<?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-14019749</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:01:08.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charmaine.</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is like a road.. Whatever you do, it's either right or wrong.. And it's all up to you which path you wanna take..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14019749.post-8781340143508712472</id><published>2008-06-20T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T02:23:39.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RELINK ME    :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.composedpieces.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;www.composedpieces.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMPT KAYY! RELINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-8781340143508712472?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/8781340143508712472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=8781340143508712472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8781340143508712472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8781340143508712472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/06/relink-me-www.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-7063368879562714683</id><published>2008-06-18T00:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:38:44.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;Can somebody answer this question of mine? Cause i'm very curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. How come there's bird shit on the outside surface of the mrt door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting to Harbour Front. So it's an underground train right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so sure it's bird shit. I double checked. I'M SURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did that bloody bird get in the tunnel? I mean how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.so there i was.meeting my friends for supper.i decided to blog abt this cause i reckon that none of them would read blogs.especially mine.haha.so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i havent seen them for months.well except one.and i was late.sorry man.i had other stuffs to attend to.okay so carrying on, &lt;em&gt;Friend A's&lt;/em&gt; first line to me when he saw me was, 'charmaine,dont mind me,i mean.you grew plummer.' like woah.haha.i except that.err for the fact that i agree.cause when i was in sec sch i was like 48kg.yes yes.i had some weight issues.i mean everybody goes through that!well at least i know i did.surprising i took it quite calmly.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it were in the past, maybe sentences/words coming outta my mouth would be, 'erm.looks like you gotta eat more meat.i mean or maybe just literally eat fats.reckon?just stuff some food down your pipe.' but surprisng that didnt came to mind at first. haha.i accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i wouldnt really bother.but somehow, i would think over what &lt;em&gt;Friend A&lt;/em&gt; said.maybe guys are just insensitive.YES.it was a guy.what a letdown.some just dont grow up.and will never.telling it to me?straight in the face.makes me wanna go back on some eating disorder.HAHA.no way.just diet.dont laugh!i will do it.I WILL. 48kg here i come!all thanks to &lt;em&gt;Friend A&lt;/em&gt;, you're superb! &lt;em&gt;Friend B&lt;/em&gt; even laughed when &lt;em&gt;Friend A&lt;/em&gt; commented.how nice.looks like &lt;em&gt;Friend B's&lt;/em&gt; even more understanding,even knowing that i'm quite weight conscious.hmmm.makes me wonder sometimes.ohh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay.enough being sarcastic.but seriously.hellooooooo!i'm a girl.i'm still female.guys dont really care about weight.females naturally care more about looks, appearance, Weight especially.and it's totally not right to tell a girl that she has put on weight.i mean it is just basic basic basic grade one knowledge that even if a girl asks 'i am fat right?am i fat?' a guy's answer should be No.yes,a No.what i night.he just blew me south seriously.for that moment.and that laugh or smirk the other friend was having,just made it worse.like i was rather shocked.and that was when i claimed that, Guys are Insensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know,i'm trying so hard not to 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align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-7063368879562714683?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/7063368879562714683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=7063368879562714683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7063368879562714683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7063368879562714683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-somebody-answer-this-question-of.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-6938172007946075097</id><published>2008-06-15T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:15:58.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finished camp on sat.yea i had fun.with my mates from guitar.hahaha.some of them are so ZAI i tell you.haha.stayed up with shirley and annabel on the second night.chatted like till 5.then went for breakfast at macdonalds.yea i styaed awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;actually that was possible cause i slept the longest on the first night.like from 4 to 12 plus.HAHAHA.while the rest were already practicing for guitar!i was wrapped like a popiah.haha.NOT A CORPSE.and i kept dreaming abt the pieces for the concert.i think cause it's because those pieces played by my guitar mates kept ringing in my ears the whole time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated CZN birthday too.yanying and co. went to buy the cake.these ppl are really damn zai.i promise that these ppl would be part of the music camp committee!hahaha.they are so in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and CZN expected it.looking at her expression.i could tell that she knew that we were throwing her a mini celebration.hahaha!say i'm smart(:i love guitar mates much much.and and.i got the 'best story teller' award again.like why?i already had it when i had my guides camp.i'm really sucha good story teller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT TO WORK TODAY!hahahahaha.tending the whole shop by myself.and it's only the second day of work.i'm so proud of myself.on the train home, i gave myself a small pat on the back(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so this was what happened.there was this item that was sold at half price.so actual price was 12.i had to scan the barcode.so i scanned*teet* then i had to key in 6.00 DISCOUNT.i swear i didnt know what i did or keyed in.the bill came up to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12,006,00 SGD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the customer's eyes widened.and he looked at me.and stunned there for a moment.i was shocked too!haha.i had to like void and void.i struggled for that point of time i tell you.scary.'oh gawd.sorry sir sorry.i'll call my boss immediately.'  so everything was settled. haahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had alot of free time today.cause it is sunday.and not many ppl would shop around the area i was working.i remembered the full time staff telling me the other time that i could check the total sales made by the shop.so i pressed 'TOTAL SALES' on the cashier.and the reciept came out, i tore it and it read :  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOTAL SALES - $23,956.00.  Sun. 4.07pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i panicked.like how come so much again?!?!i was so sure that it was less than $500.so i just kept mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then when my boss came back to close the shop.he pressed the 'TOTAL SALES' button on the cashier.and when the reciept came out, his eyes widened.i just stood there quietly.then he looked at me and said ' 23 over thousand lehhhh.how come so much? '  i dont know why,but out of the blue,i found it so funny.and burst out into laughter.then he said it's okay.he'll solve it.haha.it was fun.i like.much much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-6938172007946075097?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/6938172007946075097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=6938172007946075097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6938172007946075097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6938172007946075097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/06/finished-camp-on-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-1981469743169093685</id><published>2008-06-11T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:06:53.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm starting work!woohooo.yes yes.i'm happy.i wanna see more of the working side of the world.after all, i've only worked ONCE.yes once.i wanna be more independent.i dont wanna rely on my parents for cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i gotta finish my report.plus my I&amp;amp;E.ohh gawd.busy busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;actually i've always hoped that there would be someone who can sing with me.a guy.haha.i hope.i've met girls who'd duet with me.but not guys!how nice if 'he' plays the guitar!haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;we talked.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;thats why msn is useful.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-1981469743169093685?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/1981469743169093685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=1981469743169093685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1981469743169093685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1981469743169093685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-starting-workwoohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-6877932766126178514</id><published>2008-06-11T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:28:44.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/SE-MTaRlp7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/aSb050tT8Co/s1600-h/GUIDES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210537558989449138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/SE-MTaRlp7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/aSb050tT8Co/s320/GUIDES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh gawd.this was like donkey years ago.haha.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i miss GUIDES&lt;/span&gt;.dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-6877932766126178514?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/6877932766126178514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=6877932766126178514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6877932766126178514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6877932766126178514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/SE-MTaRlp7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/aSb050tT8Co/s72-c/GUIDES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14019749.post-6884991741933899464</id><published>2008-06-11T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:47:36.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh ya.and did i mention?i got a job,aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my mum was shocked.yes yes yes. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Charmaine's Working Now.&lt;/span&gt; Cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-6884991741933899464?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/6884991741933899464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=6884991741933899464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6884991741933899464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6884991741933899464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-8009449336832393111</id><published>2008-06-11T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:32:56.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i've changed. i'd tell you why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when watching a sad/touching movie/drama, others around me would be sobbing like crazy.and i, would be the one giving out tissue papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but now, i'll be the one needing tissue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i used to DETEST babies to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but now, i find them, kinda okay.haha.cute actually.well some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i couldnt really speak a proper sentence of chinese.i mean just imagine my orals for O levels.goodness.Hideous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and now, i can speak at least a proper conversation of at least 4 sentences!i'm so proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i used to think that clubbing was cool.and like the ultimate and fun ppl hung out there.ya.i was dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but now, clubbing is just for leisure.with good friends.pubbing would be better now for me.at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my table used to be like a heap of junk.totally messed up.just looked disgusting from every single damn angle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and now, not even a single book.all books are strictly on the shelves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in the past, i didnt give a hoot abt ppl just family and friends.full stop.boyfriends would sooner or later be past tense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but now, i look out of the window actually thinking abt &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; every now and then.and i wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have changed.and i know it myself.i give more now.and i love my family and friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just went out with fio!heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday was octtie, then harky and eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sunday was with CC and manqing.and some sorta supper with mr hiah.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;saturday was with cc,manqing and henry.then it was family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fri was with octtie, cc, manqing,henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thurs was with manqing,cc,henry,valley,and 2 other guys.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ohh the list goes on and on.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh ya.and i miss guides.i do.i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i miss alot of things actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;if i were just to know what you are thinking.just you.then maybe i can answer my train of questions i have here right now with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-8009449336832393111?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/8009449336832393111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=8009449336832393111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8009449336832393111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8009449336832393111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-5938295638891361433</id><published>2008-06-04T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:14:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i missed sch today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cause my neck got worse.and now the pain leads to a headache.you know those throbbing kind.and i cant look down.so now i'm facing the computer in a really awkward position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit man. i'm sad that i missed sch cause &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i missed out all the damn fun with the class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i dont wanna be associated with someone in class.it just sucks.i should just be healthy.drinks lots of fluids.and just stay healthy.and sleep earlier.yup.i will do just that.humph.i dont wanna miss anymore sch.it's no good.fruits.eat more fruits.and drink more milk.eat more veg.drink more fruit juice.ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;keep away snacks.just cut them up and throw them away.humph.i gotta get my damn life settled out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and no more late night chats.i'll sleep at 11pm sharp.ya.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'll be early for sch now.i must make it a point.MUST.i'm not going to revert to my old self.i'm angry at myself darn self.i'm so fucking chizzeddd.okay i'll go eat my fruits now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel like so disappointing.towards my friends and all.dammit charmaine.enough of your nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-5938295638891361433?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/5938295638891361433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=5938295638891361433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5938295638891361433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5938295638891361433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-missed-sch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-516553588403666774</id><published>2008-06-03T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:54:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i had a great time yesterday.went to watch Indiana Jones with my class.Lovedd it!well 6 of the other mates couldnt go.but the rest of the class went.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;UNITED WE STAND!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and my partner deside me, lam man qing, was hilarious.i mean it wasnt scary.just quite alot of action.like little things like skulls and such.and man qing had her jacket over her head!hahaha.she said it was scary...DIAO.....haha.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and so, after the show, which was like..5.30?going to 6..so some of us headed home.and as for me i thought it was too early.especially it was the LAST day of common tests.so we should celebrate!but they didnt quite agree with me):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;except ryuta.  (:    so together we went.starbucks.accompanied him home first so he could get his money and put his bag down.so from bishan all the way to toa payoh then we went to city hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yumm.starbucks.chatted.had alot to talk abt.i mean we always have like never ending stuffs to talk abt.and i was really entertained.haha.a pity we didnt have much time left.i mean we hanged out for so lonnng that, he actually had to run for his last train!weird.i thought it was only 11pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ohh well, it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hiking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tmr!yup yup.mount faber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i think i sprained my neck.i dont know how i do it!i guess i wasnt sleeping properly.so my neck was already aching.then,i decided to save my neck in the afternoon.so i tried like moving my head here and there like you know those warm up exercises.and suddenly, 'CAK'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD GAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-516553588403666774?