i'm killing myself. my heart is a soldier marching to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fight to stay together, to bring us eye to eye.&lt;br /&gt;i fight to speak your language, to keep you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;i fight to make it easy. i push to give you time.&lt;br /&gt;i fight our losing battle. i bleed to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fighting for us. my heart is a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;i'm killing myself. my heart is a soldier marching to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i twisting everything?&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to tell when all i see is&lt;br /&gt;temporarily between the way it should and shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fighting for us. my heart is a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;i'm killing myself. my heart is a soldier marching to die.&lt;br /&gt;my heart's a soldier. my heart's a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fall like a fighter when you give me a shot.&lt;br /&gt;i'll live like a lover when you're all that i've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fighting for us. my heart is a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;i'm killing myself. my heart is a soldier marching to die.&lt;br /&gt;{{the juliana theory; my heart is a soldier}}&lt;br /&gt;this song is love &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114759439854265717?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114759439854265717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114759439854265717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114759439854265717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114759439854265717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-that-i-wanto-do-now.html' title='things that i wanto do now'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114758931922286957</id><published>2006-05-14T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:23.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more sad song, the all-american rejects</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/onemoresadsong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one boy, one girl, two hearts, their world, time goes by, secrets rise. one more sad song, tears shed, she's gone, she'd take it back if she only could. and all the perfect words they seem so wrong, she's gone. you wish that you could learn to see the doors close. and you wish you could be, alone with you, alone with me. what can i do? i cannot breathe. my heart is torn, for all to see. alone with you, alone with me. best friend, worst thing, she's been cheating. friend decieves, she leaves. last date, she cries, whispers goodbye. she walks once more out that door. and all the perfect words they seem so wrong. she's gone. you wish that you could learn to see the doors close, and you wish you could be. alone with you, alone with me. what can i do? i cannot breathe, my heart is true for all to see. alone with you, alone with me. please, please, please, please, please stay. don't go away. the hardest thing is letting go of you. please stay, don't go away. the hardest thing is letting go of you. what cn i do? alone with you, alone with me. what can i do? i cannot see. alone with, alone with, alone with you, alone with me. what can i do? i cannot breathe, my heart is torn for all to see. alone with you, alone with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114758931922286957?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114758931922286957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114758931922286957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114758931922286957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114758931922286957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-more-sad-song-all-american-rejects.html' title='one more sad song, the all-american rejects'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114757736874454443</id><published>2006-05-14T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:23.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-,- bleh bleh bleh</title><content type='html'>thingamajigkuku. i'm watching The Hills Have Eyes now. this movie is like so darn lame! haha. ohwell. but i'll still watch it. luckily i didn't go to watch it in the theaters. oherwise i'd be wasting my darned moonah. hahahahahhahaha. this is so wrong, so wrong. we're gna watch when a stranger calls. D: so wrong, so wrong, so wrong, so wrong. D: ha. so dumb. i don't even know what i'm talking about. oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss that kuku dumb cow la. where you? don't sleep anymore! quick wake up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114757736874454443?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114757736874454443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114757736874454443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114757736874454443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114757736874454443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/bleh-bleh-bleh.html' title='-,- bleh bleh bleh'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114753801661060384</id><published>2006-05-14T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:22.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>happy! today was parents day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy parents day! :D (so no link)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ya. service was &lt;b&gt;GREAT&lt;/b&gt;! jasmine was great, cheng lee was great, everyone was great!(: i liked the part where jasmine started singing that song! haha, comical!(: but really, there wasn't much of a sermon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went out w teo after service. wanted to play pool. but i was reluctant to go to paradigm to check out the tables alone. so ya, waited for him. went to check, no tables. then we went to buy the tickets for when a stranger calls. so dumb. then in the end, we waited for quite some time before suwen and wyn came. ohwell, ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie wasn't horrifying. but i got um, scared? haha. that stupid man in the black shirt kept popping out of nowhere. D: so horrible. then in the end, i was the one who didn't dare to watch. but really, most of the time, jteo was behind his hands and suwen behind her bag. wyntrice &amp;i were BRAVE(: -cheers- haha. overall, the movie was superb. i dn mind watching it again. but the thing is the excitement &amp;amp;thrill wn be there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the movie, we had some kind of waiting game at the mrt station. haha. i waited for nigel. then nigel &amp;i waited for teo. the in the end, teo didn't come back. so we waited for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you nigel papa for coming all the way back to raffles to accompany me(: -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you teo for the um, wonderful(?) evening &amp;the waits &amp;amp;the putting up with me. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll keep you my dirty little secret :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114753801661060384?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114753801661060384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114753801661060384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114753801661060384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114753801661060384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114743622078797576</id><published>2006-05-12T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:22.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>this is so boring. this is so darn boring. my cousin forced me to watch some youtube thingamajig. heh. but yala. some blind kung fu master. so dumb, so lame. but nevertheless(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fine la. you went to _____'s house. so fine la. have a good time there la. don't forget to go home. don't forget to play pool tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickening bigfat bug. i don't like you. i'm not going to help you make your blogskin. go ask ******** go make la. or you can ask ********. since ******** and ******** like you so so much. go la. i'm angry with you. you'll most probably go off with _____ tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114743622078797576?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114743622078797576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114743622078797576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114743622078797576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114743622078797576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114741960813549810</id><published>2006-05-12T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:22.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bother bother bother</title><content type='html'>i slept for THIRTEEN hours. ya. just because of a stupid splitting headache. i woke up at 8+. then realized that my head hurts. so i went back to sleep. i think my mom tried to wake me up thrice or something. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to ben tham's house later. &lt;b&gt;cats.&lt;/b&gt; cats are cute(: especially i-forgot-her-name. hahaha. ima gg to see thm later. provided they're in a good mood la. otherwise, i can forget about getting near them, i'll probably be sent for a tatternus jab or however you spell that word. my english is getting from bad to worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blink* my eyes hurt. it's as if some goondu in my head is squeezing my eyeball. wtheck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken promises,&lt;br /&gt;but you don't really mind,&lt;br /&gt;its not the first time and you know it,&lt;br /&gt;dont you know?&lt;br /&gt;tell me why it is you only smile inside&lt;br /&gt;but when you break me into nothing,&lt;br /&gt;don't you know&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i haven't tried over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;stupid fights, wrong or right,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when you came with me that night,&lt;br /&gt;we said forever, that you would never let me go,&lt;br /&gt;but here i am again,&lt;br /&gt;with nothing left inside,&lt;br /&gt;know i don't wna,&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one mistake i really didn't mind,&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful, unmerciful,&lt;br /&gt;it took me down,&lt;br /&gt;too little and too late,&lt;br /&gt;see now i know your kind,&lt;br /&gt;you fake it easy just to please me,&lt;br /&gt;don't you know,&lt;br /&gt;its not like we haven't tried over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;sleepless nights, wrong or right.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when you came with me that night,&lt;br /&gt;we said forever, that you would never let me go,&lt;br /&gt;but here i am again,&lt;br /&gt;with nothing left inside,&lt;br /&gt;know i don't wna,&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta let you go,&lt;br /&gt;it's you,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when you came with me that night,&lt;br /&gt;we said forever, that you would never let me go,&lt;br /&gt;but here i am again,&lt;br /&gt;with nothing left inside,&lt;br /&gt;know i don't wna,&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta let you go.&lt;br /&gt;{ashley parker angel, let you go}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114741960813549810?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114741960813549810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114741960813549810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114741960813549810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114741960813549810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/bother-bother-bother.html' title='bother bother bother'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114736808781073239</id><published>2006-05-12T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:21.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazyassdonkey</title><content type='html'>see la, you make me feel so guilty. but now i have someone to watch &lt;em&gt;voice&lt;/em&gt; with(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! pool &amp;amp;movie(s) with crazyass this saturday :DDD -clap clap- -grins-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114736808781073239?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114736808781073239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114736808781073239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114736808781073239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114736808781073239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/crazyassdonkey.html' title='crazyassdonkey'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114735217473336380</id><published>2006-05-11T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:21.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-cheers-!</title><content type='html'>hurah! all the papers are finally over(: i'm &lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; elated!!!!! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home after school. i was supposed to go for cg. but i didn't. was tempted by pool xx: so i went home and changed and met shar shar at mp lib(: then we bus-ed to town &amp;met huanyuet &amp;amp;jer for pool :D i think i sucked today. or rather they improved while i de-proved. hahahahhah. teamed with jer. but still, we lost to huanyuet &amp;shar. &lt;b&gt;shar shar is a fast fast learner!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; she's good man! and i mean it!(: yay! another pool partner(((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cine for subway. we wanted to watch either when a stranger calls or MI3. but didn't. D: but ya. subway. (: shar was hungry, i wasn't THAT hungry. shar finished her sub, i didn't. D: i feel so bad. but ya. can't really blame me xx: bought cookies for suwen &amp;amp;jasmine. i hope suwen gave one to jasmine!!! -fingers crossed- hahah. then met dad and bought my havaianas. a nice nice brown havaianas. and the guy there is super duper cute cute cute! (: i'm going back there on saturday. and i hope he'll be there on duty(: yay! then maybe i'l get his number too(: hahahahha. he's so cute when he smiles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -grins like an idiot- i hope shar agrees. xx:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;then we went home(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why aren't you free?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114735217473336380?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114735217473336380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114735217473336380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114735217473336380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114735217473336380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/cheers.html' title='-cheers-!'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114725076433007899</id><published>2006-05-10T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:21.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>far away,</title><content type='html'>in the stil of the night,&lt;br /&gt;i can almst feel you lying nxt to me&lt;br /&gt;like it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;it's hard to let go,&lt;br /&gt;when there's always smething there&lt;br /&gt;reminding me how things could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i've tried to get you off my mind,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i've tried to play my part.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;but every time i close my eyes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you're still inside my heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i laugh?&lt;br /&gt;why must i cry?&lt;br /&gt;everytime we say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;why does it rain?&lt;br /&gt;here in my heart, every day that we're apart.&lt;br /&gt;why can't it be?&lt;br /&gt;just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;what will it take to make you see&lt;br /&gt;these are the words to my heartbreak lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you still keep on shining down your light on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;but out of reach.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;i know that in time,&lt;br /&gt;you will come back to your senses,&lt;br /&gt;see the signs,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;i try to look the other way,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;keep my heart on hold&lt;br /&gt;but every time i'm close to you,&lt;br /&gt;i lose my self-control.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i laugh?&lt;br /&gt;why must i cry?&lt;br /&gt;everytime we say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;why does it rain?&lt;br /&gt;here in my heart, every day that we're apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;why can't it be? just you and me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will it take to make you see,&lt;br /&gt;these are the words to my heartbreak lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;why can't i laugh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;why must i cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;give me just one good reason why.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must it rain? here in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;everyday that we're apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;why can't it be? just you and me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would it take to make you see&lt;br /&gt;these are the words,&lt;br /&gt;to my heartbreak lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{heartbreak lullaby, a*teens}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the 3a.m. calls. i miss the crapping on the phone &amp;amp;through messages. you're so serious about everything now. &lt;s&gt;you seem so far away&lt;/s&gt;. prehaps you weren't even near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114725076433007899?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114725076433007899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114725076433007899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114725076433007899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114725076433007899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/far-away.html' title='far away,'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114724664909045999</id><published>2006-05-10T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:21.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liberation day: 11th May 2006</title><content type='html'>yay! tmr's the last day of mid years(: -clap clap-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had english paper two and chemistry today. i think i'm screwed for chem. i didn't do a few questions. for mcq, i played eeny, meeny, miney, moore to get my answers(: so i doubt i'll get those questions correct. unless my eeny, meeny, miney, moore skills are good. so we shall see(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was fairly easy. i think the passage's stupid. who cares about horses?! hahahah, ok, maybe some people do. but i'm definately not one of them(: i'll die if you make me ride on one. i'll die instantly. i'm afraid of horses. i think. i think i screwed up my vocab section. i wrote silly stuff there. you won't want to know(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chemistry was real real bad. i didn't study it until i got to school this morning. i sat there and read a little then went over to find carmen which means that i got distracted and therefore couldn't remember anything that i read. yup. then during the one hour break, i was nice to myself. i took out my guidebook and started studying(: so i guess some stuff got into my dense walnut brain afterall(: -clap- and guess what i wrote for my test for sulphur dioxide? pass the gas through the universal indicator. hahah. clearly, it is wrong. i even said that sulphur dioxide is acidic. so dumb. i don't even think its correct. i didn't bother to go check it out. so ya. my fingers are crossed. ^^ but the universal indicator is definately WRONG(: &amp;mr soon did a really stupid thing today. he took the flower that we were supposed to sell to raise money for some cancer foundation thingamajig and stuffed it into my stapler when i was sleeping. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then end of story. carms &amp;i waited for nana and dawn and racheline to finish their paper(: and then here i am, home(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt anyone wants to know but ima gna put it down here, just because i'm a very boring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had chinese paper, screwed it up a little cause of the fill in the blanks thingamajig. yup. then went to bugis with banana, carmen &amp;dawn to photostat their lit notes for twelfth night. we ate bread talk and ice-cream(: the mcdonald's person didn't like me. she gave me very little ice cream. D: apprently, we were sup to study. but guess what? we went shopping at icon. haha. and bought nice nice stuff(: hurah! and there was a shop selling super duper duper nice nice hooks(: and there was one like me. and one like carmen and one like jteo. haha. and that shop is cool. ima gna get customised slippers when i finish the design(: and i'm gna do one for carmen &amp;amp;banana &amp;dawn. heheheh. &amp;amp;huanyuet &amp;jasmine &amp;amp;jolene &amp;shar &amp;amp;louisa. and that's gna cost me 224 bucks. and i dn think tt i'm that rich. i'll just have to go rob the bank(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;on the way back to collect the papers, i bought my bag(: the bag that suwen &amp;kefan says look like an auntie bag. FINE LA! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm talking rubbish here. but i guess this is what my blog is. an outlet for all my rubbish. but i think i cn be more rubbishy than this. and i think my mother hasn't told the stupid tuition teacher that i wna cancel tuition tomorrow. DD: -bawls-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh bleh bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, mister, please please please sleep early &lt;s&gt;laaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/s&gt;. okey dokes? and you're supposed to go for dinner &amp;supper with me after the exams! and after the exams are coming soon. so make yourself free(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i think that the cab drivers whose cabs i take are v lucky. i never ask for change. xx:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114724664909045999?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114724664909045999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114724664909045999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114724664909045999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114724664909045999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/liberation-day-11th-may-2006.html' title='liberation day: 11th May 2006'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114699541605115483</id><published>2006-05-07T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:20.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geography is a subject i'd love to hate</title><content type='html'>ohwhee. exams, mid years, stress. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the exams started on thursday. ya. it was um, &lt;b&gt;amath&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;social studies&lt;/b&gt;. and friday was &lt;b&gt;physics&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;e. history&lt;/b&gt;. i think i can go and jump off the building when the results come out. cause firstly, i did every sum in the amath paper halfway. then for social studies, i wrote very very very little. then physics was ok although i didn't really study. then e history, i studied japan, read through germany. and i tried attempting the japan question. but alas, i forgot every single thing i studied. how horrible, but that's a fact. i ain't gonna pass any humans this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this morning, i woke up kind of early (compared to yesterday). i woke up before noon. *CHEERS* then &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ATTEMPTED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, yes attempted, to study geog. then half way through hot spot volcanoes, i spaced out and started playing with my phone. then started messaging justina, then messaged carmen. ha ha. i am not a study kind of person. i wasn't meant to study. (: so here i am, three hours later, having accomplished nothing, sitting in front of my laptop typing nonsense. *shrugs* (i managed to pester my mother for half an hour of computer time. i was suffering from withdrawal symptoms. :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bother, i can kiss my iPod goodbye. it's highly impossible that i'll pass like 5 subjects. not to mention all 7 subjects. DDDDDDDDDD: T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ya, at least i might just manage to get 6 A1s in my O levels, then i'll get my 10 thousand dollars. then i'll treat you all to a meal at marche or fish and co. (: hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wishful thinking!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i think i'm quite a stupid girl. i obviously know that reading ______'s  blog would make me terrible awful and sad and other not-so-positive-adjectives. but i'll still go ahead and read it. yeah, i'm the kind of person who knows the "consequences" of stuff yet go ahead and do whatever that would cause the consequences. stupid. yes, i know that you must be thinking that way. but it's ok. i've resigned to my fate of being a stupid unintelligent girl who would never ever learn her mistakes despite making them time and again. *gives a weak smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, how horrible. it's been one year plus and counting. but ya, i've yet to let go. it's stupid to hold on to something that you would &lt;b&gt;never, never, ever, ever&lt;/b&gt; get. besides, i mean there're like a million other girls out there, so why must i be the one? so ya, its kind of a one in a gazillion chance that it'd be me. T: but never mind, stupid girl's still holding on. T: and anyway, i've yet to beat ____. haha. she's liked XX for um, two and a half years plus? like WOAH!? T: so uhhuh, we're in the same boat tgt girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thank you justina for entertaining me till 2+ am this morning &amp;listening to me whine about xxx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please just dn play with me,&lt;br /&gt;my paper heart will bleed,&lt;br /&gt;this wait for destiny wn do,&lt;br /&gt;be with me please i beseech you,&lt;br /&gt;simple thngs tt make you run away,&lt;br /&gt;catch you if i can.