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/516553588403666774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=516553588403666774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/516553588403666774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/516553588403666774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-great-time-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-842879603016695329</id><published>2008-06-02T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:50:00.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cruise was fun.it was like couples trip i guess.so many couples.well i mean,i dont envy them.but it does feel a little strange when they all walk beside you.if..you get what i mean.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;yea.i should.&lt;br /&gt;and i said sorry already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt mean what i say,you should know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what am i doing seriously.i am feeling kinda lost tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough abt that,i'm so looking forward to strings camp.ya i'm so random.cause i feel like my head's stuck with kuku thoughts.imperfect ones which drives me to the wall.and i'm talking rubbish.i'm drinking milo now and my pillow's here.ya.i'm really insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna pack my bag.i'm really outta my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-842879603016695329?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/842879603016695329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=842879603016695329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/842879603016695329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/842879603016695329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/06/cruise-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-2148615700440720202</id><published>2008-05-29T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:04:03.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;so i was chatting with this person online.actually i was just messing around.haha.and then he said the word DIAO.so i was like what??whats that?and then he answered me this!hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;person:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;diao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=.=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;charmaine:&lt;/span&gt; why are there so many equal signs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;person:&lt;/span&gt;the first is equal,then the following is a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;charmaine:&lt;/span&gt;thats a face?HOW CAN THAT BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;person:&lt;/span&gt;the dot is the nose.the line below is the eyebrows,then the line above is the eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;charmaine:&lt;/span&gt;ohh okayy.but you see, wouldnt it be scary if your eyes and eyebrows are of same length?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;person:&lt;/span&gt;aiyo.you think too much sia.i never thought of that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;charmaine:&lt;/span&gt;BUT i make sense(:  thats a fact(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;person:&lt;/span&gt;see, just like your smiley.   (:    your mouth so big meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.this guy is hilarious.hahahaha.he won.i laughed and laughed behind the screen of my computer like some mad nugget.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-2148615700440720202?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/2148615700440720202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=2148615700440720202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/2148615700440720202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/2148615700440720202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-was-chatting-with-this-person.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-1007916437083591884</id><published>2008-05-17T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:11:14.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i dont know how to feel or react. yesterday, was 20 bucks.and today was 50.what the hell is wrong with me.a total of 70 bucks.i lost a total of 70 bucks.i dont know how to comfort or console myself.like what?ohh dont worry.it's just 7000 cents?arggghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i blame myself.for being so careless.dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-1007916437083591884?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/1007916437083591884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=1007916437083591884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1007916437083591884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1007916437083591884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-know-how-to-feel-or-react.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-37248735107787101</id><published>2008-05-10T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:09:11.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'he has a difficult time opening up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he gets jealous easily.just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;his thinking and thoughts are the size of the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he hasnt grown up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he's easily influenced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he doesnt really show his emotions.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sounds bad huh?that was what i first thought when my friend confided in me.she told me she tried to be the 'human-can-opener',trying to open this bf of hers up.and it didnt work to.so i told her to give it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i mean whats the use?it's clear as cyrstal that he is not and not gonna be ready for the next few years.so theres no point in hanging on or even trying to help cause it's his loss after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The defination of a relationship is the interraction between two people.&lt;/strong&gt;the purpose of a relationship is to Relate, and not to keep each other company.and if your partner cant open up or trust in a relationship then screw it.dont waste your time.let him be in his own world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i've lost trust and respect for such people.and i'm sick and tired of it.and i guess i need a whole lot of time to get comfortable with this 'Mr' so i guess we'll just see how it goes.oh well:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my school work is killing me.i've been coming back like at 11 plus 12 at night?my presentation plus model is due next wed.my concert rehersal is this coming mon and i'm so screwed.my designs and stagnent for the time being.plus settling 2 money issues for strings.plus common tests are just around the corner.seriously, work is breathing down my neck.cant really rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUT,i'm meeting Mr Teo later.i guess it's been quite a while since we last chat.so...yea(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-37248735107787101?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/37248735107787101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=37248735107787101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/37248735107787101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/37248735107787101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-has-difficult-time-opening-up.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-7814110714055699650</id><published>2008-05-03T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:50:34.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i decided to give guitar a miss.sch work's piling up.damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i was just reflecting on life.i dont know.i guess i'm pretty affected by it.xx we're all praying for you and your family.we shall all go out and have dinner or something someday okay?whenever you're ready.just give any one of us a call and we'll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;how i wish we could do something to make you feel better.anything.we all love you girl,you know that.&lt;/span&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Please bless them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Take some of their sadness away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Guide and watch over them,with your unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Especially xx and her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-7814110714055699650?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/7814110714055699650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=7814110714055699650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7814110714055699650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7814110714055699650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-decided-to-give-guitar-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-1528098465564415081</id><published>2008-05-03T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:31:17.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;mothers' day is coming!aha.yayness.i've got tons of work to do plus guitar.help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;okay.irritating.i dont want your attention.and i dont need it.i'm sick and tired of all that pretending to be cool sort of acts.just cut it okayy.i dont need it.so,moral of the story?go get a life.p/s:you should cause yours is super boring.no girl is able to stand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;mothers' day is coming!haha.i dont feel like going for guitar.i'm tired:( i wanna go out with friends.hang out with them.i miss hanging out:(i wanna drink.i wanna go party again.i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know now,nothing we say can make Her feel better.She needs time alone.be strong okay sweets?we're all here(: i know this period of time is not easy.and we all know you need time.just take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-1528098465564415081?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/1528098465564415081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=1528098465564415081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1528098465564415081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1528098465564415081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-is-comingaha.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-1179450099020440042</id><published>2008-05-02T02:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T03:27:28.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/SBoVlqZ7TLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EZDzd2NeErY/s1600-h/DSCN1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195488856907664562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/SBoVlqZ7TLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EZDzd2NeErY/s320/DSCN1437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/SBoVmKZ7TMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bdRgqHbgloE/s1600-h/collage9-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195488865497599170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/SBoVmKZ7TMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bdRgqHbgloE/s320/collage9-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i dont wanna talk abt sad stuff right now.so here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;to sum up?i'm loving poly.every single bit of it.i've sch tmr.and i'm tired.i cant sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but tmr's out with octtie!.and of course.the famous swee.just hang out i guess.we'll never run out of topics:)i enjoy being with them.having heart to heart talks with them is just so relieving.i'm glad i have them(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;it's tiring.like guitar 4 days a week?but i enjoy it.i do.but somehow i'm finding it tiring.it's just sch work and cca now.i practically have &lt;em&gt;no time&lt;/em&gt; for anything else.oh well.i dont mind(: haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;girl,have lots and lots of rest.pull yourself togther alright?we're here with you(:take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-1179450099020440042?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/1179450099020440042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=1179450099020440042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1179450099020440042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1179450099020440042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-wanna-talk-abt-sad-stuff-right.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/SBoVlqZ7TLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EZDzd2NeErY/s72-c/DSCN1437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14019749.post-3774804825292874164</id><published>2008-04-25T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:07:37.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i never wanted to compete with you 2.i mean why should i?do you feel stronger when you've attempted to put me down?what's wrong with you 2.i dont wanna waste my time and please stop wasting your damn fcuking time trying to be oh-i-so-wanna-be-your-friend kinda attitude cause it's not working.i know what type of person you are so please.just get out of my way.i dont wanna swear right in front of your face.dont make me do it.cause i will.and i dont care.BUT i will control myself.argghh.kayy kayy kayy.i will.since my good friend mr hiah said so.must control.OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-3774804825292874164?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/3774804825292874164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=3774804825292874164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/3774804825292874164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/3774804825292874164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-never-wanted-to-compete-with-you-2.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-7958642101462195048</id><published>2008-04-23T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:02:13.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i'm sad cause i couldnt go to sch today!and yesterday was such a good start.wasted.like the first exchange of words like in 8 months?  :(       aiya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;stupid flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;school has been great.i dont know how am i going to survive guitar tmr.cant believe i have guitar like on saturdays as well.guess i'm really packed this sem.so i wont have time for alot of stuffs.heh.gues thats the way things are going to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hafta go pizza hut with clement cause he bugs me everytime i talk to him!which would be like soon cause the coupon's going to expire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-7958642101462195048?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/7958642101462195048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=7958642101462195048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7958642101462195048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7958642101462195048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sad-cause-i-couldnt-go-to-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-6898466106959766794</id><published>2008-04-22T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:10:55.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;okay i'm bored):                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i'm waiting for auntie su to come back with my waffle then i'll be going to the doc's.sighh.got up with a really bad flu and cough.tsk.i just hope the doc give me like liquid medication?i cant swallow tablets.but she just wont listen to me.she always gives me tablets:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;looks like sakae treat has to be canceled:( cause i forgot that i havent finish my drawing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;well i'm looking on the bright side.at least i'm going for a field trip today! heh cant wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;please dont give me tablets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont give me tablets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont give me tablets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont give me tablets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont give me tablets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont give me tablets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont give me tablets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-6898466106959766794?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/6898466106959766794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=6898466106959766794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6898466106959766794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6898466106959766794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-im-bored-im-waiting-for-auntie-su.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-8654969188453305669</id><published>2008-04-21T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:41:03.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>muahaha!today was the slack-iest day ever!i started at like 9.10 and guess what time class ended?10.30!hahaha.yea!10.30!enjoyed the whole day. slacked around alot cause i'm still in the holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so loving &lt;a onclick="urchinTracker('/VideoWatch/ChannelNameLink');" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/boyceavenue"&gt;boyceavenue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.it's a band.go check them out on youtube.&lt;/strong&gt;they are just simply amazing.he just knows he's music so well.like wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everythings going my way!i cant wait for the sakae treat tmr.yummm.jonathan says it's his treat.heh.yayness.  (:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally i know how to win in this game in my psp.it's like this wrestling game.like smackdown versus raw or something.i played the 'buried alive' match,and although i always beat my opponent till he's like totally injured, but i still cant seem to throw him into the coffin and bury him:( but then, calvin taught me alr.muahaha.my favourite player now is john cena.heh. i bet you guys dont know what i 'm talking abt.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been coughing the whole day.plus flu.just keep sneezing.arghh.i think i'll go sleep now.plus plus!class is not at 8 anymore..so means i can have more sleep(:haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-8654969188453305669?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/8654969188453305669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=8654969188453305669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8654969188453305669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8654969188453305669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/04/muahahatoday-was-slack-iest-day-everi.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-7411289926133867676</id><published>2008-04-15T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:11:20.