&lt;br /&gt;{my paper heart, the all american rejects}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114699541605115483?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114699541605115483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114699541605115483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114699541605115483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114699541605115483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/05/geography-is-subject-id-love-to-hate.html' title='geography is a subject i&apos;d love to hate'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114640107610824531</id><published>2006-04-30T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>finally, after refreshing the page um, lets see 3 times, stupid blogger finally allows me to blog! hurah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a very exciting day i'd say. i was studying all day. woke up at 11a.m. and started ehistory-ing. then took a break for lunch. then started on a math. then i stoped to make meringues and cookies (: yay! success ok? (: the meringues melt in your mouth. yay! i spent 30 mins beating the egg whites until they were stiff. HMPH! ha ha. but whatever, i had fun(: then i went back to doing a math again. then i'm going out for dinner/supper later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for supper! went to swensens at changi airport (: yay! i ate my 2nd dinner there. ha ha. baked rice is good (: but i was freezing. D: reached home at 12+ HA! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usuals. tuition then service. tuition was not very tuition-ish this week. haha. we were talking about politics. thanks to mr jonathan toh. that stupid kuku. why did he even start talking about the upcoming elections!? irritating pig. but ya, i managed to survive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home to collect my sermon notebook &amp; my bible. i &lt;b&gt;remembered&lt;/b&gt; to rush out of the house with it. (: lucky! then met justina at taka. bought my favourite 3.35 buck pen. :D went for service. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after service, almost everyone went back to school for the CDC thingamajig. so practically, EB1 was left with me, jialing &amp; shern and i forgot her name again. D: ate chicken rice! :D yay! then i still wasn't full. so i bought another plate of lemon chicken rice. ha! ha! i felt like such a glutton. D: but never mind, i was a happy contented 15 year old :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to plaza singapura to meet dad. over shot his queue number at motorola cause i pulled him around ps looking for a nice nice jacket. stupid stupid ps doesn't have an adidas shop there. stupid D: i wanted to buy my adidas jacket. but whatever. dad's got something against adidas. then went to flash and splash. (i walked in and out of the shop like 4 times. so embarassing!) got a nice nice ripcurl jacket. but really, i still want my adidas jacket. D: and i couldn't find a nice wallet. D: or a nice waterbottle D: horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home and slept at 10+. ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out for dinner later. :D yay! i like going out at night! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched my life pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;in the rearview mirror,&lt;br /&gt;pictures frozen in time,&lt;br /&gt;are becoming clearer,&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna waste another day,&lt;br /&gt;stuck in the shadow of my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i want you, and i feel you,&lt;br /&gt;crawling underneath my skin,&lt;br /&gt;like a hunger, like a burning,&lt;br /&gt;to find a place i've never been,&lt;br /&gt;now i'm broken, and i'm faded,&lt;br /&gt;i'm half the man i thought i would be,&lt;br /&gt;but you can have, what's left of me&lt;br /&gt;{nick lachey- what's left of me}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY PRETTY SONG (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114640107610824531?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114640107610824531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114640107610824531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114640107610824531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114640107610824531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114622536147203881</id><published>2006-04-28T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:20.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shudders</title><content type='html'>ha ha. i can't really say shudders. you know why? cos the stupid sky keeps flashing but i hear no thunder. the sky's a flasher. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i finally have 600+ songs in my zenny. my lime green zen micro is love ok? green is a very pretty color. so is brown and yellow. ha ha. sounds like the flame of the forest. ha ha. didn't we all learn about that tree in um, i think primary 4? :D so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june holidays, quickly come! i want to get the exams over and done with &amp;amp; start shopping :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114622536147203881?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114622536147203881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114622536147203881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114622536147203881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114622536147203881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/shudders.html' title='shudders'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114621645586244708</id><published>2006-04-28T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paper one down.</title><content type='html'>yay! paper one is finally over. not that there's anything worth rejoicing over but ya. still, two papers down. and alot more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be doing a math now. as i said, supposed. so it kind of means that i'm not doing it. and i feel downright guilty. but that doesn't mean that i'm about to go near a math any moment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think my writing style is disgusting. as in disgusting in the way i phrase certain stuff. HA HA. and i was thinking about it during my english paper just now. ohya, did i tell you that english papers' situational writing was stupid? they expected us to write about "teach less, learn more" and about the opening of the Innosphere. come to think of it, i think i wrote "teach more, learn less" in my paper. but whatever, i can't do nothing about it anymore. i hope the marker can make out the words i wrote. i was &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; messy. T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i walked out with nana, carmen &amp; liling. then went to singpost. ha ha. and i bought cheesefries and milo. finished my milo and stared at my cheesefries. nana ate them, by the way. then i stoned, they stoned, we stoned. liling and nana started studying. carmen read &lt;i&gt;yi lin&lt;/i&gt;, and i was reading Wives of Bath. then i was contemplating going to the library. but decided to go home first. then it started raining once i reached home. so irritating. so i'm here doing almost nothing. T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid stupid, i must go shopping after the exams. i need a nice new bag and a nice new wallet and a nice new water bottle. ha ha. i just bought a nice new pencil case. (: my stupid web browser is lagging. i hate wireless internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think singapore is going to get drowned. it rains almost every day now. D: and its raining again. the stupid rain paused then started again. like pause and play and pause and play. ah, rubbish. its thundering &amp;amp; lightning-ing right now. and its cold. i'm sleepy when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained in the morning yesterday. and there was a pretty pretty rainbow in school (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="pretty" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/rainbow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice right? (: courtesy of dawn ching (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is a very pretty sunflower dad got for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 189px;" alt="sunflower" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/sunflower02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until it wilted and died. ha ha. no living thing can survive in my care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 189px;" alt="pretty sunset" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/655pmsunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the very very very very very pretty sunset wrote about in my composition today. @6:55pm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet,&lt;br /&gt;did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day,&lt;br /&gt;and head back toward the Milky Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me did you sail across the sun,&lt;br /&gt;did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded,&lt;br /&gt;and that heaven is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me did you fall for a shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;one without a permanent scar,&lt;br /&gt;and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there.&lt;br /&gt;{train- drops of jupiter}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE SONG -grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why make things so complicated when it is just some simple thingamajig?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114621645586244708?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114621645586244708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114621645586244708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114621645586244708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114621645586244708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/paper-one-down.html' title='paper one down.'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114614249690559392</id><published>2006-04-27T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:19.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHESSIA IS GOING TO FLUNK COMBINED HUMANITIES</title><content type='html'>again, i must add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week was fun. i actually bothered to pay attention in some lessons. let's just exclude e math as one of the subjects. i can't take in anything mr kwek says. so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to study e history just now while messaging. apprently, i can't really get anything into my 512MB brain. D: i told huanyuet that i'll treat her to marche if i &lt;b&gt;EVER&lt;/b&gt; pass my e history. :D which would be never ever in this life. so ya. good luck to me! and good luck to her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou baNANA for the CDs and the kinder bueno and the hugs and the encouragement and the not-so-late-night calls. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou my darling yuqian for the crapping sessions and the fun fun times in service and the fun fun times we did stupid things. i'll miss you alot alot alot alot alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou huanyuet for the sudoku and the pool and the lameness. more pool ok? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou sharshar, jasmine and foong for the nice nice crappy recesses and after schools :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou carmen and dawn for the fun train ride although it was quite long ago. lets go catch a movie tgt ok? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohanyway. i think i'm going to fail my 2.4km run. i'm not in the mood for any runs. D: ha ha. and my standing board (or broad) jump got a big fat E. i can't jump. (: i'm not a very jumpish person. (: i'm not good at sports. period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114614249690559392?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114614249690559392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114614249690559392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114614249690559392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114614249690559392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/chessia-is-going-to-flunk-combined.html' title='CHESSIA IS GOING TO FLUNK COMBINED HUMANITIES'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114544433685168697</id><published>2006-04-19T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:19.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HORRIBLE</title><content type='html'>D: i hate you ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, thank you da tou for teaching me amath today :D&lt;br /&gt;and thank you nana for accompanying me after school &amp;amp; all those talk-till-midnight cals.&lt;br /&gt;thank you shar shar for the assurance :D&lt;br /&gt;thank you foong for the drawings ytd during the lecture :D&lt;br /&gt;thank you huan for all those whacky outings :D&lt;br /&gt;thank you jasmine for the fun times in class :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114544433685168697?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114544433685168697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114544433685168697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114544433685168697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114544433685168697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/horrible.html' title='HORRIBLE'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114519328916528046</id><published>2006-04-16T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:18.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate fish</title><content type='html'>i hate all fish products. except salmon and sashimi. and i'm giddy. i'm feel damned giddy. the screen is spinning right, then spinning left again. pretty. i'm not going to pass out, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, emath is getting at me. D: i see numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114519328916528046?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114519328916528046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114519328916528046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114519328916528046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114519328916528046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-hate-fish.html' title='i hate fish'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114518987752883141</id><published>2006-04-16T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:18.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>sometimes i think i'm such a fag. i love to mess things up. i love to say things i don't mean. i love to screw my day up by saying things that i don't mean. i love to snap at people when i'm angry. and i tend to cry when i'm upset. and i tend to get upset easily. so therefore, i tend to cry often. and i tend to get mad at people for minor things. i get pissed off easily too. and i cry when i'm pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15px;"&gt;i'm pissed off and upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not crying. i'm not going to cry because of you. go ask her to make that skin back la. go. don't talk to me lur. that stupid skin wasted half a day. i could have spent it finishing huanyuet's skin. or i could have finished louisa's skin AND huanyuets skin. or i could have done some serious studying with that &lt;b&gt;FUCKING HALF A DAY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm going to spend the rest of my night trying to remember what the previous one was and REDO the whole thing. out of my own free will. D: why am i so nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114518987752883141?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114518987752883141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114518987752883141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114518987752883141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114518987752883141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114518077897577756</id><published>2006-04-16T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:18.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superficial</title><content type='html'>"don't you think that human beings are utterly superficial?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that's a very daring statement to make. cause some human beings see much more than what's on the surface (: people unlike me. not that i always see only what's ON the surface but ya, WHAT-EVER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elementary math isn't that elementary at all. i hate angles DDDD: BOO TO ALL THE ANGLES IN THE WORLD DDDD: well, additional math sucks. especially differentation and integration DD: i hate mathematicians D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate scientists. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gna start reading twelfth night :D nana made it sound relevant and interesting. HA, HA! you must be thinking "what relevance it might have to her cause she's NOT taking lit at all." gah, you don't know. T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel dumb. some days, i'd sit around with nothing to do. then i'd think of you, then my stupid zen would start playing &lt;em&gt;i still&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;collide&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;incomplete &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;just want you to know&lt;/em&gt;. then i'd start crying. ha. i feel like an idiot on the day where i feel lovesick, then i'd open my playlist which contains all the sappy love songs. then i'd start crying all over again. this is how dumb i am, if you haven't realized it. but that's just me- DUMB. but the dumber thing is that i like you. hah!&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;saturday nights are boring without pool and my pool partner, or on somedays, my movie going partner, or on some other days, the person i'd whine alot to. T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my confession: i hate my fugly blogskins D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114518077897577756?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114518077897577756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114518077897577756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114518077897577756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114518077897577756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/superficial.html' title='superficial'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114517443326902775</id><published>2006-04-16T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:17.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now this,,</title><content type='html'>it was that yesterday. then today, this. so fun hur mr XXX? T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. tell me what i need to know. no more, no less. ok, why not tell me everything that i need to know and more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep repeating &lt;em&gt;Far Away &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Collide &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Tears &amp; Rain &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Blurry&lt;/em&gt;. ha, ha. the feeling of nostalgia. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so far, i've listened to Far Away for more then a hundred times already. T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when grandson talks to her :D&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when fish craps and do stupid things with her :D&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when babe is in school and smiling away like a goon :D&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when she's able to stone away in her room, especially on rainy days :D&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when she goes for pool with jteo and huanyuet and jeremy :D&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when she watches a stupid movie with a nacho munching &lt;s&gt;monster&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;creature&lt;/s&gt; being next to her :D&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when the drug craps :D&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when 4 courage is crapping with tan eng chiu :D&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when it rains, thunders and lightnings. ha, ha! :D&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when she goes shopping with her dad :D&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when merc acts cute :D&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when there's no tuition :D&lt;br /&gt;chessia is happy when she takes long train rides alone in an empty train :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114517443326902775?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114517443326902775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114517443326902775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114517443326902775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114517443326902775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-this.html' title='now this,,'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114516721338910326</id><published>2006-04-16T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:17.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the horrbile excruciating past three days</title><content type='html'>they were spent either crying or lamenting or worrying. ha. no, really. and because of that. i got sick. i'm having a sickening flu now. plus a fever that won't go away. plus a bad throat. but still i managed to sing at the top of my voice yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarrelled with him on wednesday night. went crying to shepherd. thank you nana for lending me a listening ear. (: he ignored me till today. so ya. i'm feeling better mentally. physically, i'm still ill. but that's not the point. T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wednesday&lt;/b&gt; had chinese oral. i'm going to fail badly. i swear its true. i didn't even say anything audible nor comprehensible to wang feng (aka king bee). so ya. then jteo waited for me then we headed to suntec. &lt;b&gt;he bought the le coq bag that i adored!&lt;/b&gt;D: so mean. then he said i could touch it everday. -,- what the hell? but whatever. i'm gna buy some other bag. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;b&gt;thursday&lt;/b&gt;. :D sports meet. 20x100m. ha. i ran. uh, duh?! my team got 3rd. D: if chungcheng were to run as a team, we could have gotten &lt;b&gt;FIRST&lt;/b&gt; three times over. (: roger was good. (: so was jie ru. (: went to raffles to meet dad and co. ate at Out of The Pan. (: the waiter there was like CUTE? although not as cute as NO 15. :D had peking duck crepe. ha, ha! ya. then went around looking for my bag. D: saw a very pretty adidas one. apprently the price was as nice. $149. and of course, i wasn't allowed to buy it. D: then i saw swen, jteo and amos at city link. ha. then continued the search for my bag. (: didn't manage to get any. in any case, dad announced that i couldn't buy any bag. why? because my bill was $120 last mth. and all the $$ meant for my bag would go to paying my bill. DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;b&gt;friday&lt;/b&gt;. very uneventful and not worth mentioning. (: ok, maybe the part about supper was fun. (: went to bedok food centre for sting ray(: and i was messaging nana all the way there and back. :D i love my shepherd! had chao guo tiao too. and oysters D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saturday&lt;/b&gt; :D tuition. then to dad's office to see merc. (: then to RI to fetch pesky brother. then back home to get kaching and my sermon notebook &amp; bible. then to orchard to send my brother to tian ho's house. then to cuppage :D service was WOAH. just like every week's service :D wanted to take a joy ride on the train to pasir ris. then to jurong then to boon lay. ha. but didn't manage to. i went home. and slept at 8:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt; woke up at 9:30am. slept for more than 12 hours :DDDDDDDDDDD at least i made up for lost (sleeping) time. (: going to the supermart to get my &lt;b&gt;lays salt&amp;amp;vinegar chips&lt;/b&gt; THEY ARE LOVE! :D&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 adore You. :D&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to know what he feels about her nor what she feels about him. i just want to know what YOU feel about her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114516721338910326?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114516721338910326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114516721338910326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114516721338910326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114516721338910326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/horrbile-excruciating-past-three-days.html' title='the horrbile excruciating past three days'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114476088641233561</id><published>2006-04-11T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:17.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEH</title><content type='html'>i hate these two words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ER OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone's been confiscated. ass la. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bloody upset today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114476088641233561?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114476088641233561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114476088641233561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114476088641233561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114476088641233561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/heh.html' title='HEH'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114457773171278929</id><published>2006-04-09T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:16.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had school. kind of obvious. did sudoku in practically every lesson. i'm so so slow in sudoku. i suck at it man. i took 2 hours to complete the TODAY paper's sudoku when huanyuet took a mere 5 MINUTES. D: sheesh. but can't balme anyone. she's like a PRO. S: and me? aye, shan't say. then jo me shern and others left class at 1215 for tampines stadium. dumb eh. we went there just to fill up the seats. -,- we practically didn't do much except for walking over to the high jumps area to talk to shane the bimbo. :D then ya. got called out at around 3 to meet our team mates from the other schools. stupid but ya. this year's 20x100m is for &lt;b&gt;entertainment purposes&lt;/b&gt;. so we're gna be the entertainers of the day at jurong stadium on thursday. dumb butt. then we ran. stupidly, i didn't warm up. that's like SO me. then i stupidly went to sprint. then i stupidly got cramps on both legs. stupidly, i almost fainted. then we (jo shern me) decided to go off after the guy told us to clear the tracks. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;I FOUND A BUS BACK HOME FROM TAMPINES ! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! then i don't have to walk home from the MRT station the next time i go to tampines :D yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes, i'm a public transport idiot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came home to bathe and change. then took a cab back to school to meet huanyuet. :D had dinner/lunch with huanyuet and jasmine. :D wanton mee !! ha. the aunty is super cute/nice (: then we wanted to go see if that NYJ cutie (cute as in derrick kind of cute) is still &lt;em&gt;alive. &lt;/em&gt;but apprently, we didn't see him. so we concluded that he was non-existant anymore. actually, it was me. ha. but it didn't matter to any of us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jer in sch. headed to bugis. :D my choice. (: slacked, ate, and took NEOS (: hurah! finally man! i've got something to stick on my ezlink card HA, HA! and i think that was the end of the day. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya, we missed 7. that dumb uncle was looking the other way D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 2304 hours. i remember cause i called amos and woke him up and made him listen to me whine. HA! i'm mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition. :D i reached on time ok? *pat on my back* and unfair. theaddea went off earlier. D: and left me alone to sit in the ice box. D: and differentiation is fun. just that i don't get the part about differentiation of logarithms and blah blah blah. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home to put down my amath and emath textbook and grab my sermon notebook and rushed to town. and guess what? the bus ride was horrible. D: some fat guy sat next to me, he smelt weird. then there was this weird guy who kept looking at me. horrible. then ya, weird people all around. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i reached. i was early. haha. they hadn't finished their meeting yet. so i went to get a balloon for nana :D pretty balloon! :D i'm going to buy a balloon every saturday for different people :D hohum! then ya, went to meet them. than ate at starhub with amanda and nana. :DD ey nana! attap seeds are love ok? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for service. and tell me? why do i always cry during worship!? ha. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service was great :D next week's would be better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jonathan didn't come for service D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to gelare after svc with EAST B! :D the ice cream was great. but i think the girls were better :D i love you all! (: esp nana and qian and joy :D hurah! waited for amos ang and jonathan. and obviously, i had to wait a long time D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paradigm didn't have any tables, K pool at cine too. and when we wanted to watch a movie, the timings were too late. then we headed down to marina. by that time, i was shagged arldy. ha. and marina didn't have any tables either. so we caught ultraviolet. which was at 2110. stupidly, the timings as cine were also 2100++. WE SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN CINE OK? D: ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever la. i had fun :D ultraviolet was &lt;s&gt;funny&lt;/s&gt; hilarious. the moves and the dialogue. xx:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i reached home at 1200+ in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THERE WERE NO BANGLAS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;the dawn is breaking, a light shining through, you're barely waking and i'm tangled up in you. but i'm open, you're closed. where i follow, you'll go. i worry i won't see your face light up again. even the best fall down sometimes. even the wrong words seem to rhyme. out of the doubt that fills my mind. i somehow find, you and i collide. i'm quiet, you know. you make a first impression. i've found i'm scared to know. i'm always on your mind. even the best fall down sometimes. even the stars refuse to shine. out of the back you fall in time. you somehow find, you and i collide. don't stop here i've lost my place. i'm close behind. even the best fall down sometimes. even the wrong words seem to rhyme. out of the doubt that fills your mind. you finally find, you and i collide. you finally find, you and i collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{howie day- collide}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is love :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;kiss me, out of the bearded barley, lightly, beside the green, green grass. swing, swing, swing the spinning step. you wear those shoes and i will wear that dress. kiss me beneath the milky twilight. lead me out on the moonlit floor. lift your open hand. strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me. kiss me down by the broken tree house, swing me upon its hanging tire. bring, bring, bring your flowered hat. we'll take that trail marked on your father's map. kiss me, beneath the milky twilight. lead me out on the moonlit floor. lift your open hand, strike up the band and make thr fireflies dance, sliver moon's sparkling, so kiss me. kiss me, beneath the milky twilight. lead me out on the moonlit floor. lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me. so kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{sixpence none the richer- kiss me}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're not even a mile away, but you feel so far. too far. &lt;b&gt;i miss you&lt;/b&gt; though i just saw you yesterday. but it doesn't matter to you at all. cause all you see is everything but me. cause all you see might be her, and she'd be everything i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that i don't like you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;not even close to that.&lt;br /&gt;its much more than that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114457773171278929?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114457773171278929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114457773171278929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114457773171278929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114457773171278929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114423314633415030</id><published>2006-04-05T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:16.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT BACK MY ZEN! :D</title><content type='html'>great. now it rains practically every day. DD: (i hope you're out of school alrdy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd it thundered and lightning-ed. heh. now, its thundering again. D: and ytd, my laptop got WET. D: and if it rains again tomorrow, i'm so screwed. i won't want to walk out man! D: plus friday there's this sports meet thingamajig at tampines. i hope it dsnt rain man. D: rain man, make it not rain okok? (: i hate getting wet. i'm sure you don't like it too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, fine, geog test tmr. settlements. have i studied? NO! plus friday's redox test, i think ima gna fail :D i know NUTS about redox. what's a reducing agent? what's a oxidising agent? HOHUM. teach me, someone, please? T,T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, whatever. D: prepared to fail *growls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how you can speak right to my heart, without saying a word, you can light up the dark. try as i may, i can never explain what i hear when you don't say a thing. the smile on your face lets me know that you need me. there's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me. the touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever i fall. you say it best, when you say nothing at all. all day long i can hear people talking out loud. but when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd. try as they may they could never define. what's been said between your heart and mine. the smile on your face, lets me know that you need me. there's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me. the touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever i fall. you say it best, when you say nothing at all. &lt;b&gt;the smile on your face lets me know that you need me. there's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me. the touch of your hand says you'll catch me, wherever i fall. &lt;i&gt;you say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. that smile on your face, the truth in your eyes, the touch of your hand, lets me know that you need me. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;you say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{when you say nothing at all- ronan keating}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmy, this is a beauuuuuuuuuuutiful song :D after so long, i still love it THAT much. (: i think the songs from like the 1990s are super duper nice :D HURAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, geog, geog, geog. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114423314633415030?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114423314633415030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114423314633415030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114423314633415030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114423314633415030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-got-back-my-zen-d.html' title='I GOT BACK MY ZEN! :D'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114415336635076507</id><published>2006-04-04T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:15.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>collide</title><content type='html'>i said i hate love songs. well, actually, its really a love-hate thing. (: ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collide is playing again. i've been repeating it. it reminds me of last year's end of years. heh. and all the parts that came before it. how i cried because of you. yes, stupid, i know. but ya, heh, i still do at times. i just can't help it. stupid stupid stupid. growls. stupid cow. you make milk. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just woke up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yu kuku. i was waiting for yor msg. and i fell asleep during pc. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so now i'm an idiot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. since when? you're brokeback and bangla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and drug dont forget drug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. drug. heh. yu actually rmb. damn. you hve btr memory. D: crap la. tan eng chui is a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she produces lots of milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know to laugh or to cry. -,- no, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, shopping, fun, pool, movie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, sentosa, vball, night safari. (i hope :X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114415336635076507?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114415336635076507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114415336635076507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114415336635076507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114415336635076507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/collide.html' title='collide'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114415018681562354</id><published>2006-04-04T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:15.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like love you. i'm +ve</title><content type='html'>hah, i finally found a song that best fits how i feel :T ha. sounds like physics- the best fit line. but really, mister, do you know that am i alive? *waves hands frantically* do you see me? do you hear me? mister, i hate it when you just leave me like that. hanging. you know, you know? i bet you &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. cmon. unlike me, you &lt;b&gt;DON'T&lt;/b&gt; have senile dementia. HELLO? HELLO? D:&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;3333333that&lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;soggy&lt;/s&gt; drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(damned it, my phone just rang. but it ain't you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i can be a little stubborn sometimes, a little righteous and too proud. i just want to find a way to compromise, cause i believe that we can work things out. i thought i had all the answers, never giving in. but baby since you've gone. i admit that i was wrong. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;all i know is i'm lost without you, i'm not gonna lie. how am i gonna be strong without you, i need you by my side&lt;/i&gt; if we ever said we'll never be together, and we ended with goodbye. don't know what i'd do. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm lost without you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. i keep trying to find my way, but all i know is &lt;b&gt;i'm lost without you.&lt;/b&gt; i keep trying to face the day, lost without you. how am i ever gonna get rid of these blues? baby i'm so lonely all the time. everywhere i go i get so confused. &lt;b&gt;you're the only thing that's on my mind.&lt;/b&gt; oh my bed's so cold at night. i miss you more each day. only you can make it right. no, i'm not too proud to say. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;all i know is 'm lost without you, i'm not gonna lie. how am i gonna be strong without you? i need you by my side&lt;/i&gt; if we ever said we'll never be together and we ended with goodbye. don't know what i'd do, &lt;u&gt;i'm lost without you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i keep trying to find my way, but all i know is i'm lost without you. i keep trying to face the day. Lost without you. if i could only hold you now, make the pain just go away. can't stop tears from running down my face. &lt;b&gt;all i know is i'm lost without you, i'm not gonna lie. how am i gonna be strong without you, i need you by my side.&lt;/b&gt; if we ever said we'll never be together and we ended with goodbye. don't know what i'd do. i'm lost without you. &lt;/b&gt;i keep trying to find my way but all i know is i'm lost without you. i keep trying to face the day, lost without you. i keep trying to find my way, all i know is, i'm lost without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M LOST WITHOUT YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{lost without you- delta goodrem}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114415018681562354?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114415018681562354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114415018681562354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114415018681562354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114415018681562354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-like-love-you-im-ve.html' title='i &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; love you. i&apos;m +ve'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114406496695114341</id><published>2006-04-03T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:15.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pulau ubin meets sentosa meets pulau tekong (:</title><content type='html'>courtesy of jolene (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word to describe today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: shan't elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway 4cr, i am sorry i raised hell for the seating thingamajig.&lt;br /&gt;sorry mr too for pon-ing your lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;b&gt;jolene&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;louisa&lt;/b&gt; for accompanying me and talking sense into me today in the toilet. i really appreciate it. i owe you two big time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;empty spaces, fill me up with holes. distant faces, with no place left to go. without you, within me, i can't find no rest. where i'm going, is anybody's guess. &lt;b&gt;i tried to go on like i never knew you. i'm awake, but my world is half asleep. i pray for this heart to be unbroken. but without you, all i'm going to be is, &lt;u&gt;incomplete.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; voices tell me i should carry on. i am swimming in an ocean all alone. baby, my baby, its written on your face. you still wonder, if we made a big mistake. &lt;b&gt;i tried to go on like i never knew you. i'm awake, but my world is half asleep. i pray for this heart to be unbroken. but without you, all i'm going to be is &lt;u&gt;incomplete&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. i don't mean to drag it on, i can't seem to let you go. i don't wna make you face this world alone. &lt;b&gt;i tried to go on like i never knew you. i'm awake but my world is half asleep. i pray for this heart to be unbroken. but without you, all i'm going to be is, &lt;u&gt;INCOMPLETE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long alrdy, but i still love this song to bits. just because it reminds me of you. i hope you'll call later. i need some cheering up. i need my drug. T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's an open secret. ah, the sweetness of irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a sickeningly bad memory nowadays. so pardon me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;little by little, step by step, you wrap your fingers around my neck. i choke, i try to catch my breath. but you hold on longer, tightening your fingers around my neck. the pinkish tint in my face, now turned blue. finally, i stop struggling- dead as can be. and so you walk away from this filthy room, with that sinister smirk on your face. &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;em&gt;-- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring at a maple leaf leaning on the mother tree i said to myself we all lost touch your favourite fruit is chocolate covered cherries and seedless watermelon nothing from the ground is good enough body rise look what's over me oh chariot you golden waves are walking down upon this face oh chariot i'm singing out loud to guide me give me your strength remember seeking moon's rebirth rains made mirrors of the eart the sun was just yellow energy if there is a living promise land even over fields of sand seasons fill my body cover me bringing back more than a memory oh chariot your golden waves are walking down upon this face oh chariot i'm singing out loud to guide me give me your strenth you'll be my vacation away from this place you know what i want holding that cup it's pouring over the sides make me wanna spread my arms and fly oh chariot your golden waves are walking down upon this face oh chariot i'm singing out loud to guide me give me your strenth give me your strength oh chariot.&lt;br /&gt;{chariot- gavin degraw}&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like some lyric archive :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114406496695114341?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114406496695114341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114406496695114341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114406496695114341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114406496695114341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/pulau-ubin-meets-sentosa-meets-pulau.html' title='pulau ubin meets sentosa meets pulau tekong (:'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114398122322087832</id><published>2006-04-02T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrap my words around you</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;so long&lt;/b&gt;, so sick, so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;why do i still care about you? why do i still cry for you? why do i even bother to bother? i miss talking to you. i want you you hear? i bet you know it alrdy. so long, too long. but why am i still holding on? shit, i hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you now? are you still the same, or did you change somehow. what do you do? at this very moment when i think of you. and when i'm looking back, how we were young and stupid. do you remember that no matter how i fight it, cant deny it, &lt;b&gt;just can't let you go. i still need you, i still care about you. though everything's been said and done. i still feel you, like i'm right beside you. but still no word from you.&lt;/b&gt; now look at me, instead of moving on i &lt;b&gt;refuse to see&lt;/b&gt; that i keep coming back. &lt;b&gt;i'm stuck in a moment that wasn't meant to last.&lt;/b&gt; i've tried to fight it, &lt;b&gt;can't deny it&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;s&gt;you dont even know&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;b&gt;that i still need you, i still care about you. though everything's been said and done. i still feel you, like i'm right beside you. but still no word from you.&lt;/b&gt; i wish i could find you just like you found me than i would never let you go. though everything's been said and done. i still feel you, like i'm right beside you. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;but still no word from you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114398122322087832?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114398122322087832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114398122322087832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114398122322087832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114398122322087832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/wrap-my-words-around-you.html' title='wrap my words around you'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114395358089762943</id><published>2006-04-02T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:14.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something's so wrong</title><content type='html'>sometimes, somethings go wrong. and i guess that sometimes is kind of NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i had a great time at sentosa yesterday :D i left tuition half an hour earlier. (not that it made much of a difference, but still.) went home, rushed through getting everything ready cos jasmine called. haha. so i went to school to get her. and then dad drove us to harbour front :D waited for people. &lt;b&gt;surprise #01&lt;/b&gt; louisa wasn't late. LOL. xx: then we all made our way to sentosa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there. ayeayeaye, no one was THAT enthusiastic. but really, the enthusias, grew as the day passed. :D we paid $5.50 for the thingamajig volleyball court. but apprently we didn't manage to use the court. but we played w/o the court all the same. and we played soccer. HOHUM! :D (just a random digression: damned it, 've got to re-download my freaking maplestory. i shall learn dota.) soccer was much more fun than vball. maybe because i had to run after the volleyballs? perhaps, heh. and you know what? i didn't realize that shar and jas left until i realized that they left. D: so there they go. D: then playd truth or dare. hah. shall not eleborate. :D i think i missed out alot alot of stuff. but remember? i've got something called short-termed memory. ohwell. everyone went to bathe, uh, duh? then went back. shit la. i'm like cutting short everything. but ya. feeling crappy now. so ya. can't be bothered to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to let go//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;gota change my answering machine, now that i'm alone, cause right now it says that we can't come to the phone. and i know it makes no sense, cause you walked out the dorr. but it's the only way i hear your voice, &lt;b&gt;anymore&lt;/b&gt;. (it's ridiculous) it's been months for some reason i just (can't get over us) and i'm stronger than this (enough is enough). no more walking around with my head down, i'm so over being blue, crying over you. &lt;b&gt;and i'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears, so done with wishing you were still here. said i'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow so why can't i turn off the radio?&lt;/b&gt; gotta fix that calendar i have, that's marked july 15th. because since there's no more you, there's no more anniversary. i'm so fed up with thoughts of you, and you memories. and now every song reminds me, of what use to be. &lt;b&gt;that's the reason i'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears. so done with wishing, you were still here. said i'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow, so why can't i turn off the radio?&lt;/b&gt; leave me alone, leave me alone (stupid love song) don't make me think about her smile, or having my first child then letting go, turning off the radio. &lt;b&gt;'cause i'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears. so done with wishing she were still here said i'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow. so why can't i turn off the radio? why can't i turn off the radio?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss the old you. the you that i used to know. tell me, what happened? what changed you? you seem so not you these days, tell me my friend, why? you seem so distant, so far away. why can't you be you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114395358089762943?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114395358089762943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114395358089762943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114395358089762943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114395358089762943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/04/somethings-so-wrong.html' title='something&apos;s so wrong'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114379000420037483</id><published>2006-03-31T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:14.