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;arggghh.not avoiding you doesnt mean that you can bug me every damn single day.i'm fcuking irritated with you and your attitude.stop being so desperate.just stop it.STOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-7411289926133867676?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/7411289926133867676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=7411289926133867676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7411289926133867676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7411289926133867676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/04/arggghh.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-4637603070384787005</id><published>2008-04-12T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:33:22.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Currently this is favourite song!yup.better in time.cause i'm so in love with leona lewis and i'm equally in love with all her songs.say i've got good taste.haha.well i'll like to thank brandon for buying me a jacket!wooots.ehhh even it's not really what i expected.but haha.it's okay.it's from hongkong kay!i should be thankful:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;so ya tmr i'll be going to sch.yes tmr.by 10 in the morning.i'm not sure whether i can make it for rebecca's party tmr:( i hope i can.cause after that i've got guitar again.gawd.how.okay i'll see how.then i'll still be meeting clement!yes!ah ong!lol.okay.i'm meeting a friend!gotta hangout before sch reopens.and and i'm going to school with CLARABEL LOW WEI LI on mon!yay.happiness.and she's coming over to my house to stay too.heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-4637603070384787005?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/4637603070384787005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=4637603070384787005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4637603070384787005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4637603070384787005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/04/currently-this-is-favourite-songyup.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-5840159021450775591</id><published>2008-04-09T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:08:39.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ryuta gave me a bracelet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;okay i dont know what you call it but i love it!it's those wooden type kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;super nice!he got it from everest!yes yes.that tall moutain that ppl die climbing from.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187292747257223106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/R_z3RSo6F8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TV03pvx2p_k/s320/P1090617-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187292755847157714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/R_z3Ryo6F9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/24dGMzs-AOg/s320/P1090619-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;c'mon.say it's nice.haha.i like it:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;just came back from chalet.with my classmates from ngee ann.it was great enjoyed myself.and i'm happy:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-5840159021450775591?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/5840159021450775591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=5840159021450775591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5840159021450775591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5840159021450775591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/04/ryuta-gave-me-bracelet-okay-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/R_z3RSo6F8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TV03pvx2p_k/s72-c/P1090617-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14019749.post-8069108729432644202</id><published>2008-04-04T03:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T04:24:47.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm sad.yes.sad.just sad.cause it's difficult.but yet,it's the best for me.so ya.okay.i'll do it.dont ask why.i cant possibly be hanging on.on this thin thread.this never ending silence.dreadful.how i wish to go back to sch.to go back to studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-8069108729432644202?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/8069108729432644202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=8069108729432644202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8069108729432644202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8069108729432644202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-7314405399971716554</id><published>2008-04-04T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:54:37.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SHUTTER wasnt that scary.i mean the make up wasnt scary.and the storyline was almost the same.so i'll rate it 2.5/5.i watched it with CLEMENT.yes clement ONG sheng jie.or is it wei sheng?ohh well.hahaha.then he sent me home.sweet right?awwww.ohh well. i will hang out with him more often(: he's a good listening ear and i enjoy his company(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-7314405399971716554?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/7314405399971716554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=7314405399971716554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7314405399971716554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7314405399971716554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/04/shutter-wasnt-that-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-5174570851219178940</id><published>2008-03-28T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:34:40.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i just came back from chalet!pictures would be up soon!another chalet with 4e1(:(: okay i'm going to make this fast and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;we had fun although there were a number of people who were sick during this time of stay.yea.guess the germs are around!xx and fio!get well soon okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;as usual, the last night was full of pictures.and we had an INTERESTING story from swee mole.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;xixiang was The Spark of the night.she was super funny.i definitely wont get bored as long as xx's around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;watched movies that yu brought for us.how sweet right! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;bought herbal tea for fio 2 days in a row...but guess it didnt work):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;yang came looking super tanned!i was like woah.heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;cindy was practically enjoying every commotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;jovy was entertaining definitely and sure helped alot with the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;jer was helping alot with the food too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and swee mole, haha got drunk while drinking water.tsk tsk.yup water.i tsk tsk at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;okay pictures will be up next! hopefully by this week.cause i wont have time to blog as i have practices.. sorry):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND AND, 1G03 class chalet on the 7/4/08.woooooooh how i'm loving life(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-5174570851219178940?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/5174570851219178940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=5174570851219178940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5174570851219178940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5174570851219178940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-came-back-from-chaletpictures.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-8190511895498487564</id><published>2008-03-19T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T03:44:56.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;alrighty. today is THE day.my g-o-d.save me.maybe thats the reason i cant sleep.scared.i dont wanna go.&lt;em&gt;whines.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i feel like evaporating.then later onwards, i'll condense back to earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ya right.silly me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;all these dumb mosquitoes.causing my body to itch all over.blood suckers.i have like 1...2...3....4............9!Nine darn mosquito bites!those little vampires.they shall all eveaporate!and never condense back to earth!-wahahaha-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay sorry yup that was nonsense.yup i cant think straight and i cant sleep.i'll go force myself to sleep:)    sounds good.nighty nights:):)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-8190511895498487564?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/8190511895498487564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=8190511895498487564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8190511895498487564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8190511895498487564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/03/alrighty.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-313109936935230565</id><published>2008-03-18T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:40:01.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;aiyo.i have guitar later.i'm going gym tmr with fio!heh.happiness.i hope time this week goes slow.yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;cupids are now in my bad book.damn irritating.bad cupids.i dread seeing him.this is crazy.yuck.but,i can handle it.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-313109936935230565?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/313109936935230565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=313109936935230565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/313109936935230565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/313109936935230565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/03/aiyo.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-7921537147371143638</id><published>2008-03-11T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T02:15:51.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;help.i've been having the runs ever since i came back like 2 hours ago?i idint really eat much what.japanese food for lunch.then mee sua with lotsa chicken wings for dinner.oh and yusheng.and cake.okay wait...hmmmm.ya.sounds undigestable.my tummy is like bloated.not with food, but air.so uncomfortable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i have guitar tmr.yup again.i'm tired.cant wait to go to school.it actually helps me take my mind off certain issues.which is a good thing:) thank god.and i'm actually coping quite well now.i hope this helps in the long run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i know why it's hard to let go.cause i myself didnt really let go of it either.stupid right.yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-7921537147371143638?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/7921537147371143638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=7921537147371143638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7921537147371143638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7921537147371143638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/03/help.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-4965572018606407120</id><published>2008-03-10T03:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T03:58:54.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;baby love.i love that name from the start.and now, there's a song titled that.perfect.i know it had been around for a long time, i was backdated.i wanna go gym.sigh.if i hadnt have to go tmr, then i could go gym with fio:(sad. wed k fio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;babbbbyyy loovvee.you make the sun come up.ya right.that is too drastic.wake up! and oh ya, my cousin, got into NGEE ANN!yay.and now, she has a new pet.g-o-d i cant believe it.a baby pet snail.sighh.YES.i dont know hpw she does it.i think it'll die soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great hang out with the clique again.like after 3 centuries.and finally we went out on wednesday. and the pics, are basically above:) hahaha.well i tried uploading! but it says they're unable to so.enjoy the song! cause i myself love it.and i wanna watch step up 2.cause it looks hot.and you know theres this new show featuring jessica alba and this hayden guy.the one who acted in jumper.i think the movie is called AWAKE.go check it out.disgusting but cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and one last thing,someone, please help me drill this into yanka's head.1001 times ive been telling her that the higher the GPA, the better your results are!she just dont get it.she keep telling me to get 1! haha. but adorable:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-4965572018606407120?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/4965572018606407120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=4965572018606407120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4965572018606407120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4965572018606407120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-love.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-5947363958552315380</id><published>2008-03-04T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T02:45:56.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;fucking jerks. it's like what? 2.15 in the morning. and like some *think-they-are-cool* guys racing their bikes at this hour.making some awful loud distracting noise from their fucked up motors. and their bikes are like 4 times smaller than the normal sized ones.but it's fast.i;m serious. it's that small.practically for toddlers.wonder where they got those ridiculous clowned-like 2 wheeled monsters.well, in fact, those jerks are THE monsters.waking people up at night.fucking stupid.i'm here, trying to get some good night sleep cause i've got a meeting tmr, and there they are, flaunting some toy for toddlers.  this is SO IRRITATING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;well, since i cant sleep, so i might as well blog. yes, i;m even busier now, during the holidays.cause i;ve this big annual concert coming up. and i have to coordinate the guitar's side. it's tough. wont deny that. and like i have totally no time for other stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;well, at least i have things to look forward to:) like, thailand, chalets.yeap. haha.like woah, that's my first 'haha' in the whole entry. rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ahhhh.i hate this. th thi this cupid thing.and whatever love you call it is, it's not in the air right now.and i dont need cupids.he is great.ya.i know.but at some point, i just cant.it's just not there.or, maybe cause i just cant get over it.yet.i know.this sounds freaking unfair and impossible.but yes i sorted my feelings out, and ya.i havent gotten over him.yes.him.shit.how can this ever happen?it never did happened before.i cant believe this myself.shit.i thought it was over.really.but.shit.this is so fucked up.shoot.but i'm not a player Okay.it's just that,shit happens.and i hope this will get cleaned up.pleasseee.i'm sick and tired of you popping into my head every once in a while.it's not shoppping you know!i just hate to like you.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shoot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-5947363958552315380?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/5947363958552315380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=5947363958552315380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5947363958552315380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5947363958552315380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/03/fucking-jerks.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-5945088302823421702</id><published>2008-02-20T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:23:50.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh G-O-D. tmr's my last paper. i cant wait for this to end. then i can go gym. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cause i;ve been studying like theres no tomorrow. i;m so serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;studying means stress. stress means eating. and eating means fatness. so this gives me a perfect reason why i should touch my books so often.haha. my blog's dead. yup i know. i will update more often once my exams are over and done with. my paper's tmr, 9am till 11am. and it's like i have to reach school by what?8.30am?which is like crazy?oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after that,HEHE.i can go gymming with fio!! yay.happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-5945088302823421702?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/5945088302823421702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=5945088302823421702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5945088302823421702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5945088302823421702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-g-o-d.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-8024914053836428310</id><published>2008-02-11T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:25:51.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;omg you're so sweet. just stop it okay.stop.i cant afford it now.and no cupid!sounds stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-8024914053836428310?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/8024914053836428310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=8024914053836428310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8024914053836428310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8024914053836428310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/02/omg-youre-so-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-8251941958672835475</id><published>2008-01-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:09:04.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;charmaine would never hope to date any fickle minded guy. heh.that is the moral of this short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh well!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get a new hard disk! 120GB! or maybe 160GB! heh.psp is fun.i love my guitar.and i wanna hang out after exams! :)then i shall go starbucks!heh!with fio,van,pri,lyn,yu,hai!yay! and 1G03!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-8251941958672835475?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/8251941958672835475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=8251941958672835475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8251941958672835475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8251941958672835475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/01/charmaine-would-never-hope-to-date-any.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-4575992623928540560</id><published>2008-01-01T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:08:11.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY.HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY! i know my blog's dead. sorry.i'll update more often!school's starting tmr and i'm happy. i wanna go back to school. i wanna see my friends.i feel empty not waking up early to board the train.i dont want holidays.like staying at home gives me headaches.help.anyways,i'm going for soccer tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown was beautiful.the fireworks filled the sky but it was sure noisy.didnt have enough sleep too!i'm tired.so many things happened during the holidays,unbelievable but true.one, i washed the dishes!haa. okay great i've gtg. i'll update soon. with pics okay. LOVES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-4575992623928540560?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/4575992623928540560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=4575992623928540560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4575992623928540560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4575992623928540560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-5819509095563940721</id><published>2007-10-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:25:02.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whhy wont you listen. dont be sucha toot. you're a toot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-5819509095563940721?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/5819509095563940721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=5819509095563940721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5819509095563940721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5819509095563940721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/10/whhy-wont-you-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-97231546969196980</id><published>2007-10-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:19:35.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;life is so vulnerable.  tears are shed. i was shocked.  the first thing i wanted to do was to just go see her and that i'll be there for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;be strong girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-97231546969196980?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/97231546969196980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=97231546969196980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/97231546969196980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/97231546969196980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-is-so-vulnerable.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-9053140265415745176</id><published>2007-10-11T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:37:37.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;okay now, do i look like someone whom you can just easily pickup? what's wrog with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i was walking home from the bus stop at like 12am from my rehearsal. and then there was this malay guy whose car just stopped beside and he claimed that he lost his way. asking me whether can i lead him to this block. hell no. i'm not dumb. just because he has a nice car doesnt mean it's gonna be a successful pickup. he even asked me whether i could get in the car and lead him the way! fool. a daring fool. wasted my time.  pppfftt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so tired after practice. -yawns-  night night ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-9053140265415745176?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/9053140265415745176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=9053140265415745176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/9053140265415745176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/9053140265415745176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-now-do-i-look-like-someone-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-7766893519029065265</id><published>2007-09-29T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:43:19.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR WISHES, TEXTS AND COMMENTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CHERRIOS!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; -LOVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm happy cause, I'M &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yayness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-7766893519029065265?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/7766893519029065265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=7766893519029065265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7766893519029065265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7766893519029065265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/09/thank-you-all-for-your-wishes-texts-and.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-479774919081267968</id><published>2007-09-26T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:07:44.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i feel so blessed surrounded by so many wonderful ppl around me. FIONA, thank you so so much for the present. i love it! no doubt we're from diff schools but you still remembered! i'm so touched. headed for the gym today with lovely fio. jumped into the shower for a bit then headed off to TM. we walked around.. then had pastamania for dinner. but both of us were tired, so we went home :)  i'll be going gymming with fio again! yayness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;NOT FORGETTING my lovely classmates who got the the portugal jacket for me! i soooo love it. i'm loving beautiful september so so much. i love the people around me. ALL of them totally just make my everyday    :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'm meeting octtie tmr! yayness! and baba the next day. and family on sat. alright man! charmaine is happy:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-479774919081267968?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/479774919081267968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=479774919081267968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/479774919081267968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/479774919081267968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-feel-so-blessed-surrounded-by-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-1981761013774081030</id><published>2007-09-25T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:35:35.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many things tied up within the upcoming days. so busy. but, still blogging. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sat, my classmates celebrated my birthday in advanced. it was touching. really. they got me this jacket my gawd, it's gorgeous. it was sincere. i couldnt express the feeling. hahaha. how i love them so! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS guys. so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning 17. hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-1981761013774081030?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/1981761013774081030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=1981761013774081030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1981761013774081030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1981761013774081030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-many-things-tied-up-within-upcoming.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-300330428654351207</id><published>2007-09-16T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T02:57:16.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The chalet was kinda last min but okay, seriously i expected more fun. really. went to swee's house to collect all the food with serene and fio. first 2 nights were quite disastrous. serious. but the last night was memorable. we all enjoyed ourselves on the last night:) i would do the chalet the next time:) any helpers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;jun yang (THE dragon boat-er! ), serene, haikal, vanessa and myself, went out for a walk, also, to send haikal off, then we stopped buy to take some pics of the ben and jerry's COW! yup yup. the pics are below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;funny part was when swee chye got locked up in the cupboard. it was hilarious! the best part was, he went in HIMSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SWEE CHYE&lt;/span&gt;: okay everybody! * waves hand* bye.. bye.. (walks into the cupboard )bye.. ( and closes the cupboard door )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you see? how itchy backside our friend here could get? he was pratically asking for trouble. and true enough we taught him a lesson. vanessa immediately put a chair in front of the door, to prevent swee from getting out. then jun yang sat on the chair! hahaha. swee was trapped in there for easily 4 mins. you think he deserved it? yes yes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we played truth or dare on the 3rd night, till almost everyone was sub-consciencely playing. means they were like already half asleep, but forcing themselves to play. so funny can! especially xi xiang! hahaha. and the questions asked were like, HILARIOUS. i cant say it out, but hahahahaha. i would have never thought of such questions. it was like so random!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;most of them slept around 3 odd, as they had work the following day. but still! 3! take my hat of them, they were kind and patient enough to entertain swee's &lt;strong&gt;compulsory&lt;/strong&gt; "truth or dare" game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so after that, it was left the 4 of us, vanessa, &lt;strong&gt;JEMERY&lt;/strong&gt;, swee mole and myself. we went outside to chat, catch up on sch and horror stories. AS usual, swee mole's voice is the loudest. i think i've told him to lower down like easliy 10 times. but cause there's always a climax in his story, he'll go Louder and LOUDER. haha. it must be the mole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i miss secondary school so badly :(  &lt;br /&gt; the memories that we share, the people. it's just absolutely impoosible to forget.  4E1, we should so totally do this again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110499161161931506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/Ruwj6RX9GvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mLOiUp3XDNw/s320/IMG_5993-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;swee, priyanka, myself and yang (below).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110499161161931522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/Ruwj6RX9GwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2NtwDptJSQM/s320/IMG_5997-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The black team! it was co coincidental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110499165456898834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/Ruwj6hX9GxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9xs5fvmta4s/s320/IMG_6032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kenneth and XX's bro! another mr macho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110490167500413522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwbuxX9GlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pA1pFK9pqvo/s320/P1070514-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we &lt;strong&gt;ABSOLUTELY&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyed each others company! give me an &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwbuxX9GmI/AAAAAAAAAII/YjnIpZiLVJU/s1600-h/IMG_5998-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110490167500413538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwbuxX9GmI/AAAAAAAAAII/YjnIpZiLVJU/s320/IMG_5998-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i like this picture! so candid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwbvBX9GnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tJ1Rep_Q-3E/s1600-h/IMG_5996-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110490171795380850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwbvBX9GnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tJ1Rep_Q-3E/s320/IMG_5996-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the 4!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwbvBX9GoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8GIBjYC03YU/s1600-h/IMG_5977-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110490171795380866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwbvBX9GoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8GIBjYC03YU/s320/IMG_5977-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's my sister, i'm his brother :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwaaxX9GgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/G4FfxhBy2mA/s1600-h/P1070496-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110488724391401986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwaaxX9GgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/G4FfxhBy2mA/s320/P1070496-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;this girl made the chalet possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwaaxX9GhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8r-c4U1pcbQ/s1600-h/P1070561-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110488724391402002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwaaxX9GhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8r-c4U1pcbQ/s320/P1070561-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; THERE! THE COW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwabRX9GiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Zu0g-e2OaEY/s1600-h/P1070550.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110488732981336610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwabRX9GiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Zu0g-e2OaEY/s320/P1070550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;fiona's flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110488737276303922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwabhX9GjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1SGNaC83GGE/s320/P1070581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;yang wants to fly.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110487603404937714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwZZhX9GfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uiAe4MXzBfw/s320/P1070553.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and he?  sigh. just cant make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwabhX9GkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4X_R1AFfxuo/s1600-h/P1070534.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110488737276303938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwabhX9GkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4X_R1AFfxuo/s320/P1070534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locking swee mole in the cupboard... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwZYhX9GbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3sY_lbjgE1s/s1600-h/P1070436.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110487586225068466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwZYhX9GbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3sY_lbjgE1s/s320/P1070436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;whose is it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwZYxX9GcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aM1Zog-LlgM/s1600-h/P1070458-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110487590520035778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwZYxX9GcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aM1Zog-LlgM/s320/P1070458-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;fio's boo boo! she ate my marshmellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwZZBX9GdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/59nkZToIRCM/s1600-h/P1070466-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110487594815003090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwZZBX9GdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/59nkZToIRCM/s320/P1070466-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;heee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwZZBX9GeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lCrGODpwBtY/s1600-h/P1070491-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110487594815003106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RuwZZBX9GeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lCrGODpwBtY/s320/P1070491-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture of that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-300330428654351207?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/300330428654351207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=300330428654351207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/300330428654351207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/300330428654351207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/09/chalet-was-kinda-last-min-but-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/Ruwj6RX9GvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mLOiUp3XDNw/s72-c/IMG_5993-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14019749.post-1926207506810699481</id><published>2007-09-02T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T02:52:30.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jojo - Beautiful Girls lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I say it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I say it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I remember whenI was hanging with my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That's when I caught your eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You thought that I was fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Right then you wished that I would be your baby (be your baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You tried to spit some game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Asking me girl what's ya name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Saw that that ice upon ya chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So I asked you the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Something tells me that we'd have fun together (fun together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I ain't easy to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm a one of a kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh when I judge you whineI know your only mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tonight is yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tomorrow is for another guy (another guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You've been calling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Leaving messages all week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cause your curiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Got ya knees weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm not looking for a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So I don't want no confusion (no confusion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I took ya to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Had ya begging me for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But that was my queue to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So I hit the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I left you hot&lt;br /&gt;But your mind is still running wild (running wild)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I ain't easy to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm a one of a kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh when I judge you whine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I know your only mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If you stick around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Be careful not to fall in love (fall in love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now a couple months have past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Never thought that this would last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh everybody asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;How ya got a girl like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But you should've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That nothing lasts forever (lasts forever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I mash up ya mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I tell you lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But boy don't be suprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That I'm seeing other guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm too young to settle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And you should've known better (known better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just because i sang the song beautiful girls by jojo cause i was forced to, now my friends are sending me ridiculous messages telling me that they are sucidal. HOW DUMB. totally. i feel sad for them. but looks like they enjoy it. one even told me that he has finally discovered his PASSION. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Zack: CHARMAINE! guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Zack: i've finally found my passion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME: really? like what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Zack: irritating you! it's so fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME: okay.............that's quite sad.......err...okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;well, i met up with cev after i came back from malaysia today. yup, i'm super exhausted. dont feel like going for lessons tmr! but i cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i went back to siglap yesterday. saw all those good old faces again. and that was when i realised how much i miss them. NOT THE SCHOOL and the PRINCIPAL. but the teachers and friends. i miss them sooooo much! then went to eat with priyanka and haikal. Pri, is just sooo fusy! she kept saying " ZOOM OUT! ZOOM OUT! NO! I SAID ZOOM OUT! " hahaha. but she's so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105302376041630690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RtmtdkLrS-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hiC3nQMDTNE/s320/P1070291.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"I SAID ZOOM OUT!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105302384631565298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RtmteELrS_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/VmHVlBLGrVw/s320/P1070297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAIKAL AND PRI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105302388926532610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RtmteULrTAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AapbPp03ce4/s320/P1070311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were so not ready!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105303514207964194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/Rtmuf0LrTCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nDuEAO_Erf4/s320/P1070166-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We watched hairspray! i was sooo happy to see her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105303522797898802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RtmugULrTDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/e4LQ5zllfow/s320/P1070195-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;candid:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105304579359853634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/Rtmvd0LrTEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CggAgkEpIFE/s320/P1070202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cooking lunch. YES ME:) but the counter was kinda short. so i had to bend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105304587949788242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RtmveULrTFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wM7IuTG3zwQ/s320/P1070211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fried pasta with lotsa ingredients. yumm yumm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105304596539722866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/Rtmve0LrTHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/P5UFozXoi2g/s320/P1070252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was tired after cooking....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105304592244755554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RtmvekLrTGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1P_ph4PQKnI/s320/P1070237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Er. Van went abit unstable after cleaning the whole kitchen. but i helped!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-1926207506810699481?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/1926207506810699481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=1926207506810699481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1926207506810699481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1926207506810699481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/09/jojo-beautiful-girls-lyrics-chorus-im.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RtmtdkLrS-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hiC3nQMDTNE/s72-c/P1070291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14019749.post-6949607723661658173</id><published>2007-08-25T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:23:23.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i cant seem to concentrate. all thanks to mr winkle. he's so cute. i bet all of you out there would just fall in love if you see mr winkle. because, i did. the first ever male that i really fell for. the oh-so ever mighty gorgoeus thing living on the face of this planet. i wanna live in winkle's world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="://www.youtube.com/v/ESoXmPpxYKc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESoXmPpxYKc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;now this is mr winkle. this vid is quite boring but just see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;00.38, where it almost fell, and the photograpgher shrieked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;00.45. the part where it got a shock. sooo cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but one thing i'mpuzzled by mr winkle is that, he seems a little retarded dont you think? sorry mr winkle! but it doesnt really move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-6949607723661658173?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/6949607723661658173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=6949607723661658173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6949607723661658173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6949607723661658173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-seem-to-concentrate.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-4152855296885466325</id><published>2007-08-23T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:59:52.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;HA! EXAMS ARE OVER.   i'm happy. now i can spend quality time with my secondary sch friends! The chalet! i cant wait. i miss them like eff can.    heee:)   i'm happy. hahahaha. hahahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;well, i have good plans tmr:)    and the following day. and next week. and the following week. hahahahaaha! just great:)      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear god, please dont make time fly this time round. let me spend quality time with my beloved friends first okay?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;thank you god.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;well, went to suntec's starbuckssss. i couldnt finish my drink. thank goodness nessa was with me. thanks  nessa!  :)  and not forgetting cerlyn of course. she got abit OFF when she saw this ang moh baby. one moment saying he's cute, and the other saying he's dirty and ugly.  sighh. sad case. well. babies not really appeal to me. too bad. i'm so sure cerlyn would get married and have at least, AT LEAST 3 kids. I'M THAT SURE.    -grins-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, for today, something felt really different. the feeling never felt so cold before. even though it was just glances but still! sighhh. shyness.   heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-4152855296885466325?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/4152855296885466325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=4152855296885466325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4152855296885466325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4152855296885466325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/08/ha-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-2533494110910307792</id><published>2007-08-20T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:10:24.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;something different for an entry today   (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Home!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What are your plans later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- BOOKS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Colour of clothe you're wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What did you eat just now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- cheeseburger meal at macs.  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- mmm hmmm. brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Schooling at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ngee Ann Poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Loving it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Slacking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nooope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thinking of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;tsk. stop it okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Romance or comedy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bestfriend of gf/bf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- bestfriend of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;White or Black?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- BLACK. i'm EMO.  haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Music or TVing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BOTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last spoke on the phone with: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Calyce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last msged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How would you rate this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;probably a 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;outta 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-2533494110910307792?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/2533494110910307792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=2533494110910307792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/2533494110910307792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/2533494110910307792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-different-for-entry-today.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-4626365682073421800</id><published>2007-08-15T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:10:20.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Zack's tagging right in front of me.  HOW DUMB.   haha.  nono, dont get the wrong idea. we're studying. YES. but it's break time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i cant wait for the fireworks   :)   and tonight. and tmr night. and the following night. and the following night. etc...   heeeeee.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but of course, studies are no exception!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hope i wont see you tonight. cause it'll ruin my evening.  really.  so?  dont even turn up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-4626365682073421800?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/4626365682073421800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=4626365682073421800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4626365682073421800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4626365682073421800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/08/zacks-tagging-right-in-front-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-4416852455888798456</id><published>2007-08-13T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:52:05.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rush Hour 3 was quite disappointing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The story plot has alot of loop holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And it's short, there wasnt really any climax but some parts were funny.  yea. thats about all. i'll rate it like at most 2.5 stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;went to Secret Recipe, and felt so ashamed of myself. i couldnt even finish 1 slice of cheesecake. dont know where to even hide my face! then had Pastamania. NOW, i finished the whole plate. ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i have soo many plans coming up. so excited. but first, it's gonna be studies. cause exams are like next week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and you know what, mixing milo and horlicks aint that bad. it's nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway, i want pancakes for brunch tmr, someone make it for me? volunteers anyone? there are incentives!   :) &lt;/span&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;charmaine is confused again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-4416852455888798456?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/4416852455888798456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=4416852455888798456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4416852455888798456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4416852455888798456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/08/rush-hour-3-was-quite-disappointing.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-4871315869446641522</id><published>2007-08-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:14:02.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's raining yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wishes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- go out with fiona for dinner  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- new shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- exams to be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- go for chalet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- finish my Sidbey Sheldon book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;okay! thats all for now:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fio hun! happy that you're in my entry?  heee.  -winks-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-4871315869446641522?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/4871315869446641522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=4871315869446641522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4871315869446641522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4871315869446641522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-raining-yay-wishes-go-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-4953106365520837769</id><published>2007-08-09T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:12:26.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;change of plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i'm not going to for the fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;was invited to go for the count down at the siloso resort for national day last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;but then again, i decided not to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'M SAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;listening to songs help, but not that much either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i guess jerome's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i'm emo-ing again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;so, i need dancing lobsters in tutu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;jeremy yeo! i want my dancing lobsters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;hahaha. kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;okay, i'm blogging now cause, i may not be touching my blog for a week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;theres alot to do currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;exams and such. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;PLUS, the headaches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;cheerios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-4953106365520837769?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/4953106365520837769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=4953106365520837769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4953106365520837769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4953106365520837769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/08/change-of-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-8368794452942637883</id><published>2007-08-09T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T02:53:11.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;great. now i feel so refreshed after my shower. plus, a can of coffee:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;yup i guess i wouldnt have to sleep then. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i wanna watch the fire works! yay. i cant wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;okay, recap for the past week, hmmmm, my group and friends were like rushing out this major project which was supposed to be due this mon. but fortunately it was postponed till next week:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sat,i went to sentosa with my classmates. played with the seawater. and caught fishes(wasnt my idea). wasnt that scary afterall. YUP. I TOUCHED THE SEAWATER. no one forced me. i went in myself:) then went to buy some materials for the project. then headed for hougang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;for sunday,went for guitar, but i had to leave early because i have to meet for the project again. The national library was packed! then met cerlyn and ryu ta to buy a birthday present for a classmate. Vanessa:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;mon, from 9-5 was school for the project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;tues, i was supposed to meet cerlyn before class. but then, this girl actually made me wait for 20 mins. YES, charmaine waited for 20 mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;wed, catched the movie DISTURBIA with Man Qing, CC, Cerlyn And Ryu ta. thrilling. really thrilling. i wasnt scared! but the screams from cerlyn made me nervous. and ryu ta beside me was like laughing can! sooo sad. after everything, cerlyn said i was trying to 'act hero' not to be scared.   :(   sad case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i'm sad. so much is going through my head now.  small little things add up to a big headache.   how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-8368794452942637883?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/8368794452942637883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=8368794452942637883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8368794452942637883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8368794452942637883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/08/great.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-1553393189755333983</id><published>2007-07-29T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:06:01.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sometimes, i wonder. if i should have done those things in the past. Doing them is one, regretting is another different story altogether. i guess i was wrong about him then. i dont know. People do make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-1553393189755333983?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/1553393189755333983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=1553393189755333983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1553393189755333983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1553393189755333983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-6466354468232008415</id><published>2007-07-08T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T03:48:49.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what time is it now?  great 3am. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3am.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to?  MR COCKROACH. the stupid twisted eyed monster.  here's what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i came back from my aunt's house with my mum at about 12 plus? it was reaching 1. and i was so tired cause i was out like the whole day? so i decided to rest for abit. went to the toilet to take my lens stuff. THEN, i saw something. something black-brown moving on my toothbrush. YES, ON MY TOOTH BRUSH. i gave a loud shriek of course. it was Mr Cockroach. Crawling happily from one toothbrush to another. i stoned for a moment cause i was too scared and tired. then i ran out to get my all time insect destroyer, BYGON. i was expecting mr roach to have gone into hiding by then. but no. it didnt. in fact, it was in its exact same position. &lt;em&gt;i'm sure it could sense danger! if not what are its feelers for? sucha brainless creature.&lt;/em&gt; then it went into the see-through toothbrush holder. and refused to come out. so i kept knocking the to force it to come out. 20 mins later, it crawled out slowly. i mean i have to get it killed if not i cant bathe! so once it was on the pipe, i sprayed on it! yay! then it went to the back of the pipe. i tired to find it but, it was gone. SUDDENLY, it just dropped down like 2 steps away from me from the ceiling. i shrieked again. &lt;em&gt;stupid twsited eyed creature.&lt;/em&gt; it was like some spastic cockroach struggling. oozing out some black liquid from its backside. &lt;em&gt;disgusting.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so to make sure it was dead, i took it by the feelers, of course with gloves and toilet paper, i threw it into the toilet bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but to make sure it's really gonna die, i sprayed one last time.then i flushed. haa! i could bathe in peace at last!  whole toilet drama took about 1 hour. yes an hour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so from this experience. i can conclude something. Lizards are smarter that cockroaches. at least, lizards would crawl very fast as long as they see you. or at least in danger, it'll drop it's tail, but for roaches, they basically do nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that why, i believe that God is always fair. nothing is perfect. so what if cockroaches can survive nuclear wars? it's brainless! so, might as well die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;cockroaches are pests because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- they are brainless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- they are ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- they help spread diseases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- they cause heart attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- they are ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- they are so filthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- they dont contribute to the society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- they are ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- they die spastically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- THEY ARE UGLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-6466354468232008415?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/6466354468232008415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=6466354468232008415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6466354468232008415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6466354468232008415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-time-is-it-now-great-3am.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-4190706647224869280</id><published>2007-07-06T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:12:40.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;rock climbing was super fun. i finished it! can you believe it? i'm so proud of myself!  i feel so strong. but, i have a problem. i cant hold things properly now. ya great, i just remembered, i have guitar on sunday,&lt;em&gt; wonderful&lt;/em&gt;.  AND also, can i read 2 Sidney Sheldon books in a week:) yes yes, it's a happy happy week.  great friends. great class. HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-4190706647224869280?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/4190706647224869280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=4190706647224869280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4190706647224869280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4190706647224869280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/07/rock-climbing-was-super-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-58231228331780383</id><published>2007-06-28T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:37:39.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you're always the priority. whatever you say mummy listens. fucking assumptions and crap. no wonder sometimes studying overseas would be a better choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-58231228331780383?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/58231228331780383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=58231228331780383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/58231228331780383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/58231228331780383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/06/youre-always-priority.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-3177388523770790962</id><published>2007-06-27T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:15:35.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: Ahh going to school? Temasek Poly uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: YUP. Temasek Poly. Very near, i'm walking there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay like seriously, something is like really really wrong here. what's her problem? i'm effing irritated. after time and time, again and again telling her where i'm from and she still cant get it. this is a really sad case.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;secondly, i think babies are flooding the place. SINGAPORE. here. somebody has got to do something about it! they not only run about but throw toys onto the floor and CRY. cry cry cry. i was in the train today, this botak baby was crying all the way from tampines to lavander! if i wasnt late, i would have gotten off the damn train. it was so noisy, plus, the train was rather empty, compared to peak hours, thus the cries were echoed everywhere! E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i almost went into coma then. goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-3177388523770790962?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/3177388523770790962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=3177388523770790962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/3177388523770790962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/3177388523770790962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/06/mama-shop-lady-ahh-going-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-4764345249019162111</id><published>2007-06-15T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:42:24.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now, you're obviously 21. You've got an effing job. and you still depend on your family members to support you?   dont be such an arse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;splurging on stupid stuffs. forgotten your age? check your IC for Christ sake. and stop bothering your elders for money. have some respect for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so far. you arent gaining any respect from me. prove me wrong when i say you're incorrigible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-4764345249019162111?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/4764345249019162111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=4764345249019162111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4764345249019162111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/4764345249019162111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-youre-obviously-21.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-5271163707585246793</id><published>2007-06-10T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T16:43:33.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okayy. The hols are here. i'm packed to the max. i'm tired. projects? presentations, well half of them are over. so i'm still left with half? which totally sucks. i'm gonna go hanging out again! yay! and so malaysia here i come! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i've got an infected finger again. it's gross. i can see pus! eeewww-ness. shrek was great. so was pirates of the carribean. and loads of movies that i caught with my friends and family. what more can i ask?   and of course... hahaha.  okay. i wont be blogging much, so.. maybe in time to come? i'll just close this down.. :( yup. have fun peeps for the hols! all the best:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-5271163707585246793?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/5271163707585246793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=5271163707585246793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5271163707585246793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5271163707585246793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/06/okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-2549924160526704997</id><published>2007-05-25T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:47:07.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want it to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not doubting anything but i just need more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me settle my thoughts first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i dont wanna another complex love life story starting all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-2549924160526704997?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/2549924160526704997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=2549924160526704997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/2549924160526704997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/2549924160526704997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-it-to-work-out.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-7134955691393562439</id><published>2007-05-17T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:48:42.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i know, THE blog's dead. i knoww.  the mood isnt really there? get what i mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;poly's cool. funny and great people. nice bunch of friends. glad to have them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-7134955691393562439?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/7134955691393562439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=7134955691393562439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7134955691393562439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7134955691393562439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-blogs-dead_17.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-6582833897971135618</id><published>2007-05-17T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:48:42.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i know, THE blog's dead. i knoww.  the mood isnt really there? get what i mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;poly's cool. funny and great people. nice bunch of friends. glad to have them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-6582833897971135618?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/6582833897971135618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=6582833897971135618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6582833897971135618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6582833897971135618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-blogs-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-1206826526968706856</id><published>2007-05-01T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:58:59.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay, i've had enough. to all those people with that you-are-so-gonna-be-a-garderner kinda attitude, just get lost. i mean if you ask me once, okay, i'm fine with it. twice, okay i'll accept it. thrice, shut up. fourth, fifth, sixth time, go get a fcuking life. what's your problem with horticulture and landscape management?  it's a professional vocation. i'm enjoying myself in the course. do you have a problem with that? i'm sick and tired of people giving me that face of theirs that HLM would get me nowhere. go check the dictionary and think again. look at yourself before commenting about other people.  you arent guaranteed success in your own future either. dont be dumb.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-1206826526968706856?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/1206826526968706856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=1206826526968706856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1206826526968706856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1206826526968706856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-ive-had-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-6662833128478490580</id><published>2007-04-25T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:27:09.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/strong&gt; I was on my way to school, walking towards the bus stop when i passed by the 'mama' shop. this shop is where i've been getting all my sweets, crakers... etc... from this shop. so the indian lady tending the stall asked me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: Ehh! Now go poly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: Yup. Now in poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: Ahhh, which poly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: Ohh, Ngee Ann Poly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: Ohh, how much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: About 1000 plus per semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: Ohhh, $1,130?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: -stunned- Errr.. ya ya. Around there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: Ya.. Which poly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: I'm in Ngee Ann Poly auntie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: Ahhh. Good good. -smiles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: Yea.. not so bad.. -smiles back- bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 2: &lt;/strong&gt;I was on my way to school again.. when i passed by the shop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: EHHH! Going to school ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: yup.. going to school now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: Good.. So now in Poly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: err. ya.. in poly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: Which Poly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: hahaha. Ngee Ann poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: Uhh. Far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: Hmmm.. not so bad. about an hour plus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: Ohhh, 1 and a half hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: ya.. around there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP SHOP: Ohhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3: And i passed by the shop again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAMA SHOP LADY: Going to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: -laughing- yup. Ngee Ann Poly. About $1,130 for one semester. and takes around 1 and a half hours to reach.. bye auntie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I mean ya, i do know her for quite a long time.. but... she's asking the same question all over again and again!   tskk tsskk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-6662833128478490580?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/6662833128478490580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=6662833128478490580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6662833128478490580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/6662833128478490580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-1-i-was-on-my-way-to-school-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-7987320959802181361</id><published>2007-04-15T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:02:19.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CAMP was a baaaalsst. It was sooo cool. at first there was a little shyness in all of us, but we overcame it! it was cool. hahaha. i enjoyed it! Go CHARIOT! here are the pics:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053555750366338466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHWLhk33aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gjv5BzN95DA/s320/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yup, we're Chariot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053577319692099410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHpzBk331I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C3VDQF0i-yE/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alicia (far right) LOVES to sing Survivors' Theme song. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;before camp, which was on a tues, fio, van and i went to SENTOSA! hahaha. we had loads of fun. i was friggin' scared on the cable car. but then i realised it aint that bad afteral. haha. Let the pics do the talking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053557614382144978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHX4Bk33dI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_HI9vcl_OCM/s320/SENTOSA!