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candy empire</title><content type='html'>firstly, reply to tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anjel&lt;/b&gt; thanks babe, yea, i'm alright alrdy. :D see you on sunday :D GRINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;amanda&lt;/b&gt; hohum! yes, i know you're only a class away :D &lt;3 you too! see you on mon :D *HUGS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;zen&lt;/b&gt; ah, yesyes, ok. it ain't that bad la. i slept early ytd ok? like say 11+? i still owe you a book :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;passerby &amp; uwontwannanoe&lt;/b&gt; thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to all: thanks a bunch, i mean it. not sarcastically of course :DD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, ok. i've not been online since eternity. or so it feels. so &amp;clapclap&amp;amp; i'm finally online :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well, had amath test today. and phy test yesterday. ha, ha, ha, i'm SO going to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13px;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them both :D cheers! :D as if, i'm gna get screwed for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, dang, dang, i've got to start working twrds my um, 6A1s goal. ha, ha, so that i'll be able to get into like um, TJ or VJ? or design courses in poly :D and of course, my &lt;b&gt;10,000&lt;/b&gt; bucks from my father :D hurah! whatever. i seriously, seriously don't think that i'd be able to get all the above. like hello? someone tell me what's E.M.F? someone tell me how to do differentiation? someone tell me how to write a &lt;em&gt;ying yong wen&lt;/em&gt;? someone tell me how see if a stationary point is maximum or minimum? someone tell me how to do redox questions? someone teach me how to calculate how many moles of atoms are produced during a chemical equation? someone teach me... (and the list goes on and on and on and on and on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya? did i mention? &lt;b&gt;I'M FINALLY FREAKING GOING TO SENTOSA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's just one thing? i've got to finish a math and e math and geog and chemistry and physics tys questions before i can go. D: and i'm in no mood. D: (yes, i go according to my mood to do stuff and that's so wrong.)  and and and, my mom thinks that i'll drown. like excuse me? i think i won't get into the water. i'm not planning to get wet you know you know? and and and, i, for goodness sake, know how to swim! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'm still thinking. underwater world or volleyball D: shit la. i feel so crapped up. i spent my whole week trying to persuade him to go. and now, this. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="HOHUM!" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/BLOWMEAWAY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, pretty? :D i know, its a lil narcistic. (i forgot how to spell that word OK?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 182px" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/thinkCOURAGE0201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 182px" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/thinkCOURAGE01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. D: comment please. i never actually showed it to the class but nevertheless. i'm happy with what i did. cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px height="195px" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/absolutraspberri03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty bottle :D but dad refuses to open it D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px height="195px" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/gramaphone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHUM! this is what i call COOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px height="195px" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/pinkpinkpink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is pink. and pink is good. @chem lab YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i want frontpage.&lt;/b&gt; but i manage to survive w/o it for, um, i forgot when. i've got three blogskins to finish by may D: or rather, maybe, i'll do it in june, if they're ok with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, what the cow is wrong with going to sentosa? hello? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="13px"&gt;dumb gory mutilated cow pig donkey baboon sheep dog cat monkey. stupid.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114379000420037483?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114379000420037483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114379000420037483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114379000420037483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114379000420037483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/candy-empire.html' title='candy empire'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114364262259378725</id><published>2006-03-29T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:14.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS A NC16 BLOG POST (VULGARITIES)</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;YOU BLOODY FAG. STOP CALLING MY TEACHERS AND CHECKING WHERE I GO YOU FUCKER. can you fucking just let me do what i fucking want? you bloody motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, so what? i don't want to come home. i hate home? understand? get it? I &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;HATE&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt; HOME. get it? does your immensely thick skull/brain ever absorb any information anyone give you? fuck you. just leave me alone. you don't want me to fucking fail my fucking o levels just because you fucking don't want to lose face. period. you fuck ass. i wish i didn't have you as parents IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE  YOU FUCKED UP MOTHERFUCKER. &lt;FONT SIZE="15PX"&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in a bloody good mood when i came home. so good that i even automatically brought out my fucking e math to do ok? so i was happily doing my emath. until my fucking father called. and my fucking mother is complaining to my fucking motherfucker of a dad that i didn't do a single fuck today. hello? i did my e math. open you fucking eyes and LOOK. you two bloody fucked up arses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apprently my parents still are not aware that i am sick. how loving. they don't even notice that their daughter is having a bloody flu. they only care if she's passing her fucking tests or coming home early or not. they don't even bother if she's cutting or not, apprently. ah, fug.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, something else added to this kuku baboonish feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, seriously, &lt;b&gt;yesterday night was hell&lt;/b&gt;. i couldn't sleep. i turned off the laptop at about 0300 hours. tossed and turned in bed till 0445 hours. and then i finally fell asleep. and apprently i got woken at 0600 hours. SCHOOL D: bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, mister, don't haha me. just bcause of those three words, i slept at 0445. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, this place. misused, mistakes. too long, too late. who was i to make you wait? just one chance, just one breath, just in case there's just one left. 'cause you know, you, know, you know. &lt;b&gt;THAT I LOVE YOU, I HAVE LOVED YOU ALL ALONG, AND I MISS YOU.&lt;/B&gt; been far away for far too long. i keep dreaming you'll be with me, and you'll never go. stop breathing if i don't see you anymore. on my knees, i'll ask last chance for one last dance. 'cause with you, i'd withstand all of hell to hold your hand. i'd give it all i'd give for us. give anyting but i won't give up. 'cause you know, you know, you know. &lt;b&gt;THAT I LOVE YOU, I HAVE LOVED YOU ALL ALONG, AND I MISS YOU.&lt;/B&gt; been far away for far too long. i keep dreaming you'll be with me, and you'll never go. stop breathing if i don't see you anymore. so far away, been far away for far too long, so far away, been far away for far too long, but you know, you know, you know. i wanted, i wanted you to stay. 'cause i needed, i need to hear you say &lt;b&gt;THAT I LOVE YOU, I HAVE LOVED YOU ALL ALONG,&lt;/B&gt; and i forgive you, for being away for far too long. so keep breathing, 'cause i'm not leaving. &lt;b&gt;hold on to me and never let me go.&lt;/b&gt; [nickelback, far away]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114364262259378725?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114364262259378725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114364262259378725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114364262259378725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114364262259378725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-nc16-blog-post-vulgarities.html' title='THIS IS A NC16 BLOG POST (VULGARITIES)'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114359312187756409</id><published>2006-03-29T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:13.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fag of the fags</title><content type='html'>like wa. miss lim didn't come again, i guess. ohwell. louisa's sitting behind me. :D reading the chinese oral thingamajig. dang, she's so guai. D: must be like louisa. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, jst nw during flag raising, Gordon Goh called me out. ohwell. ITS ALL ABOUT THE CCA THINGAMAJIG. D: and i've got to get a cca. shit. nvm, the slackers cca would be a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello huanyuet, hello louisa. stop reading the chinese oral thing la XX:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and louisa says that i'm a sucker. ah, ohwell. yes, i do suck (lollipops and straws, of course). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick D: stupid nose &amp; stupid throat. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still upset about what happened yesterday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114359312187756409?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114359312187756409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114359312187756409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114359312187756409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114359312187756409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/fag-of-fags.html' title='the fag of the fags'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114357025821951204</id><published>2006-03-29T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:13.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amusing?</title><content type='html'>i just don't understand. i think i must have a label on my back saying "greatest jerk alive" or "most unsensitive person alive". ya. and the label should have a white background and striking big bold&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#c12267;"&gt;hot pink&lt;/span&gt; words. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, even if i don't have that label, i sure do feel like a jerk now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i was being &lt;s&gt;a tad&lt;/s&gt; too nosey. i mean HELLO?! any &lt;s&gt;idiot&lt;/s&gt; smarter person would have known better than to continue rating and prodding right? apprently i left my brains in the locker and all and started asking him why. &amp;bangs head on the floor&amp;amp; i could seriously die a hundred times over. &lt;b&gt;i'm guilty.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray hard that stuff you said wasn't refering to me. &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;just because i don't want it to be "&lt;i&gt;just another failed friendship&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess telepathy just doesn't work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm putting it on hold,&lt;br /&gt;tell myself that you're not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114357025821951204?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114357025821951204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114357025821951204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114357025821951204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114357025821951204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/amusing.html' title='amusing?'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114353815024911927</id><published>2006-03-28T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:13.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want/need streps. who wants to buy a box for me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, had school (ya, duh). was supposed to have some comprehension timed practice after school. but ms lim didn't come. she always doesn't seem to come on tuesdays. but ohwell. mr too came in. yes, i know, funny name. whatever. did the test. was discussing the test. so basically, you can't call it a test. gee, what am i talking about? but ya. a very dumb passage anyway. "soft, feeble organisms" were supposed to be humans. -,- but ya. haven't finished the summary yet. so i think ima gna do it later. say half an hour later? and we've got phy test tmr.  D: static electricity plus electricity blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and JT! i DIDN'T HAVE A MATH TEST TODAY. made me panic ytd night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school, went to tm. ha. lilian is super duper cute la. esp when she tells her stories. :D haha. we were sitting in ther dad's car and she was telling us stories. haha. ohwell. then went to tm. i was like a hundred watt light bulb. but ya the two of them look so cute tgt. i'm happy for her :D yup. then i wanted to go back to school but in the end i didn't cos someone didn't contact me, apprently. so i came HOME. D: i'm hungry. ah, when am i not anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah. i'm super duper bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electrostatics is the study of charges that are not moving. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's so blurry, and everyone's so fake, and everybody's empty, and everything is so messed up, preoccupied without you, i cannot live at all, my whole world surrounds you, i stumbled and i crawl, you could be my someone, you could be my scene, you know that i'll protect you from all of the obscene, i wonder what you're doing, imagine where you are, there's oceans in between us, and that's not very far. can you take it all away, can you take it all away, when you shoved it in my face, this pain you gave to me, can you take it all away, can you take it all away, when you shoved it in my face. everyone is changing, there's no one left that's real, so make up your own ending, and let me know just how you feel, cause i am lost without you, i cannot live at all, my whole world surrounds you, i stumbled and i crawl, you could be my someone, you could be my scene, you know that i will save you, from all of the unclean, i wonder what you're doing, i wonder where you are, there's oceans in between us, but that's not very far. can you take it all away, can you take it all away, when you shoved it in my face, this pain you gave to me, can you take it all away, can you take it all away, when you shoved it in my face, this pain you gave to me. oh nobody told me what you thought, nobody told me what to say, everyone showed you where to turn, told you when to run away, nobody told you where to hide, nobody told you what to say, everyone showed you where to turn, showed you when to run away. can you take it all away, can you take it all away, when you shoved it in my face, this pain you gave to me, can you take it all away, can you take it all away, when you shoved it in my face, this pain you gave to me. no, this pain you gave to me. can you take it all, take it all away, this pain you gave to me, take it all away, this pain you gave to me, take it all away, this pain you gave to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114353815024911927?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114353815024911927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114353815024911927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114353815024911927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114353815024911927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wantneed-streps.html' title=''/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114345906883764058</id><published>2006-03-27T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:12.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;gags&amp;</title><content type='html'>ah, fine. darling, you better GO WITH ME D: or i'll go strangle the drug. hah. x:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm so upset i could die now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114345906883764058?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114345906883764058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114345906883764058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114345906883764058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114345906883764058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/gags.html' title='&amp;gags&amp;'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114345849751665966</id><published>2006-03-27T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:12.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROWN RICE SUCKS</title><content type='html'>haha, the title was so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU WAS ROCKING HOT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technically speaking, it was hot and we rocked. so ya. haha, but it all sounds so wrong in the end. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there at around 5+ i guess. :D met sujuen :D hurah! HURAH! was um, apprehensive. haha. just because i didn't know anyone there. but ohwell, :D still had fun there with the games and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS HELL! literally. everyone was kind of opening up. and the lessons started. haha. brent was telling us how he fell into the sewage tank. HA-HA! no, serious. haha. then the punisher came out somewhere in the programe. that thingamajig water gun DDD: ah, then dance. :D yay! yay! yay! put your hands up and shake 'em in the air! :D then we had this cute thingamajig where we were like supposed to lift someone up into the air you know you know with eight fingers. i mean four people using two fingers each. ah, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mark came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it basically ended with board-breaking and alot alot alot alot alot of dancing and hugs and all. and of course the visualisation where i was stoning and all. yes, that was the time i stoned. not the third day OK JIA HAN!? and i almst collasped. couldn't stand straight! D: hahahah. and of course, cheering. :D and &lt;s&gt;sweat&lt;/s&gt; perspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah shucks. i totally forgot. all i know is that we had alot alot alot alot of fun. and of course, i was the stupid lamb who banged into the gate and died. -,- but thankfully, i came back as some angel lame lamb. o,o ohwell. then had visualisation again. haha, i cried like &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;hell&lt;/s&gt; crap. haha. then i had no tissue, until i-dont-know-who-cos-i-couldn't-see-cos-it-was-all-dark-and-stuff came and gave me a piece of tissue. thank you whoever you are. :D ohwell. everyone was high and enthusiastic by today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well yea, i screamed my voice away. and before the group performance, i finished two bottles of water. thank you jia han for taking the water for me :D then basically! i had alot of fun. and ya, i've got like short-termed memory. so i can't recall much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. D: and i think i was like some demented mad woman escapee from the Institute of Mental Health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few equations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font-size="15px"&gt; RYAN + BRENT + DALE = FUN&amp;LAUGHTER!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATS + DOGS + MONKEYS + BEARS + FROGS + COWS + LAMBS + MOCKINGBIRDS + HORSES = ANIMAL ASTRONAUTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMAL ASTRONAUTS + ASSISTS = FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell today was whacky. did alot during p.e. our flower formations :D yay! 4CR girls rock like anything :D yay! had chinese test in the morning. hello?! i was like sleeping when she came in so ya. wasn't really awake when i did the test. then halfway, derrick came in and the class started to laugh. O,O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ss lecture was dumb. ohwell, pe. recess. ah, boring. i totally forgot what i did during recess. then what else did i do for the day? oh, i didn't listen during e hist. then had i forgot what lesson. ahyes, cme. apprently i was reading my book. then lunch. we dissed counsillors again. duh. anw, i can't spell that word. then had emath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moon's pinky wore pink. truly pinky today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what was on with all the ghost stories and all but seriously, stupid people do exist. people like mr too. driping water on the fan equals ghost. ohwell. psychological stuff. :D bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myheritage.com is screwed. the first picture i tried, it said i look like luis figo. then the next, ayumi hamasaki. then anita mui. what the hell!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang! i'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms from talking to the bangla brokeback drug. don't ask me why i call him that. ohwell. &lt;b&gt;I MISS HIM!&lt;/b&gt; not that i don't see him, but we don't talk! DDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so kiss me and smile for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me that you'll wait for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold me like you'll never let me go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114345849751665966?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114345849751665966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114345849751665966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114345849751665966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114345849751665966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/brown-rice-sucks.html' title='BROWN RICE SUCKS'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114319149369816096</id><published>2006-03-24T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:12.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>like whatever, this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when my jeans are dropping D:&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i get angry. D:&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when drug doesn't reply my messages. D:&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i don't have carrot juice. D:&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you say its nothing. D:&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when its chinese or amath. D:&lt;br /&gt;i hate mondays. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't do differentiation questions. i hate them D: nor can i do log questions. nor redox. nor electricity. nor anything. D: so would you be a sweetie and teach me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love God :D&lt;br /&gt;i love saturdays :D&lt;br /&gt;i love service :D&lt;br /&gt;i love y-hope :D&lt;br /&gt;i love east B :D&lt;br /&gt;i love my shepherd :D&lt;br /&gt;i love huanyuet :D&lt;br /&gt;i love shar :D&lt;br /&gt;i love jasmine :D&lt;br /&gt;i love louisa :D&lt;br /&gt;i love lilian :D&lt;br /&gt;i love jiaying :D&lt;br /&gt;i love jane :D&lt;br /&gt;i love ice cream :D&lt;br /&gt;i love whipped cream :D&lt;br /&gt;i love my laptop :D&lt;br /&gt;i love my room :D&lt;br /&gt;i love my fish :D&lt;br /&gt;i love sunrises :D&lt;br /&gt;i love sunsets :D&lt;br /&gt;i love carrot juice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, EU later. or rather, i think i'm gna be late. ohwell. it starts at 1730. and i'm still at home. D: ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114319149369816096?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114319149369816096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114319149369816096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114319149369816096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114319149369816096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114312029955943326</id><published>2006-03-23T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:11.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>haha, ytd night was hilarious. was messaging brokeback bangla drug. lol. yesyes, i know, long name. but heck, :D i missed talking to him. so i was like 'its midnight. you're sup to call and ask for timetable!' and he called. haha. :D &amp;dances&amp;amp; so fine la. and oui! don't whine la. you don't know how to whine. you've got to take whining lessons from me and i'll give you a licence to whine, only then you can whine ok? :D anw, sorry for depriving you of sleep D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, had a great day. i finally appreciate the art of sleeping in class :D hurah! so ya. slept&lt;br /&gt;through chinese. yes, then kind of monotonous. except for ss. haha. ss is so interesting. :D ohwell. bleh. then after school slack in class. i wanted to see something. xx: so dumb. but ya, didn't manage to see it. so ya. went off with hy to parkway, again. but ohwell. fun! :D had lunch, headed twrds lib. i studied three pages and went off for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND I SLEPT DURING TUITION AGAIN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to 2 karikal lane! :D hurah! :D dad said he wanted to go for PTC so fine. i couldn't make him change his mind. so i shut up and took photos of everything. and i found absolut raspberri. ha! ha! not that i drink recently but ya. the bottle is nicer than apeach's :D then just before we left, dad spilled prune juice on his laptop. dumb butt! then had to dry everything and wipe and clean everything before we leave. so ya. fine. by the time we got to school, chee lin was alrdy ranting in the audi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met cat, said hi.&lt;br /&gt;met shiwei, said hi, asked about evex. &lt;b&gt;three converts! thank God!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met mrs long, said hi.&lt;br /&gt;met mr soon, said hi.&lt;br /&gt;met chester, said hi.&lt;br /&gt;met foong, said hi.&lt;br /&gt;saw grace fiddling with her mom's hair, giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was dumb. after lo's talk, WE WENT OFF. i wasted my time there. DDD: i'm sad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. all's well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to cen&lt;/b&gt;: fun fair! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to gav&lt;/b&gt;: chill about the whole projector&amp;NYP thingamajig. i don't think it'll be THAT serious. ya? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to anjel&lt;/b&gt;: AHH! YOU BETTER COME MAN! :D&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;so call me at midnight,&lt;br /&gt;and we shall talk till sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114312029955943326?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114312029955943326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114312029955943326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114312029955943326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114312029955943326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/d_23.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114303678095592309</id><published>2006-03-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:11.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;homework from shepherd: write down your strenghts and weaknesses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gna do that later. its P&amp;C (private and confidential).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;an alarm clock that never rings. says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;u are changing for urself. for god. not others&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should do that. for God, for myself, not others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number one. i need to improve my attitude twrds some stuff, some ppl and the things that happen. i always manage to piss people off. but the thing is that i realize that, but i don't put in any effort to change it. not that i don't want to. i jst can't be bothered about this aspect at the moment. but apprently its costing me alot. heh. too bad, its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number two. "&lt;em&gt;watch my words and action."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number three. shut up. when other talk bad, don't add fuel. kind of DUH right? but sometimes i just shoot my mouth off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number four. truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number five. be &lt;s&gt;yourself&lt;/s&gt; myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think number two's the most important one. so i shall start tmr. and i've got to put in a damned lot of effort. and lastly, i shall not swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114303678095592309?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114303678095592309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114303678095592309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114303678095592309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114303678095592309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/confession.html' title='CONFESSION'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114294115436118370</id><published>2006-03-21T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:11.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO RANDOM</title><content type='html'>:D pictures :D &amp;jumps about&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="cheeky :D" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/IMG_0029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjel&amp;chessia :D CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="S4L603" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/class.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like WOAH! i miss you guys!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="mdm tan! :D" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/IMG_0035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURAH! TAN ENG CHIU! :D yay! haha. so weird. she should start singing "i'm a little teapot". ok. she's not little but nevertheless! :D i think you see more of my correction fluid and my a math textbook! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 189px" alt="messy" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/IMG_0038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohum! i was never a neat person D: &amp;cries&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="&lt;3" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/INTOTHEMIRROR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurah! nice nice photo of nice nice me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, i'm watching a show about a demented woman. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i love blogging aye? D: i should stop wasting my time online. i shall go study. its finally the final year in chungcheng! yay! no more skull, no more lo chee lin! :D hurah! YAY! but i realy wna get into VJ. but the thing is that i don't have a shit cca. and apprently, getting into art club is NOT a choice for me. because i don't really think that i'll get any cca points. like cow la, why did i ever decide to drop out of band?! DDDDD: i'm so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114294115436118370?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114294115436118370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114294115436118370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114294115436118370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114294115436118370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-random.html' title='SO RANDOM'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114293545500682120</id><published>2006-03-21T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:10.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMY</title><content type='html'>did i mention that i skipped chinese oral today? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114293545500682120?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114293545500682120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114293545500682120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114293545500682120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114293545500682120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/ohmy.html' title='OHMY'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114293421362964672</id><published>2006-03-21T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:10.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUGGER</title><content type='html'>fine. so this morning i woke up and read all the messages i got yesterday night. not so nices ones. two from mark and one frm gavin. so fine. i replied both. then i turned on my zen and started listening to it. then mom came in moved my zen. then it dropped onto the floor. like sweet, its now broken. as in spoilt. it can't even start up. so i was left music-less for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was downright boring. D: i even forgot what was taught the whole day. but anw, i managed to get my paper ball in. chop ok? :D &amp;cheers&amp;amp; but the rest of the day was boring. e hist lecture, chinese, a math, english, pc. damned la. DD: nothing exciting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to parkway with huanyuet. ate beef noodle :D yay! but the noodle made me feel funny. ha. in the bad way, duh. so ya. she ate the noodles. anw, go get the pliers girl. xx: then i went over to dad's office/home. ya. then went to fetch mom &amp; bro from bedok. that sucker didn't have school today D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i asked dad if he could bring me to jurong to fix my zen, he said,"&lt;b&gt;no, i'm not going to bring you there. not because i don't have the time to, i want you to learn a lesson&lt;/b&gt;" like hello? my fault that i left it on the table and it dropped right? -,- hello? my zen wanted to committ suicide (shucks its just like its owner). and i couldn't stop it in time. so YA. D: and the worst thing is that he said that i can't go. like duh! i don't get to go anywhere. except for saturdays when i go for service, then i have to go home at 630pm. which is practically dumb. they don't even bring me out la. so i'm practically stuck at home unless i sneak out after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, thank God i didn't say the thank you speech. i would have to go repent a hundred times over. you know what? they saw the cuts on my wrists. but they didn't even utter a word about it. they didn't even ask what happened. any normal sane parent(s) would ask their kid what happened, &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;? its just so pathetic. like excuse me? i don't consider THAT love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, lets go study people! :D :D :D gavin's idea. hahahah. just because he wants to see *censored* HA! HA! -,- but yala. people frm my dearest most precious class, LETS GO STUDY! like every sunday? :D nono, crazy. sunday's like play day. xxx: haha, study la ok? dang, i'm talking to myself. that's BAD. D: but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lts go out for a class &lt;s&gt;gathering&lt;/s&gt; outing, SHALL WE? :DDDDDDDDD contact not me, but gavin. i'm sick of organizing. i seem to always fail. DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLASS S4L603 ROCKS! :D&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp;clap clap clap&amp; :D i love my pretty ladies! and um, handsome guys? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now slide along side, yeah baby, thts right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;im gna show yu the time of yor life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114293421362964672?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114293421362964672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114293421362964672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114293421362964672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114293421362964672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/bugger.html' title='BUGGER'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114285720245518100</id><published>2006-03-20T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:10.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was just a gut feeling</title><content type='html'>you didn't have to so hostile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of school was a tad weird. yes. plus the fact that there's no need to go for class on sundays anymore, ya. i feel so so out of place D: dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i was trying to make fun of cen this mrng. or rather ytd night. but in the end, it backfired. and i had to bribe her by buying her funfair tickets. ah, here she comes. she's online :D hahah. bleh bleh bleh. D: but ya, funfair. sounds so cute. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, cen, &lt;b&gt;don't tell!&lt;/b&gt; and yesyes, i know who's she alrdy! :D hurah! i saw her blog xxx:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. huanyuet, i hope you come to school tomorrow. i guess we're gna have four tables to ourselves. HURAH! and i've got sweets for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i just don't get it why sometimes you people are just so weird. or am i the weird one?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114285720245518100?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114285720245518100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114285720245518100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114285720245518100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114285720245518100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-was-just-gut-feeling.html' title='it was just a gut feeling'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114277236457501181</id><published>2006-03-19T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:09.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pool, aye?</title><content type='html'>like WOAH! the course's ended. i'm sad. D: i'm very sad.  D: i'll miss everyone!! &amp;pouts&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in any case, aye. DANG! I MISS YOU ALL!!!!!!!!! esp you and you and you and you and you ahaha. ok. everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there, was kind of high. :DDD hurah! settled in alrdy, then in the end, we had to change classes again. and chryl said it was cause of mark. like huh? but ya. whatever. i was super clueless and blur and sleepy. hahahahah. then when we changed classes, i sat with anjel :D hurah! thn we crapped. then we kept talking and talking and talking -,- but it was fun. ah! :D non? haha. i LOVE i LOVE i LOVE all of you :D i think i'll miss the &lt;b&gt;toilet&lt;/b&gt; too. D: and the hand dryer D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. dang. all i can think of is "dang, when can i see them again?!" D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CYNTHIA:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;anjel, sarah, christine, faus&lt;/b&gt;: xie xie ni men for your concern. i'm alright alrdy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHUM! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG! i've go so so so much thingamajig's to say D: never mind. i'll sort out my thoughts then i'll blog tmr mrng at 4 am :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114277236457501181?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114277236457501181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114277236457501181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114277236457501181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114277236457501181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/pool-aye.html' title='pool, aye?'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114270863798946567</id><published>2006-03-19T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:09.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th time i'm blogging at a stretch</title><content type='html'>and i'm blogging just to not fall alseep. do you all know that binomial expressions are BORING? :D i hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell i just thought of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my priorities should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;01&lt;/b&gt;) &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;02&lt;/b&gt;) family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03&lt;/b&gt;) studies? + cca (i actually had one-,-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;04&lt;/b&gt;) friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are currently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01) friends&lt;br /&gt;02) play time&lt;br /&gt;03) blogging&lt;br /&gt;04) being a photo whore&lt;br /&gt;05) family&lt;br /&gt;06) God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. there IS a need to change my priorities now. ohwell. God is currently first in my life :D hurah! :D :D :D :D :D &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think at the moment, sleep needs to be second on the list. DD: but i'm so reluctant to go sleep. hahahahah. but i really need sleep its 0301. but i don't want to! D: how about my a math? what's gna happen to it when i sleep? i needa take care of it! i needa give it its supper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i lost it's milk bottle. -panics-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114270863798946567?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114270863798946567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114270863798946567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114270863798946567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114270863798946567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/6th-time-im-blogging-at-stretch.html' title='6th time i&apos;m blogging at a stretch'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114269943985112896</id><published>2006-03-19T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:09.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitterness-</title><content type='html'>i've just started on a crying jag all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;dear God, i pray that everything would be ok after this crying jag. Lord, take it all away from me. my bitterness, my sorrow. i pray that when i wake tomorrow, it would be a brand new day and a brand new start. and everything i read, seen, heard today would fade away or at least be stored somewhere where i can't reach them. Lord, You said that You would never forsake me and You never did. thank You for the wonderful days that You've made. thank You for the wonderful friends You gave me. after all You've done for me, i'm committing myself unto Your hands. in Jesus' name i pray, &lt;b&gt;AMEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not let you ruin my life/day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then again, i'm happy. &lt;s&gt;:D&lt;/s&gt; but not THAT happy yet. so i'll just go T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. anw, i'm so proud of myself. i wanted to &lt;b&gt;LIE&lt;/b&gt; to mom and tell her that there's some briefing on after service. then i sent this message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"mama, i gt sme briefg ltr. i promise i'll be back at 9.30. if nt nxt wk you ground me. and i have to stay at home and do my ten year series. ok? please please."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya, that was how desperate i was to stay out and not go home. that was why i threw i fit. x: i told yuqian to help me lie. i know, my bad. then in the end, she was saying "chessia, i think you should tell your mom the truth." i got all jittery and stuff. XXXXXXX: yup. i was like "crap if i told her that i lied, she'd definately KILL me". but in the end, after service, i texted her saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"actually i lied because i wanted to stay for dinner."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, she didn't call me to scream into my ears. so ya. phew. haha. i almost continued that lie. but i didn't :D i told the &lt;b&gt;truth&lt;/b&gt;. so ya. i'm happy that i told the truth :D i should tell the truth more often. haha. then i'd be happier. but apprently, i can't tell my mom that i'm still up at 1am blogging. she'll throw my laptop away. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful passage :D yay! love! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;_________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry. its 0200 :D hurah! i'm gna sleep in class tmr. i'm sure chryl won't mind :D shit. my mood swings like the swing. you know. now i know why they call it mood swing. ha. -,- 0220 hours now. D: time passes so so slowly. when you're online in the middle of the night or rather early early early morning with nothing to do. its sad you know? ok. i've found something to do. my amath. so ya. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114269943985112896?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114269943985112896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114269943985112896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114269943985112896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114269943985112896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/bitterness.html' title='bitterness-'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114269835506722742</id><published>2006-03-19T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:08.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARLYN!</title><content type='html'>haha. shar, a post JUST FOR YOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, today when i got off at aljunid, i saw shar and qin. and yes. pretty shar was in a pretty top and a pretty skirt. aye! you don't get to see shar in nice nice clothes often! so dang! i should've gotten a picture! D: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you shar! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114269835506722742?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114269835506722742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114269835506722742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114269835506722742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114269835506722742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/sharlyn.html' title='SHARLYN!'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114268921450552298</id><published>2006-03-18T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:08.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="MILK MAKES YOU STRONG :D" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/MILKGIVESYOUSTRONGBONEScopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 190px" alt="BONNIE&amp;CLYDE!" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/BONNIECLYDE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say YAY! YAY! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 143px" alt="BEEF!" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/THEBEEFANDI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ some hotel at changi. i forgot the name. but the place is pretty! :D yup. and the beef is superb. hurah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so the photo-whore isn't much of a photo-whore anymore. D: i rarely take photos nowadays. D: so ya, no photos from the photo-whore. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang! i have the urge to prod someone/something. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114268921450552298?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114268921450552298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114268921450552298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114268921450552298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114268921450552298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-say-yay-yay-yay-some-hotel-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114268653621218694</id><published>2006-03-18T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:08.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVALON- TESTIFY TO LOVE</title><content type='html'>all the colors of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;all the voices of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;every dream that reaches out,&lt;br /&gt;that reaches out to find where love begins;&lt;br /&gt;every word of every story,&lt;br /&gt;every star in every sky,&lt;br /&gt;every corner of creation lives to testify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for as long as i shall live,&lt;br /&gt;i will testify to love.&lt;br /&gt;i'll a witness int he silences&lt;br /&gt;when words are not enough&lt;br /&gt;with every breath i take,&lt;br /&gt;i will give thanks to God above&lt;br /&gt;for as long as i shall live,&lt;br /&gt;i will testify to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the mountains to the valleys,&lt;br /&gt;from the rivers to the sea;&lt;br /&gt;every hand that reaches out,&lt;br /&gt;every hand that reaches out to offer peace;&lt;br /&gt;every simple act of mercy,&lt;br /&gt;every step to kingdom come;&lt;br /&gt;all the hope in every heart will speak what love has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for as long as i shall live,&lt;br /&gt;i will testify to love.&lt;br /&gt;i'll a witness int he silences&lt;br /&gt;when words are not enough&lt;br /&gt;with every breath i take,&lt;br /&gt;i will give thanks to God abovefor as long as i shall live,&lt;br /&gt;i will testify to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colors of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;voices of the wind&lt;br /&gt;dream that reaches out where love begins&lt;br /&gt;word of every story&lt;br /&gt;star in every sky&lt;br /&gt;corner of creation testify&lt;br /&gt;mountains to the valleys&lt;br /&gt;rivers to the sea&lt;br /&gt;hand that reaches out to offer peace&lt;br /&gt;simple act of mercy&lt;br /&gt;step to kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;every heart will speak&lt;br /&gt;of what loe has done&lt;br /&gt;colors of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;voices of the wind&lt;br /&gt;dream that reaches out where love begins&lt;br /&gt;word of every story&lt;br /&gt;star in every sky&lt;br /&gt;corner of creation testify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;testify your love&lt;br /&gt;testify your truth&lt;br /&gt;testify your life&lt;br /&gt;your love and mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114268653621218694?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114268653621218694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114268653621218694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114268653621218694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114268653621218694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/avalon-testify-to-love.html' title='AVALON- TESTIFY TO LOVE'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114268547824251648</id><published>2006-03-18T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:08.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURATE ME</title><content type='html'>oh gee. i feel so WOW-ed. :D i'm finally back in His arms. :D yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually was contemplating not going for service. but nigel was like GO LA. so ya.  ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that cold in the room actually. (: ok. maybe it's only today. ahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met nigel at somerset :D hahaha. went to wisma to buy huanyuet's cookies. then went to taka to buy nigel's food. then went to paragon to buy jonathan teo's cookie. haha. then went to get sashimi :D then went to starhub to eat. then mr teo said he'd be late. and he asked me to wait for him and be late tgt. and guess what? he went to sit with bingliang. so ya. D: hahaha. xx: but can't blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service was exhilarating :D -claps- :D yay! supernatural. haha. HOHUM. yes. &lt;b&gt;SATURATE ME&lt;/b&gt; hurah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i think i was super duper bad to him and nigel. after service. it was bad. D: i walked damned fast. and the two of them were trying to catch up with me. and when they finally caught up with me, i completely ignored nigel. D: ya. funnily, jteo didn't even say a thing. but ya. because i gave him the eye. ya. shiet. i keep giving people the eye. D: i'm bad. i'm mean. then i cried. yes. in the middle of orchard road. D: ya i was looking like a fool. but that wasn't the point. heh. the point is that i was super duper mean to mr seah and mr teo. T: &lt;b&gt;sorry guys&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached ps. met my darling and jer. ya. then they were stoning. so i went in. which was kind of T: then we all went to eat. and the stupidest thing was that. everytime jt leaves, i would take a few mins to register that i have to get going too. then i'll call him to wait for me. i'm such a blur piece of &lt;s&gt;wood&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;metal&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;plastic&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;liquid&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;gas&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;slime&lt;/s&gt; GOO! :D i'm a piece of blur green goo. HA HA! -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ya. i feel damned bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i took a train to aljunid with jteo. ohwell. he looks better when he smiles. so mr teo please smile more often will ya? :D then i went to buy dinner with father and came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i opened my fridge&lt;br /&gt;i saw something&lt;br /&gt;i thought,"&lt;b&gt;damned! i forgot to bring the baby food for jteo!&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya it was meant as a joke but ya. i keep forgetting to bring it. so ya. i think i'll finish it sooner or later. D: ha. which means that i'm getting fatter :D HOHUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hurah! mr xxx is nice :D yay! mr xxx is hot. so don't agrue with me :DDDD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously babe, i like him. *points at mr xxx* i'm not trying to vie with her. i don't want EVERY guy she wants. no babe, i seriously like mr xxx. T: and i'm seriously serious about being serious. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114268547824251648?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114268547824251648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114268547824251648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114268547824251648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114268547824251648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/saturate-me.html' title='SATURATE ME'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114262816642108768</id><published>2006-03-18T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:07.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>406hours</title><content type='html'>its morning, so ya, good morning yall. cheers! get drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? i don't really get drunk. i just get super duper cooked-prawn-ish and a bad headache. and of course, not forgetting, the hangover the next day. that's all i get. i never get all jibberish and all crap. i am so awake and clear. :D HOHUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its late and you're prolly thinking what the fug is this slut doing up so late? apprently i'm an owl. yes. more of an owl than all of you :D i guess. okok, maybe i'm not the only one. &lt;a href="http://red-devilz.blogspot.com"&gt;yixiang&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com"&gt;cindy&lt;/a&gt; and taiyou and jing and shane and shiliang and two sleepy heads, namely jteo and sang. yes. ohwell. that's eight out of my two hundred contacts. but then again, i don't talk to all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stretches- its 417hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still not tired. i'm so going to conk out during math tuition tomorrow. D: than mr tan would go,' what were you doing yesterday night?' -,- and i'll have to think of some dumb lame answer. i aim to make the class laugh tomorrow. just like i always do. &amp;jumps up and down&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a mad monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you must be thinking that i'm glad that i know that i am one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i was just thinking about what babe said about martians and their dick shrinking condoms. hahaha. if they really work then, &amp;cough&amp;amp;. :D yay! but about the world domination part, i'm a little unsure. hahah. but i don't really get why i'm unsure. so let's just not talk about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anw, my aim is to shag someone before 17. HA-HA! xxx: &lt;/b&gt;lol. yes. we were talking about tt ytd. xx:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohGod, i've got 535 tracks in my zen. its gna take me &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;YEARS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; (ok that was too exaggerated) &lt;b&gt;DAYS&lt;/b&gt; to finish re-naming it all. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya, have i told you that i think that MOS is damned pretty? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shit. babe, went to zouk that day. hahah. i wonder how she got in xxxx:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohgee. 432hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind. i think i'll sleep at around um, lets see, 5? :D yup. then i'll have approximately um, three hours of sleep. i think that's enough. i'm not going to do much for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have four things on my agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01) tuition&lt;br /&gt;02) service&lt;br /&gt;03) go buy the ear rings that i've been eyeing for ages&lt;br /&gt;*04) pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*optional :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, i won't want to go play pool with Mister anymore. he trashes me without any effort. D: -stiffles a yawn- but ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY MAMA COW CRAP! i've got to tiptoe out there and put the laptop back D: ohshucks. i'm not in a mood to do stuff discretely now you KNOW? blehblehbleh D: but NO WAY am i gna let mom know that i smuggled the laptop into my room at 1a.m right? sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like some mad&lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt;woman. on the loose. someone, catch me and put me back to where i belong aye? the asylum or the zoo. ok? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm demented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114262816642108768?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114262816642108768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114262816642108768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114262816642108768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114262816642108768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/406hours.html' title='406hours'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114261996189180776</id><published>2006-03-18T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:07.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like a fool</title><content type='html'>everytime i see you falling,&lt;br /&gt;i get down on my knees and pray.&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for that final moment,&lt;br /&gt;you say the words that i can't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. fine, i shall blog about gavin's kindness. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gavin is a nice boy who is very kind. :D but gavin shall not tell anyone about the conversation we had today with anjelina. :DDD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. gavin you shit-head. you tell me that you feel someone behind you, now i'm feeling the same thing too. you kuku baboon cow. DD: die die die. shit you gavin, you're freaking me out the way i'm freaking you out. gavin, you suck. lunch is not on my anymore D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh bleh bleh. i am freaked out D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. i'm waiting for 4a.m to go sleep D: then i'll sleep in service tmr. confirmed. cos i'm so not going to sleep tonight D: ohwel. i miss him D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114261996189180776?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114261996189180776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114261996189180776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114261996189180776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114261996189180776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-like-fool.html' title='i feel like a fool'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114261515207962576</id><published>2006-03-18T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:06.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its getting late</title><content type='html'>its getting late and i'm still up,&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;just because i'm still lying down here thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;thinking of how it could have been.&lt;br /&gt;if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEWW. THAT PICUTRE IS SO NOT JONATHAN TEO LAAA! DDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb butt cow. DD: hahah. nope, jo, not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling like crapped up shiet now. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjel is nice :D hurah!&lt;br /&gt;so is efa! :D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;so is gavin who lives in gavin-land and thinks gavin-thoughts. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my late night owls. :D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah shit ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f87a17;"&gt;i really wna run away from home. would you be so nice as to let me stay at yor house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f63817;"&gt;oh my. why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f87a17;"&gt;my fag parents are a bloody pain in the arse. those blooldy fags won't let me out tomorrow. fuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f63817;"&gt;but why... you did do your work ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f87a17;"&gt;precisely!! that's what i was telling them. they say do revision. what the fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f63817;"&gt;for your own good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f87a17;"&gt;but i always don't get to go out! wa fag ass. they want me to be a hermit. -click click- ooh, that were my claws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. dumb la. i hate it when i can't go out. damned. tmr mrng. which is practicaly later, i'd be spending three whole hours in the freezer having math tuition D: but ya. D: suck la. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, or rather this morning, i'd love to have a nice little talk with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114261515207962576?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114261515207962576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114261515207962576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114261515207962576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114261515207962576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-getting-late.html' title='its getting late'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114259281221241810</id><published>2006-03-17T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:06.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>97' Bonnie &amp; Clyde</title><content type='html'>what the hell? this computer in my dad's office is totally screwed up D: ya. fine. D: i'm upset with it. it doesn't let me view my tagboard. fine. the worst thing is that i can't view *censored*'s blog D: sad. ohwell. DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank God. i managed to get my dog to go back into his room :D HOORAH! :D he was running about and jumping about and pouncing on inanimate objects. damned. he's some kind of dog. hahah. i'd rather have some smaller dog instead of a husky. ahahahahaha. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to justina&lt;/b&gt;. aiyah! you ah! c'mon, he's &lt;b&gt;HOT&lt;/b&gt; stuff ok? :D yay! at least give him a &lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt; LA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to babe&lt;/b&gt;. ahh, use protection! use protection! ahahaha. i haven't got your condoms yet. don't worry. i'll get them asap. :@ and yes, babe, i do want the best of both worlds. lets try to find a way to merge both of them tgt shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. i needa go get bananas for babe. so that she can stick one between her legs. hahahaha. but when she goes to the zoo to visit the monkeys and the baboon with his red hot ass, she'll lose her banana. D: sad. then i'll have to get her another banana. damned it. it all sounds so crude. aha. ok, i AM crude at times. like last night when i was messaging her. AHA. she was making me make a decision. ok. not that she was forcing me but, indeed i HAVE to make a decision. ohwell. but both are damned nice la. i mean *censored* would be super duper fun to crap and hang with. and *censored* would be nice to &lt;s&gt;make out&lt;/s&gt; hang outwith AHA :@ oops. i said nothing. i said nothing. i said nothing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, web pages load slow on this computer D: bad bad computer. aha. dang la, dang la. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, my darling MC babes and not-so-hunks, lets go for lunch tgt on sunday. don't run away AYE?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh bleh bleh. i just realized that i got cut while trying to shove merc back into his room D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. i'm feeling hot. the damned weather is so hot. D: and i'm not bothered to go turn the air con on. lazy ma. ohwel ohwel ohwel. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so random today. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MR X IS HOT! YAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114259281221241810?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114259281221241810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114259281221241810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114259281221241810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114259281221241810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/97-bonnie-clyde.html' title='97&apos; Bonnie &amp; Clyde'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114251764405155200</id><published>2006-03-16T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:06.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stan T:</title><content type='html'>my tea's gne cold, im wonderin' why i got out of bed at al&lt;br /&gt;the morng rain clouds up my window and i cnt see at al&lt;br /&gt;and evn if i cld it'd be all grey with yor picture on my wal&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me tt its nt so bad, &lt;b&gt;its nt so bad at al&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohGod. 97' bonnie &amp; clyde is a super duper cute song :D and its dumb too :D HOORAH! my bro was like -,- when he heard it. HA! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114251764405155200?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114251764405155200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114251764405155200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114251764405155200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114251764405155200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/stan-t.html' title='stan T:'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114251158192808962</id><published>2006-03-16T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:05.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT BOY/ THAT MAN</title><content type='html'>ah, i want that boy. he's like so nice. ok. there're a few short comings though. he's super dao D: cries. but we share a common interest YAY! :D cheers! i feel like some ling-a-ding-dong. ha. fetish for not so talktative people who plays soccer and wears pink. :D HA! HA! stupid ey? i think every guy does that? ah. jibberish crap :D but ahhhh! he's so so so so hot!!! xxx: oops. but AYE!, he's super duper into this particular girl i know. AHA! &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;and the worst thing is that i'm encouraging him every day and i even helped in start conversation !!xxx:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE A COMPLETE SHIT HEAD. DDDDDDDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="206" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/THEMAN04.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I'M A WHIPPED CREAM EATER :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114251158192808962?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114251158192808962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114251158192808962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114251158192808962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114251158192808962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/that-boy-that-man.html' title='THAT BOY/ THAT MAN'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114250280826951575</id><published>2006-03-16T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:05.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHAD THAI</title><content type='html'>haha, i'm trying to cook today. :D and while my noodles are soaking in the boiling water, i shall come to blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so guess what i did just now? i put my stupid apeach into my snapple and cranberry, raspberry and strawberry tea. and it sucked big time. so ya. basically, don't play with it D: and my bro was like "jie, why is your face so red?" my mom was like "ya. how come your face so red ah?" UHOH. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried like a water tap this morning. D: super stupid crappy sheit happened. D: ya. precisely. all because i woke up late. D: if i didn't wake up late, my mom wouldn't have to call her to ask about tday's arrangements but she was having tuition, so my mom decided to call her house. then her sis picked the phone up and passed it to her mother. then hallejuah. -,- everything turned sour. so ya. i was pissed with my mother. and upset that after spending &lt;b&gt;THE WHOLE MORNING DOING MY GEOG (NO, I DIDN'T EVEN SLEEP!)&lt;/b&gt; i don't get to go out. so ya. i made a big fuss. then i called my babe. thank God for her. :D I LOVE YOU GIRL! (: so ya. i called mr x to see if he wantd to go play pool. he said another day. i cried harder. HA! HA! really. i wanted so badly to go out that i wailed. haha. to babe, duh, not anyone else. &gt;,&lt; ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am stuck at home until tmr when i go for tuition. D: but thank God saturday, i'm going for service. i give yall my word. skin me, fine me, if i don't go. okok? &gt;,&lt; HOHUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then father called. i whined. HA! HA! so dumb, i mean i always whine to him. then in the end, i'd get my way. but today, its a different story. i mean, i didn't get to go out. D: but i managed to get him to buy me another t-shirt. or should i get another pair of jeans since momy's always complaining that my jeans &lt;b&gt;look like they're about to drop&lt;/b&gt;. 0,0 HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so being the nice girl that i am, i started on my ss again. i finished another essay :D YAY!  so apprently, i've done everything except amath. D: yuck. yuck. and i miss the gay. the gay went for camp D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss crapping with babe. D: ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn i'm dead tired. very very tired. super duper tired. i wna play a dumb crap game D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114250280826951575?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114250280826951575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114250280826951575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114250280826951575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114250280826951575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/phad-thai.html' title='PHAD THAI'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114244791767255671</id><published>2006-03-16T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:05.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>its currently 222hours of the 16th of March 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah. its so early. i don't think that i need to sleep at all. most prolly i'll finish up this post and play maple (yes, i know passe) until my com decides to black out/die/crash on me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e41b17;"&gt;wei! you kuku bird brained addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#307d7e;"&gt;*yawn* was waiting for the f u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yesyes, i know i swear alot, but you don't have to rub it do you? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e41b17;"&gt;sory, i dnt want to. even if i did, im underaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yesyes, i know i'm crappy. but i'm not horny -,-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#307d7e;"&gt;I dint mean it literally la.. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e41b17;"&gt;duh! haha. im bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#307d7e;"&gt;Yes i noticed.. You've mentioned it for like the 50th time now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e41b17;"&gt;less thn 50 kay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i feel like a bimbo when i talk to him. -,- and that's not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, why do i love blogging so much? you tell me man! tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! he finally decides to go offline and sleep :D hoorah! GOOD! :D YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 140px" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/IMG_1773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so random. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my camera! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 John 4:16&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we know and rely on the love Go has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hebrews 13:5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said,&lt;br /&gt;                   "&lt;b&gt;Never will I leave you,&lt;br /&gt;                     never will I forsake you.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just "found" my bible again. i'm guilty. i've not been gg for ss nor caregrp. nor have i been reading the bible. shucks, i feel so far from Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114244791767255671?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114244791767255671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114244791767255671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114244791767255671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114244791767255671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/d_16.html' title='D:'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114244539365375239</id><published>2006-03-16T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:05.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND GREEN IS A NICE COLOR :D</title><content type='html'>so you shall not say that this blog looks like someone elses blog just bcause it has green in it D: HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. didn't have crappy conversations to perk me up today. AH, i need a crappy conversation! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e41b17;"&gt;"WHAT? anw,  *&lt;b&gt;censored&lt;/b&gt;*'s gg to yor hse?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#307d7e;"&gt;"Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e41b17;"&gt;"uh, heh, nth, nth. i read *&lt;b&gt;censored&lt;/b&gt;*'s blog. x:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#307d7e;"&gt;"What did it say"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e41b17;"&gt;"*quote from the blog*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#307d7e;"&gt;"Well *&lt;b&gt;censored&lt;/b&gt;*'s gonna be disappointed.. I will be in school"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e41b17;"&gt;"lol, at least yu bthr if *&lt;b&gt;censored&lt;/b&gt;*'s gna be disapointd or nt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#307d7e;"&gt;"?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e41b17;"&gt;"lol, nth. haha. bleh! i'm bored."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gee. am i talking to a block of wood or am i talking to a very tired person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm tired" just came in. haha. so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe that re-tests are more important than one's health, or sleep for that matter. but apprently he doesn't share my point of view. which i think is very very bad. but anyway, i'm guilty too. but i don't have a retest. i'm just staying awake to finish my geog. and i've just currently took a break from all the weathering and volcanoes and vegetation :D yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think their chinese teacher must be nuts, 8 pages of chinese words?! GOOD MORNING?! even mdm hsin doesn't bombard us with THAT many words! D: i feel for them. HA-HA! no, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a very bored &lt;s&gt;chicken&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;baboon&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;jackass&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;cow&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;cat&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;girl&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how many words is that?"&lt;br /&gt;"alot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waa, excuse me? define alot, please :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* i'm tired. i'm a very tired and bored &lt;s&gt;chicken&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;baboon&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;jackass&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;cow&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;cat&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;girl&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA. i'm so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, geography, my "favourite" subject, here i come! DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. jteo, i'm utterly sorry for um, telling &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt; all that crap. and for giving you attitude ytd. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114244539365375239?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114244539365375239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114244539365375239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114244539365375239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114244539365375239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-green-is-nice-color-d.html' title='AND GREEN IS A NICE COLOR :D'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114242584926079090</id><published>2006-03-15T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:04.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D photos :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 140px" alt=":D" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/mewiththestupidfloweronmyhead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i look UTTERLY DUMB :D but its ok. i love that flower :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="MRT:D" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/mrtride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bored on the way to dhoby ghaut D: cos he wasn't talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="merc" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/mercme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="merc" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/mercyay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beautiful handsome merc. he's one horny dog. he humped me the other day. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 140px" alt=":D c'mon. say its nice :D" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/babyroses-0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE! COMMENT ON THIS PHOTO! :D i think its nice x: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. i love taking photos :D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="nacho-ed cheese. or cheesed nachos?" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e278/babyfaats/jteoscheesenachos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he dumped all his nachos into the cheese. my babe and i were amused. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114242584926079090?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114242584926079090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114242584926079090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114242584926079090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114242584926079090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/d-photos-d.html' title=':D photos :D'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114242232337066976</id><published>2006-03-15T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:04.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>myflashbox is a screwed up thing-a-ma-jig. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is social studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking of ways to phrase and answer the stupid question. and i've not thought of anything yet. all i came up with was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I agree to a certain extent that serious labour shortage would lead to the difficulty of solving &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;competition from other countries. To solve the problem of competition from other countries, we would need to have adequate labour in order to attract investors. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stupid and dumb D: and gavin is a bad ss teacher D: HA! HA! but i really agree with elizabeth :D he's got beautiful eyes. he's got big hands too. hahah. the only draw back, he's short. SORRY GAV! but its ok, he's got beautiful eyes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, guess what i bought just now? i bought really unnecessary things. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) shrooms meal for suwen&lt;br /&gt;2) fries for suwen&lt;br /&gt;3) m&amp;ms for suwen&lt;br /&gt;4) ice cream for jasmine&lt;br /&gt;5) baby food for jteo&lt;br /&gt;6) whipped cream (: YUM!&lt;br /&gt;7) rice noodles&lt;br /&gt;8) pen&lt;br /&gt;9) pencil&lt;br /&gt;10) cute nail clipper&lt;br /&gt;11) coffee to perk myself up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i wanted to go to cine. dang! i should have told the Man earlier. D: then he would have gone with me. i wanted to get the belly stud for her. haha. the very cute one we saw ytd. :D YAY! it's pretty! (: YAY! but i think i'll have to wait till um, saturday. ahh! it seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, i can't believe i cried in school again. but luckily, i stopped and shut up :D but i'm still not happy. i'm still very very very unhappy. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114242232337066976?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114242232337066976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114242232337066976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114242232337066976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114242232337066976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/d_15.html' title='D:'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114241845033839394</id><published>2006-03-15T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:03.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCIAL STUDIES</title><content type='html'>you socialize then study :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm socializing now, i'll study later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. watched V for Vendetta ytd. it was &lt;b&gt;M18&lt;/b&gt;. but we managed to get in bcause of the three pretty ladies at cine :D we gave them the gems card :D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very angry with the Man. D: the Man made me wait like a J.I bomber at the MRT station. D: so didn't talk to the Man until we were at hereen. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. had a great day. thank you banana-less woman and jer and the Man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! let me tell you somethings about my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Man is a kuku banana who doesn't stick to his words and is a banana-less banana D: and i don't like him D: D: i'm very upset with you you know? you keep pissing me off. why do i even bother about you?! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Babe is my bestie. and i love her very very much :D she's a very very sweet girl who would do crazy things with me and give me very very very good and sensible advice. she's the only one who can make me feel better everytime something big and bad happens :D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Gay is another kuku. D: he wouldn't come down to accompany me till the Man comes. D: and he wouldn't reply my messages. ok. he does but he always gives me attitude. and i dont like the Gay cos he calls me jackass jane. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Fudder. i love him. :D he would take long train rides with me :D and make stupid faces and do stupid things to make me smile. and he's very nice. :D he doesn't mind listening to me cry and doesn't mind waiting one hour for me while i have tuition. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the more impt ppl in my life. :D yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the Man, the Babe, the Gay and the Fudder :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love V :D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i feel so stupid. why did i bother helping him? &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;when i like him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God. i feel like puking. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114241845033839394?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114241845033839394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114241845033839394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114241845033839394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114241845033839394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/social-studies.html' title='SOCIAL STUDIES'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114226446300632847</id><published>2006-03-13T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:03.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a mad baboon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#7f4817;"&gt;i'll be a soldier who fights for love says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know wht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f4817;"&gt;i'll be a soldier who fights for love says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gg to *&lt;b&gt;censored&lt;/b&gt;* hse tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7e0517;"&gt;huanyuet. i can says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7e0517;"&gt;huanyuet. i can says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f4817;"&gt;i'll be a soldier who fights for love says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wont be able to meet you till lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7e0517;"&gt;huanyuet. i can says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7e0517;"&gt;huanyuet. i can says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f4817;"&gt;i'll be a soldier who fights for love says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yu and *&lt;b&gt;censored&lt;/b&gt;* can go fiddle with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f4817;"&gt;i'll be a soldier who fights for love says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i'm horny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7e0517;"&gt;huanyuet. i can says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7e0517;"&gt;huanyuet. i can says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f4817;"&gt;i'll be a soldier who fights for love says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f4817;"&gt;i'll be a soldier who fights for love says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jst like the word fiddling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f4817;"&gt;i'll be a soldier who fights for love says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm attached to a file&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crappy and mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114226446300632847?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114226446300632847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114226446300632847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114226446300632847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114226446300632847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-mad-baboon.html' title='i&apos;m a mad baboon!'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114226032255853584</id><published>2006-03-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:02.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>boring day D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out in the morning to SGH to get my brother's med for him bcause he went for scouts camp. then went to ps with mom. HA! dumb la. walked around the shops looking for a t-shirt. but i just can't find one. went to outfitters, ebase, I.P, P.O.A and flash and splash. -,- NOTHING D: in the end, i settled for S&amp;K. (yes, faustine, samuel is with kevin. :D) bought two tops of which one i shall wear tmr. (yay! v for vendetta!) and green nail polish :D YAY! and i almost bought a pair of slippers HA-HA! the slippers are so so cute! :D they've got cherries on it. i'm going back to buy them tmr. plus the ear rings that i saw this afternoon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! the beauty of retail therapy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it got bad when mommy stepped into carrefour. -,- she said she wanted to buy water. so ha, we went in. thn guess what she bought?&lt;br /&gt;1. hello panda.&lt;br /&gt;2. veggie&lt;br /&gt;3. veggie&lt;br /&gt;4. more veggie.&lt;br /&gt;5. cheese spread&lt;br /&gt;6. more hello panda.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to carry everything for her. D: hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, WHO WANTS TO WATCH &lt;b&gt;DORM&lt;/b&gt; AND &lt;b&gt;YOURS, MINE &amp;amp; OURS&lt;/b&gt; WITH ME?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm high. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at me smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so random. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ok. :D i'm random. SO ARE YOU! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, i'm a confused baboon. a very confused baboon! D: *bangs head on the wall* i feel for you babe! i'm in the same situation. just that both the guys don't like me back. and darling, go with your feeling. :D it's always right. :D don't be stuck onto that baboon! he's not the bestest baboon alive! MR X IS! :D aye darling, CHILL and THINK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114226032255853584?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114226032255853584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114226032255853584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114226032255853584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114226032255853584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114217375874366060</id><published>2006-03-12T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:02.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AIN'T HAPPY</title><content type='html'>i think i'm so unhappy with everything that i went to re-paint my alrdy black&amp;white nails totally black. yes. including my toe nails. that is how upset i am. and tuesday, i'm gna wear black. damnit. i sound as if someone's just died. ok. maybe someone did, but not that i know him/her/it. heh. or maybe my other me just died. X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99c517;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;(x&lt;br /&gt;)x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to another game of pool :D *hint hint* although i got trashed the previous time. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c5908e;"&gt;DISconnected says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'll tell me not to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c5908e;"&gt;DISconnected says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a guys opinion la you doodoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c38ec7;"&gt;97 Bonnie &amp;amp; Clyde ____renegade// EMIN3M says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c38ec7;"&gt;97 Bonnie &amp; Clyde ____renegade// EMIN3M says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never had 2 girls stupidly liking me rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c38ec7;"&gt;97 Bonnie &amp;amp; Clyde ____renegade// EMIN3M says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c38ec7;"&gt;97 Bonnie &amp; Clyde ____renegade// EMIN3M says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dont u ask &lt;b&gt;*censored*&lt;/b&gt; yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c38ec7;"&gt;97 Bonnie &amp;amp; Clyde ____renegade// EMIN3M says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c5908e;"&gt;DISconnected says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c5908e;"&gt;DISconnected says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so i'll go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c5908e;"&gt;DISconnected says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;*censored*&lt;/b&gt;! I'M JEALOUS! HOW?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c5908e;"&gt;DISconnected says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c38ec7;"&gt;97 Bonnie &amp;amp; Clyde ____renegade// EMIN3M says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9aadc7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me away,&lt;br /&gt;far far away,&lt;br /&gt;from everything,&lt;br /&gt;from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;into Your arms,&lt;br /&gt;that're always open wide.&lt;br /&gt;Your arms that'll catch me when i fall.&lt;br /&gt;for You said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;never will I leave you,&lt;br /&gt;never will I forsake you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c5908e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114217375874366060?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114217375874366060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114217375874366060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114217375874366060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114217375874366060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-aint-happy.html' title='I AIN&apos;T HAPPY'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114216450690812591</id><published>2006-03-12T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:01.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JT TRASHED ME</title><content type='html'>fine. so i was late on saturday. not jt. but i wasn't THAT late (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ps. (: YAY! met jer n hy at the arcade (as usual). thn went to pastamania with jt for lunch. HA! HA! so weird. jer &amp; hy were at kfc and we were sup to go join them. thn hy cme dwn to look for me. and she reported a sighting of a cute guy. (dang. i'm making him sound like an animal.) so i went up to take a peek on the pretext to buying popcorn chicken. -,- yes, lame. he's CUTE la. but i was shy. and she was bored. haha. no link. but in the end, we didn't manage to get his number. but apprently, the two of us were acting so obvious that they were looking at us. and while doing all the crappy dumb stuff upstairs, poor jt was waiting for me to start eating. HA! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn of course, we went to paradigm. :D but before that, we went to starbucks to get me a drink. AND I SAW A CUTE GUY THERE! ((((((((((: oh God! he's super duper cute! he was sitting in a pram though. HA-HA! BUT HE'S SO CUTE! i love his eyes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to paradigm. hy was super embarrassed by me. i wanted to get a ball into the first pocket. but the black ball was there, blocking, like a dumb bull. so i looked at jt innocently and he allowed me to take the black ball away HA! HA! cheater. and after that, i didn't have to ask him to shift any balls away :D HAHA! jt didn't need any effort to trash me D: ah, pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn after that, it was rather boring. walked around ps with hy like morons. :D apprently we were bored. thn met jer and nig. blah. so ya. D: then i went off to meet the bangla. x: nola. went home with nig. missed the train on purpose. took it to pasir ris. walked home. headache. DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was hell funny. obviously cos of my AWL babes and hunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before lunch, i was a walking zombie. D: had that dumb test. it's always after lunch and crapping that i start to warm up. and i always enter the room after lunch laughing like crazy :D and so there they stood watching me laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh. :D HAHA! &lt;b&gt;chinmaya said that my smile is captivating! HA! HA! HA! HA! :D&lt;/b&gt; i've got a nice smile! (: *gloats* nowonder mr x and mr t gave me 7.5 and ms k gave me 8 :D LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after lunch, there was this dumb crap mean joke abt philbert going around the class. but apprently the victim wasn't aware of it (or was he?). so marc decided to be funny and started tucking in his shirt all the way and pulling up his pants way up high and made his belt real tight and apprently, he managed to look all geeky and stuff. and that pants thing, it made his arse look defined. HA! HA! so ya. kind of dumb. you can't imagine man! some geeky good looking guy there. AHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA! and gavin was on this mission to zap everyone in class before the day's over. so he apprently zapped liz and she screamed. HA! HA! and i jst realized that efa laughs like HEE HEE! SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO CUTE!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rubbishing all over again. and i don't think that all of the above were very constructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall start putting in my personal thoughts abt mr x. blah. like its gna be so obvious, so obvious. cos practically the whole world knows. esp if they know, the whole world'd know. cos they just can't shut their gaping mouths. D: but really, i don't like them. and chessia01 thinks that they should shut that gaping mouths and shut up. chessia02 thinks that they should starting minding their own business and stay out of hers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read XXX's blog. i feel so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sour. D: and all those 'so's were typed out. so i kind of wasted a few seconds of life there. and i am so sure that XXX likes mr x. AHA! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, papa! i need you to call me asap. i'm gna start being a human water hose again. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114216450690812591?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114216450690812591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114216450690812591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114216450690812591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114216450690812591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/jt-trashed-me.html' title='JT TRASHED ME'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114200098256316808</id><published>2006-03-10T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:01.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>papaya</title><content type='html'>1300 at papaya station! mr teo, please don't be late. i'll smack you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOL! (: i'm high! (: YAY! but yu're nt gng to help me buy alcohol right? HA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOL! POOL! POOL! :D sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//onewish,&lt;br /&gt;if i only had one wish,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114200098256316808?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114200098256316808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114200098256316808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114200098256316808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114200098256316808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/papaya.html' title='papaya'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114199630353349022</id><published>2006-03-10T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:01.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scissors, paper, stone</title><content type='html'>like UGH. i feel like such a stuck up brat. i whined alot today, quarrelled with many ppl tday, pissed off alot of ppl today, felt damned crapped up today (because of ytd night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called babes hse tday. i think her mom picked up the phone. babe wasn't going to school today. so i didn't bring the cake along. bcause i know that i'm sure to be unable to cram the cake down my throat. i haven't been eating nor sleeping much these few days. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to school, i pissed chong yeow off during vocab test with the "i thought we couldn't use that piece of paper thing". so ya. that kicked off a bad day for me. aft vocab test, i was in a really fucked up mood alrdy. so ya. during e math i was very -,- and i started being the garden hose again. i don't know. thn ya. i pissed jo and yk off. but i still can't figure why. and apprently, bert is bs with me too. hurrah! if there's ever a test in pissing ppl off, i'm sure to be the top scorer. and you know what? and that's not something that i am proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet. louisa jst informed me that i forgot to bring my books home. AND THERE'S A STUPID FINE OF AROUND 2 &lt;s&gt;BUGS&lt;/s&gt; BUCKS PER BOOK! so i think i'll have to pay like um, 10+ bucks. ohGod! i'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition tmr. YAY! i'll get to see my boyfriend again! (: WOOTS! my boy at the window. HA! HA! my boy with the beak and the black ruffled feathers. HA! HA! i miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking too fast. being lame. hamsters. library. late for tuition. drizzles. library. bimbo in short skirt. bk. my mother talking to you. HA! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you YOU for coming down to accompany me :D&lt;br /&gt;anw, QUICK CALL ME! i'm falling into the deepest darkest hole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Santa for the encouragement! you don't think too much too ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114199630353349022?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114199630353349022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114199630353349022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114199630353349022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114199630353349022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/scissors-paper-stone.html' title='scissors, paper, stone'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114182205011606110</id><published>2006-03-08T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:00.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURRAY!</title><content type='html'>i managed to fix the "bug" in my phone. so now i'm uploading my stuff! :D CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, tmr's the finals. and i just realized that i didn't give my name to chan chow syan-,- so apprently i've got to go there myself. BLAH! kukukukukukuku. and she's nt gng to school la. WAPIANGEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;i was happy a few moments ago,&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm devastated. )))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed combined humans with a &lt;b&gt;37&lt;/b&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but i passed my chemistry! hurrah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i passed combined science! hurrah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i passed overall! hurrah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! you know what? my L1R5's just as bad. ): 32. NO improvement at all. but ya, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114182205011606110?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114182205011606110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114182205011606110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114182205011606110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114182205011606110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/hurray.html' title='HURRAY!'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114182117904066376</id><published>2006-03-08T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:23:00.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt w/o the h</title><content type='html'>that would be um, HUT. which makes no sense to me at all. and i don't think that makes sense to you either. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i ate too much tday. i'm super full and my stomach hurts. as in that rubbery thing inside me. hah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my new phone. screwed up thing. ): bong. bong. bong. -,-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114182117904066376?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114182117904066376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114182117904066376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114182117904066376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114182117904066376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/hurt-wo-h.html' title='hurt w/o the h'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114173915060403344</id><published>2006-03-07T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:22:59.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>restrain</title><content type='html'>pass everything EXCEPT s.s. why can't i ever pass my combined humanities? WHY? YOU TELL ME WHY? -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fine. dad's gna get me a new phone. and he said less thn $100. HULO?! like WHAT can you get with a hundred bucks? -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing! nothing! nothing! nothing that i want at least. i mean if i have to get something that i dont like nor want to use in the future, i'd rather stick with what i've got now. besides, my phone trade-in price has drpd drastically 0,0 but still, i'm going to push my luck tmr. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me ungrateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114173915060403344?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114173915060403344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114173915060403344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114173915060403344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114173915060403344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/restrain.html' title='restrain'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114165223443833996</id><published>2006-03-06T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:22:59.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exile</title><content type='html'>i'm such a fucking sad case that i think i could use some sleeping pills. and i'll take an overdose. and a penknife of course. and i shall cut and die and die and die a trillion times over. but before i do that, i shall tell her to go squat in the fucking small corner and fucking rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen in, again. where did all my long long holidays go? where? you tell me? i need them back to get my mind off everything. last nov. i was so high, so high. until i came back to school again. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that new penknives are sharp? and they cut well. /: stupid ass kuku donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't tell me not to let the people around me affect me that much like how she affects me. cos that's the way i am. &lt;s&gt;sensitive&lt;/s&gt; hyper-sensitive. and i am fully aware of that. and i also am aware that i've got the power to irritate people and piss them off bad. and that i've got a stuck up expression pasted on my face when i'm expressionless. and yes. i'm a water tap. a live one. and the list goes on...&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;span style="font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my greatest achievement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passing a math with a 66.25 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i pass my ss tmr, it'll be my second greatest achievement (: SWEET! but still, i'm not going to get my new handphone. ): i didn't get any A1s blah blah blah blah. fuckass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya, i'm a girl filled with vulgarities. i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114165223443833996?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114165223443833996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114165223443833996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114165223443833996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114165223443833996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/exile.html' title='exile'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114156688874009606</id><published>2006-03-05T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:22:59.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another level- FROM THE HEART</title><content type='html'>i know you've heard these words a hundred other times before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and you've been hurt and so your heart has chose to close the door&lt;br /&gt;love broke your heart and brought you lies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;you'll see a love that's deep and true&lt;br /&gt;tender and strong and all for you&lt;br /&gt;you can trust this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;honest, that's the honest truth. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;from the heart&lt;br /&gt;i'm giving you everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;from the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i promise you that i'll be there&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there to love you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the soul&lt;br /&gt;i'm showing you all i feel, all i feel is&lt;br /&gt;from the heart, from the heart. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will protect you and respect you and be all you need&lt;br /&gt;and when you reach for love you'll only need to reach for me&lt;br /&gt;these arms will never let you down&lt;br /&gt;they're staying around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'll walk with you through every storm&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep you safe, i'll keep you warm &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i'm living for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;from the heart&lt;br /&gt;i'm giving you everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;from the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i promise you that i'll be there&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there to love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the soul&lt;br /&gt;i'm showing you all i feel, all i feel is&lt;br /&gt;from the heart, from the heart. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll provide the love you need&lt;br /&gt;just trust my touch&lt;br /&gt;believe in me&lt;br /&gt;i'll never make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;giving all i've got with all i've got inside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114156688874009606?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114156688874009606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114156688874009606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114156688874009606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114156688874009606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-level-from-heart.html' title='another level- FROM THE HEART'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114156328944596440</id><published>2006-03-05T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:22:59.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont try to fight the feeling</title><content type='html'>i think i love her. she's like STUCK in my brain? ha? sang asked me to confess to her. but HULO!? i'm SHY la! T: so i shall exile her, i don't think i can. but i'll try my best. T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. sucky day. went for class and cried. -,- as usual. thinking of&lt;em&gt; her &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;it. &lt;/em&gt;so vague. whatEVER. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to make tarts for the girls. but didn't manage too. NO TIME! and i'm supposed not to have access to the com today. but ya. WHATEVER. i'm using it now on the pretxt of printing out my timetable. i'm stupidly smart. (: AH! oxymoron. i'm smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114156328944596440?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114156328944596440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114156328944596440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114156328944596440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114156328944596440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-try-to-fight-feeling.html' title='dont try to fight the feeling'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114130438540867022</id><published>2006-03-02T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:22:58.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;brandy alexander&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50ml brandy&lt;br /&gt;12.5ml creme de cacao (dark or white)&lt;br /&gt;12.5ml double cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shake all the ingredients over ice and strain into a frosted martini glass. garnish with a sprinkle of nutmeg.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA! i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a nice font for my blog. a nice formal font. ideas, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to go for service this week. i've got to go for service this week. and i need to remember to give jt this 6 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a forgetful twit i think i'll forget.&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;em&gt;and i still hold your hand in mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in mine when i'm asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i will bear my soul in time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i'm kneeling at your feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye my lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye my friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have been the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have been the one for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114130438540867022?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114130438540867022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114130438540867022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114130438540867022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114130438540867022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114130106531449035</id><published>2006-03-02T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:22:58.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flunked</title><content type='html'>AH! sweet. i just realized that i might have gotten my chinese ct marks wrong. it could be 52 instead of the 62 that i think it is. or maybe i'm right. its 62. GOD! that's a C6 for me if its 52. SCREWED! ))): hope not. i'll pary hard for myself. if i really get 52, please don't stop me from stabbing myself ok? T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i saw it wrongly, won't i be like tan eng chiu? aww gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i can see perfectly fine with my both eyes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. i liked huijie's attitude today. HA-HA! he kicked the chair when TEC asked him to pick up pieces of paper on the floor. WOOTS! (: keep it up aye? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. guess what? &lt;b&gt;we trashed DHS in bball today.&lt;/b&gt; our score was &lt;b&gt;5 times&lt;/b&gt; their score. (: and the match was hilarious. (: thank God i went! ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, &lt;b&gt;MISS WAN IS SO SWEET&lt;/b&gt;! SHE GAVE ME A CARD TODAY! (: haha. the front said,'when the things around you make you want to hide, remember God gave hope to keep a smile inside!' thn there were three mice there. SO CUTE! SO SWEET! thank God for a teacher like ms wan. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like such a backslider. don't ask why(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like sticking out my tongue at her, then go "fuck you", then give her The Finger. AYE! naughty. but, i dont care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did my masterpiece during history lecture today. sweet arsed butterfly on my paper. ok. it didn't exactly have an arse. i didn't draw it in. too bad my scanner is broken. HA-HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care about him. he can go out with anyone he wants to, go hump any girl he likes, go to any jc he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. strong ey? tht's what i said. so harsh. but HULO!? i was angry. i was pissed. cos i realized that i belong to Earth. DANG! I REALLY WANTED TO BE A MARTIAN YOU KNOW?! rubbish. no. cos i was kind of pissed that i've been ignored for the past um, lets see, 5 hours. but its ok. it doesn't really matter (i hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no, it doesn't. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb butt kuku cow baboon monkey pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114130106531449035?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114130106531449035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114130106531449035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114130106531449035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114130106531449035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/flunked.html' title='flunked'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114122046497283579</id><published>2006-03-01T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:22:58.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>ya. blah. and i'm feeling really blah now. i felt sick to the stomach after i read her blog. which is about NOW. i'm still feeling sick. as in sick sick not sick sick. ya. not that kind of throw up sick. and HULO! i mean seriously. i feel so dumb. but it doesnt matter. i AM dumb anyway. besides, people have been telling me to stop being dumb for the past um, 9 months. horrible people. i'm sorry, i can't help being myself- the big jealous arse who keeps crying. T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm horrible. how affirming is that? VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. i'm still feeling queasy. no, acutally, i'm jealous. HEH. i'm sure he likes her too. &lt;s&gt;:D&lt;/s&gt; D: pretty sure. although &lt;em&gt;francis&lt;/em&gt; tells me not, and i'm hoping not. but i can't be sure. i mean they're MEANT for each other (despite their height differences). they BOTH have that horrendous sense of humor which requires them to put people down. gah. forget it. i'm just jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J-E-A-L-O-U-S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention that i don't really like her too because of her attitude towards them? and me of course. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. that was good. but it didn't make me feel all better. i kept crying. yesterday, today. ya. practially everyday. i know that isn't anything constructive but i can't help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote from my txt to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel damned sucky. you know that kind of feeling you get when you did something very wrong? or that kind of feeling when you look at something from a distance admiring it, but you know that you will NEVER get it? it sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apprently, as usual, he didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i'm feeling THAT sucky. and i don't think anyone's going to do anything about it. T: how sad. my life's is a pathetic mess. i'm going to freaking flunk my common tests. i'm sooner or later i'm going to breakdown and cry myself till i die (and contribute to singapore's water supply, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a good note, i passed that freaking essay that i thought i was going to fail just because i thought i was totally, wholly out of point. ah! i got 17/30. ya. and ms lim said that i could have gotten at least a 21 if i didn't make those grammatical errors. ): grammar, grammar, grammar. do i have to go back to primary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back after school. ok, not quite. went out with wyn and wen. parkway, as usual. and wyn thought that that pack of nougats were nicer sitting on the racks. AH! ate mos, again. ate ichigo! (: and gelato! ok. most of the gelato went into the bin cos we thought that the big brown bin was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i stupidly went back to school for fun. packed louisa foong's locker. it was a bloody mess. i'm sorry i had to announce it here girl. X: thn txted shan to tell him i was in school. hah. he was at the canteen. so i went over to pass him the M&amp;Ms and mentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class to grab my back and to check if what i wrote was actually still on amos' table. oh yes it was. and it couldn't come off. which is bad. cos he'll be stuck with the lyrics of &lt;em&gt;goodbye my lover&lt;/em&gt; by james blunt and &lt;em&gt;chessia rocks &lt;/em&gt;and some other radom stuff&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;for the rest of the year (unless he changes seat).&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;don't tell me i'm mean. i know it for a fact. and to put the stuff i bought for jasmine under her table((: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn i was about to write an apology note when they walked right into class. RIGHT. nice timing. i forgot why i had to stay there and listen to those sick arses tell their sick jokes about their class' noticeboard. "FORGIVERS- NEVER ALONE" that was when they first did up the board. it's nice. but now what's left is "ORGIVES- NEVER ALONE" or something like that. so you could kind of guess what they came up with. &lt;b&gt;-,-&lt;/b&gt; the worst part was there was this one pin up next to it that said "anytime, anyone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. and i realized that i got 62 for my chinese CT. there goes my B3. all because of my &lt;em&gt;tian xie han zi&lt;/em&gt;. that cost me TEN WHOLE MARKS! ): never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the airport alone. sweet (: got soakers for her. (:&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;it stupid and dumb to be crushing on some arse who's got maybe a thousand other choices out there. especialy that girl. that particular one who give me the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, give me alcohol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114122046497283579?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114122046497283579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114122046497283579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114122046497283579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114122046497283579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/03/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114096111857642012</id><published>2006-02-26T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:22:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE MY LOVER</title><content type='html'>ahh! i'm addicted to that song. it sounded pretty weird at first. but hey! its SUPERB! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, its game over for me. D: heh. i'm schrewed. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very very schrewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask the donkey baboon what i did and what happened. but i dont think you all know who's that donkey baboon. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, i dont think he's ever going to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JT! MY BARCADI AND LONG ISLAND PLEASE !! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been crappy. i've been a water tap these few days. and i think only the kuku baboon knows why. heh. poor him. i always call him whn i cry. D: and it's always during his intimate moments with his television. D: damned. he'd be ready to marry the television anyday. that's what i always tell him. ah suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;JONATHAN TEO I'M VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!!!!!!!!!!! DD:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't buy long island for me. cos according to him, i didn't break that bottle. thanks nig. D: WHY DONT YOU LET ME DRINK!? i can control kay? i mean one bot won't kill right? i mean it took half a cup (125ml) of absolut and half a cup (125ml) of choya knocked me out. i mean, absolut is 40%. surely i can take one bottle of 10% right? D: blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm never going to touch absolut anymore. ))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to want me,&lt;br /&gt;i need you to need me,&lt;br /&gt;i love you to love me,&lt;br /&gt;i'm begging you to beg me,&lt;br /&gt;i want you to want me&lt;br /&gt;i need you to need me,&lt;br /&gt;i love you to love me,&lt;br /&gt;shining off my high-heeled shoes,&lt;br /&gt;i put on a brand new shirt,&lt;br /&gt;get home early fro work,&lt;br /&gt;if you say&lt;br /&gt;that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;lindsay lohan- i want you to want me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114096111857642012?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114096111857642012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114096111857642012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114096111857642012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114096111857642012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/02/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='GOODBYE MY LOVER'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114061509474739130</id><published>2006-02-22T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:22:57.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LOVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you're beautiful (james blunt)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;you're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;there must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;when she thought up that i should be with you&lt;br /&gt;but its time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will never be with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never gone (backstreet boys)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never gone,&lt;br /&gt;never far,&lt;br /&gt;in my hear is where you are&lt;br /&gt;always close, every day&lt;br /&gt;every step along the way&lt;br /&gt;even though for now we've got to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;i know you will be forever in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never gone &lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahah. shucks. c'mon. someone, agree with me that those two songs ROCK :D i mean apart frm R&amp;amp;B and hip-hop (: HOHUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114061509474739130?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114061509474739130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114061509474739130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114061509474739130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114061509474739130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-loves.html' title='MY LOVES'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114060947812725193</id><published>2006-02-22T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:22:26.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fell for a jerk</title><content type='html'>i shall not elaborate on my title. i'm sure he knows what i mean. T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY LIFE IS OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i've failed practically every math test, be it A math or E math, there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i can't do differentiation for nuts. even the simplest of them all. you know? the quotient rule and stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i said someting very wrong to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm getting cynnical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i'm not going to get 2 A2s and 5 B3s for my common tests. therefore, i would NOT be able to get a new phone ): (but looking on the brighter side, i might be able to get a crumpler.) that'll save my dad 300 bucks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i dropped my zen on the floor during i-forgot-what-period today. and it screwed up. &lt;em&gt;never gone &lt;/em&gt;is gone. 0,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "&lt;em&gt;but its time to face the truth, i will never be with you.&lt;/em&gt;" not like i'm supposed to be worried about THIS kind of stuff now, but its bugging me ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i just dropped it again. now &lt;em&gt;you're beautiful&lt;/em&gt;'s going to be gone. 0,0 OH SHUCKS. which means that i'll prolly be going to jurong again. WHO WANTS TO GO WITH ME? heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's all. although there're like 8 reasons. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate getting limed. so dont lime me anymore. ok? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. papa, dont ask me to worry about you. ok? cos i would. HEH.&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE HELP ME WITH DIFFERENTIATION AND REDOX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DDDDDDDDDD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114060947812725193?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114060947812725193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114060947812725193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114060947812725193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114060947812725193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-fell-for-jerk.html' title='i fell for a jerk'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17219289.post-114036865180469475</id><published>2006-02-20T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:22:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;dont be like that.&lt;/b&gt; it hurts to see you like THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"always look on the bright side of life"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you always ask me to &lt;em&gt;kan kai&lt;/em&gt;. but what are you doing? can you stand up again? i don't know what and why all this is happening. all i know is that &lt;strong&gt;i'll always be here for you.&lt;/strong&gt; whether you want me to (or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm in absolutely NO position to tell you to stop thinking so much, stop being so pessimistic and all that kind of stuff cos i'm doing it myself. but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT THINK SO MUCH! DONT BE SO PESSIMISTIC! UNDERSTAND?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont make me cry again. cos you know you are capable of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please. i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;BEG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i'm not telling you about MY stuff is cos i know you are alrdy so so so so UGH inside. ya. and i know that trish needs you to be there too. so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard it is,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how painful it is,&lt;br /&gt;you've got to (: and be :D and ((((((((: more.&lt;br /&gt;(rubbish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, ily, and i'll always be here for you. OK? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;your daughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17219289-114036865180469475?l=chenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/feeds/114036865180469475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17219289&amp;postID=114036865180469475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114036865180469475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17219289/posts/default/114036865180469475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chenn.blogspot.com/2006/02/dear-papa.html' title='dear papa'/><author><name>Chessia C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