+130-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We left the building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053557618677112290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHX4Rk33eI/AAAAAAAAACY/UPCucnhfSOk/s320/SENTOSA!+129-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a total beauty. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053557601497243074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHX3Rk33cI/AAAAAAAAACI/CV6OPi4jfBY/s320/SENTOSA!+132-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053560981636505090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHa8Bk33gI/AAAAAAAAACo/5YKWSX-fxDI/s320/SENTOSA!+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Now this is a Coconut Crab. hahaha. looks like one eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053563167774858802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHc7Rk33jI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ho-KV9bR63s/s320/SENTOSA!+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It can break your finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053560985931472402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHa8Rk33hI/AAAAAAAAACw/lZA-eFR2XRQ/s320/SENTOSA!+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It should be playing.. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053560990226439714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHa8hk33iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/n0hHa6NjLx4/s320/SENTOSA!+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMG! my best friend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053565422632689250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHe-hk33mI/AAAAAAAAADY/N7om4WKIW40/s320/SENTOSA!+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Weird shape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053565418337721938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHe-Rk33lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kb1Amq3kkk0/s320/SENTOSA!+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But at least it cant break your finger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053565426927656562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHe-xk33nI/AAAAAAAAADg/0RQKJL3x1VU/s320/SENTOSA!+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think these are cute. like so many of them can!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053565431222623874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHe_Bk33oI/AAAAAAAAADo/S7fp7xWX1jo/s320/SENTOSA!+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fio and Van were giddy, but still, the managed to pose for a shot:) -claps-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053563880739429954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHdkxk33kI/AAAAAAAAADI/1Ej93Yn6ee8/s320/SENTOSA!+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Er... still playing..still playing.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053569897988611730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHjDBk33pI/AAAAAAAAADw/onJnywNvTXw/s320/SENTOSA!+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RUN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053569902283579042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHjDRk33qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bY70E-997Ec/s320/SENTOSA!+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I SAID RUN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053569906578546354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHjDhk33rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/E9W9uHlDaQ4/s320/SENTOSA!+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fine, die then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053569910873513666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHjDxk33sI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vaJCtuEBfu8/s320/SENTOSA!+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now this creature is called THE shark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053569915168480978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHjEBk33tI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0vn4IU0mcfw/s320/SENTOSA!+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's a male! heeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053573110624149218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHl-Bk33uI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GJYUy25LKwY/s320/SENTOSA!+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were waiting for the dolphins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053573114919116530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHl-Rk33vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ys9BsFEevds/s320/SENTOSA!+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Say cheese!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053573123509051138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHl-xk33wI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HZ5Ct8etrfI/s320/SENTOSA!+135-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were both HIGH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053573132098985746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHl_Rk33xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/r0btl2OHsZI/s320/SENTOSA!+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We all had fun Fun FUN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053573136393953058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHl_hk33yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oY76vmG47NU/s320/SENTOSA!+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oppps!! and i thought the cable car was scarier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053574673992245042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHnZBk33zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I2WXuugzwjM/s320/SENTOSA!+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks uh. for the BIG bowl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That's about it people! hope you enjoyed it:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-7987320959802181361?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/7987320959802181361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=7987320959802181361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7987320959802181361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7987320959802181361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/04/camp-was-baaaalsst.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RiHWLhk33aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gjv5BzN95DA/s72-c/DSC00918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14019749.post-5209311702137296367</id><published>2007-04-06T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:41:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm so freaking fed up with typical singaporeans. really. there are so many kinds of them, but today, i've met 4 kinds of singaporeans which just totally ruined my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1st: those who would REFUSE to move to the back of the bus despite knowing the damn fact that the front part of the bus is congested. wth is wrong with them? i was sitting right at the back of the bus. and there were like easily abt 7 steps of empty space. the stupid lady in pink just refuse to move. such people are called SELFISH people who would only think for themselves. who only worry on how to get down the bus and make others' bus trips miserable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2nd: people who just stand in the middle of a busy walkway and chat or catch up on old times. these people are INSENSITIVE. they dont have the common sense to move to the side of the walkway. there, they can talk for the next decade or so, nobody would care. but it really annoys others who are in a rush. i wouldnt mind if you have difficulty in walking, i'll understand. but if you're like some perfectly fine human being, please find a place to sit and chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3rd: humans who jolly well know that there is a time limit to cross the damn road but still stroll as if it's their grandfathers'. when the 'green man' is blinking and there are like just a few seconds left? and yet they can just move at their own pace. such people have NO SENSE OF URGENCY. i mean, take the little road that leads to TM for an example, it's always crowded. people should know. they can go like at midnight or in the wee hours in the morning. the can roll on the road for all i care! but during peak hours, walk faster 'lah'!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4th: these are the ones who would stop right in front of escalators, jamming people at the back. it may result in falling. now, read carefully, such people are called RETARDS. these are purely 100% dumbs. no words can describe them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;it's Good Friday. and i'm saying so many bad stuffs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;God, i'm so sorry. please forgive me. but i really have to let all these out or else i'll feel very heavy inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my mood has been ruined by these 4 wonderful types of singaporeans. they should go and fly a kite. and then, go and suck stone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh God, i'm so sorry. i'll make it up later in church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-5209311702137296367?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/5209311702137296367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=5209311702137296367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5209311702137296367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5209311702137296367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-so-freaking-fed-up-with-typical.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-5905715143877355952</id><published>2007-04-02T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:24:22.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW SONG. OVER IT. i've been like wanting to get this song. and finally i got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Katherine McPhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Over It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I'm over your games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over you asking me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm not OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You call me at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I pick up the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And though you be tellin' me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And that's why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Realized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wanting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To be wanting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No that ain't no way to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Read my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Because I'm so over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And it's my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You never were a friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hurt at first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm so over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm so over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I'm over your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tryin' to drag me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And fill me with self doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;And that's why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm not your girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wanting you&lt;br /&gt;To be wanting me&lt;br /&gt;No that ain't no way to be&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;Read my lips&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so over&lt;br /&gt;I'm so&lt;br /&gt;Moving on&lt;br /&gt;And it's my time&lt;br /&gt;You never were a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Hurt at first&lt;br /&gt;A little bit&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Woo-oh-oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't come by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ain't no use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You'll never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There'll be no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cryin' in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh-wo-wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wanting you&lt;br /&gt;To be wanting me&lt;br /&gt;No that ain't no way to be&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;Read my lips&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so over&lt;br /&gt;I'm so&lt;br /&gt;Moving on&lt;br /&gt;And it's my time&lt;br /&gt;You never were a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Hurt at first&lt;br /&gt;A little bit&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this song is dedicated to all :) Life's definitely at over yet after a minor breakup! get on with life and enjoy! screw whoever it is cause he aint worth it. -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends.i want to outing! i miss them soo much! i miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next song is by Avril. you should see the vid. hahaha. she has grown for the better:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dfzEbmBEh_Q" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQ25-glGRzI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry abt the quality. maybe you can check this add out.   &lt;a href="http://btjahjadi.imeem.com/video/GMJMLMGo/avril_lavigne_girlfriend_clear_version_w_lyric/"&gt;http://btjahjadi.imeem.com/video/GMJMLMGo/avril_lavigne_girlfriend_clear_version_w_lyric/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's much much better. but for some reason i cant seem to post it.   :)   ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-5905715143877355952?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/5905715143877355952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=5905715143877355952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5905715143877355952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5905715143877355952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-song.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-1481107994970586243</id><published>2007-04-01T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:32:26.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;okay it's sunday.  i woke up at 10 today. friggin' early? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well, something quite major happened today. remember the bird family? yea, it has been officially removed by THE Godmother. she came over, took the bamboo and poke it till it dropped. we thought that all the eggs have hatched. but... it didnt, and 1 of it broke. i dont know how, we wanted to save it. so there were like 3 of them left. the eggs are blue! cool riight. and soon after the parents took the other 3 away, without us noticing. they are really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAST BIRDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i wanna lose 5 pounds. i'm serious! but 6 would be better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-1481107994970586243?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/1481107994970586243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=1481107994970586243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1481107994970586243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/1481107994970586243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-7734715657353825522</id><published>2007-03-28T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:55:21.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wISKe3zoBSw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wISKe3zoBSw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okay this is the new official 'Beautiful Liar' music video. i was soo convinced that there are 2 Shakiras in this video:)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you can also listen to the song on my playlist..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-7734715657353825522?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/7734715657353825522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=7734715657353825522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7734715657353825522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/7734715657353825522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-this-is-new-official-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-3704549222876243333</id><published>2007-03-27T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:25:56.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hilary's new song. it's wicked! i lovve it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she totally grew from like some 'come clean' kinda teeneger to a grown up! i think she's like my new idol...   she does charity and all.  Joel must be so dumb to actually dumb her.  tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dhgLoanz1b4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dhgLoanz1b4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-3704549222876243333?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/3704549222876243333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=3704549222876243333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/3704549222876243333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/3704549222876243333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/03/hilarys-new-song.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-915303407223793481</id><published>2007-03-24T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T03:00:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Pet is a Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealpetquiz/cat.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're both aloof, introverted, and moody.And your friends secretly wish that you were declawed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealpetquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Pet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THIS IS SOO NOT TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; how can it be? how can i be an introvert?! madness. CAT? i'd rather marry a clown! and have kids.   madnesss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-915303407223793481?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/915303407223793481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=915303407223793481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/915303407223793481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/915303407223793481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/03/your-ideal-pet-is-cat-youre-both-aloof.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-8962875171049385847</id><published>2007-03-23T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:33:33.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (ESTP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your personality type is dominant, driven, poised, and self-aware.&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 3% of all women and 6% of all menYou are Extroverted, Sensing, Thinking, and Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;&lt;p&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hahahaha! i'm raarree.hmmm makes me feel special. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-8962875171049385847?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/8962875171049385847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=8962875171049385847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8962875171049385847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/8962875171049385847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/03/your-personality-is-very-rare-estp-your.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-9177528964606238034</id><published>2007-03-19T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:49:41.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heelllooo. okay, it's like 1.34am. and i still cant sleep. i thought abt previous times back in school. hahaha. i miss that. the friends, the love, the crushes, the class, the food? hahaha. cant believe that everyone is splitting up. ohhh god. so sad, everybody's going their seperate ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;diff polys, diff courses and diff districts. my life's filled up to the brim. so many activities. thank god it's an outing tmr with haikal. hahaha. and the day after tmr it's gonna be vanessa and clement:)  yay!  i have so so much to update them about. like countless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and finally i got the norton anti virus stored in my labtop. :)at least i wouldnt have to worry for about 366 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well, i was at church today. then in the lift i saw this baby. he was really extraordinary. really cute. and his face was round like some human ball and his eyes were like round really really round. and big. god now that's cute. hahaha. and i tried, for the first time, i touched his cheek. he looked at me, paused for a few seconds, and then CRIED. what the hell?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shows that babies and i =no chemistry. yup. simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;i guess it isnt right to think of someone when previously i treated him like shit.&lt;br /&gt;so yea. guess it will take a while to sorta not think abt it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-9177528964606238034?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/9177528964606238034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=9177528964606238034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/9177528964606238034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/9177528964606238034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/03/heelllooo.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-3052359160023452056</id><published>2007-03-15T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:53:28.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;FERGIE LYRICS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MMMMMMMMMM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ever since I was a baby girl I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella theme&lt;br /&gt;Crazy as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Always knew that deep inside that there would come a day&lt;br /&gt;When I would have to way&lt;br /&gt;Make so many mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I could'nt comprehend&lt;br /&gt;As I watched it unfold&lt;br /&gt;This classic story told I left it in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Walking through an open door that led me back to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Each one unlocking more of the truth&lt;br /&gt;I finally stopped tripping on my youth&lt;br /&gt;I finally got lost inside of you&lt;br /&gt;I finally know that I needed to grow&lt;br /&gt;And finally my maze has been solved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my destiny can begin&lt;br /&gt;Though it will have a different set&lt;br /&gt;Something strange and new is happening&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my life doesn't seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;Its the best that I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;Give my love to him finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;I remember the beggining you already knew&lt;br /&gt;I acted like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to be cool&lt;br /&gt;Fronting like it didn't matter&lt;br /&gt;I just ran away&lt;br /&gt;On another face&lt;br /&gt;Was lost in my own space&lt;br /&gt;Found what its like to hurt selfishly&lt;br /&gt;Scared to give of me&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to just believe&lt;br /&gt;I was in a jealous, insecure, pathetic place&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled through the nets that I have made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finally got out of my own way&lt;br /&gt;I've Finally started living for today&lt;br /&gt;I finally know that I needed to grow&lt;br /&gt;And finally know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my destiny can begin&lt;br /&gt;Though we will have a different set&lt;br /&gt;Something strange and new is happening&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my life doesn't seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;Its the best that I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;Gave my love to him Finally&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Finally&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my destiny can begin&lt;br /&gt;Though it will have a different set&lt;br /&gt;Something beautiful is happening, happening&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my life doesn't seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;Give my love to him finally&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhh, Finally, Finally, finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was actually very surprised to hear Fergie sing this song. she sang it with much emotions. It's a very soothing song. hear it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042096857867446562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfkgYMhNaSI/AAAAAAAAABc/7W5fOImfIZ4/s320/The+Illusionist.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Illusionist. Fantastic show. you all should catch it. buy the DVD or something. it's a good show. i've been keeping the show for like i cant remember how long, and just last night decided to watch it to kill some time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vanessa's back! oh goodness, i miss her like truckloads! hahaha. she got me a bag! how sweet of her. she even got my mother a necklace. :) thanks sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay, i've discovered something beyond my imagination when i woke up. there's this stupid bird family creating some sorta nest at the beack of my air con. you know the big box outside your window? okay i dont know how to explain it. guess the air con man would have to come and settle this quickly. stupids birds making so much noise in the morning. i hope they havent laid any eggs yet. arghh. stupid birds. arent their nests supposed to be up on trees or something? why suddenly they have shown sudden interests in air conditions? weird. ohh well. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-3052359160023452056?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/3052359160023452056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=3052359160023452056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/3052359160023452056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/3052359160023452056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/03/fergie-lyrics-finally-mmmmmmmmmm-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfkgYMhNaSI/AAAAAAAAABc/7W5fOImfIZ4/s72-c/The+Illusionist.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14019749.post-3630402087297218889</id><published>2007-03-13T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:58:39.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lyriczz.com/artistsongs.php?artist=Mario"&gt;Mario Vasquez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gallery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;God broke the mold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When he made this one I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She's breathtaking but so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She walks in the room, your love's closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Making you never want to breathe again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Her boyfriend has got so much dough So much ice his neck and wrist froze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Is he faithful to her? Hell no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But she chose to be with him, shorty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tell me is the money worth your soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tell me what's the reason that you hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you know that dude has a whole wall of 'em just like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And girl you're just way too fine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be treated as one of a kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Girl use your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Don't be just another dime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Because I can't take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Seeing you with him '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cuz I know exactly what you'll be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In his gallery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's just not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And it's tearing me apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You're just another priceless work of art &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In his gallery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She's so confused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She knows she deserves more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Someone who will love and adore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But his money's hard to ignore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She really doesn't know what to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Girl it's just a matter of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Before he finds another more fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;After he's done dulling your shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You're out the door and he's through with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tell me is the money worth your soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tell me what's the reason that you hold on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you know that dude has a whole wall of 'em just like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And girl you're just way too fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Gotta be treated as one of a kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Girl use your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Don't be just another dime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I can't take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Seeing you with him '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cuz I know exactly what you'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In his gallery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's just not fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And it's tearing me apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You're just another priceless work of art &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In his gallery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You're a masterpiece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I know that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Can't appreciate your beauty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Don't let him cheapen you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;He don't see you like i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Beautiful not just for show&lt;br /&gt;Time that someone let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I can't take Seeing you with him '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cuz I know exactly what you'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In his gallery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's just not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And it's tearing me apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You're just another priceless work of art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I can't take Seeing you with him '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cuz I know exactly what you'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In his gallery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's just not fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And it's tearing me apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You're just another priceless work of art &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In his gallery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In his gallery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;well, a friend os mine introduced me to this song. and i though that it was really meaningful after reading the lyrics. so just thought of sharing withh all of you out there. listen to it! it's nice:) really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;mean while, i'll be uploading a few pics. my mates and i went out for a little gathering of our own. and boy was it fun! let the pics talk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZkMMhNaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/-CkvniQEB8I/s1600-h/ice+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041326993569572994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZkMMhNaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/-CkvniQEB8I/s320/ice+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZkMMhNaJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nGSLP-2HdnU/s1600-h/ice+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041326993569573010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZkMMhNaJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nGSLP-2HdnU/s320/ice+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KENNY ROGERS!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZlP8hNaMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fiVrXEx2AmA/s1600-h/ice+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041328157505710274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZlP8hNaMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fiVrXEx2AmA/s320/ice+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were tanning!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZlP8hNaNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6Q7aYPMA7iM/s1600-h/ice+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041328157505710290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZlP8hNaNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6Q7aYPMA7iM/s320/ice+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZkMchNaKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ppMj4QvkQQk/s1600-h/ice+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041326997864540322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZkMchNaKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ppMj4QvkQQk/s320/ice+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lyn says: HEY! we look like a gilr band!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZlPshNaLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qQ1_LLu1Xtk/s1600-h/ice+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041328153210742962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZlPshNaLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qQ1_LLu1Xtk/s320/ice+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;US.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZmKchNaOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/i7HZnFuAXbA/s1600-h/ice+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041329162528057570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZmKchNaOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/i7HZnFuAXbA/s320/ice+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SMILE! yes, haikal smile laa!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZmKchNaPI/AAAAAAAAABE/tuuuJ7f77tc/s1600-h/ice+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041329162528057586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZmKchNaPI/AAAAAAAAABE/tuuuJ7f77tc/s320/ice+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yanka yanka yanka yanka. :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZmKshNaQI/AAAAAAAAABM/WAnj0p09ziY/s1600-h/ice+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041329166823024898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZmKshNaQI/AAAAAAAAABM/WAnj0p09ziY/s320/ice+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAIKAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-3630402087297218889?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/3630402087297218889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=3630402087297218889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/3630402087297218889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/3630402087297218889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/03/mario-vasquez-gallery-god-broke-mold.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJY0KsuTZtU/RfZkMMhNaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/-CkvniQEB8I/s72-c/ice+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14019749.post-5094151221967432448</id><published>2007-03-11T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T18:03:44.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;went to church then went to ikea, then to buy a new study chair and then for lunch, then grocery shopping and home. i just reached home? and like totally vexed. well, i reckon that i'm gonna be studying at night pretty often so i got myself a new chair. to sorta pamper myself. YES. I PAID for it:)   -smiles-   i'm so proud of myself. mummy just went along with me to just give me opinions.    she's my motivator and role model. i would not trade the world for her:)   okay, i gotta bathe, and maybe watch a few other movies. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-5094151221967432448?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/5094151221967432448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=5094151221967432448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5094151221967432448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/5094151221967432448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-church-then-went-to-ikea-then.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-2200613006425883984</id><published>2007-03-09T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:23:36.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THE MESSENGERS. how nice of mummy and her sisters to drag me to catch the midnight movie. it's scary. i'm scared. i'mbring a pillow over. a small one. enough to cover my face and ears when i'm scared. i have this really strong feeling that i wont be able to sleep tonight. and plus the fact that it's a midnight horror show? help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ohh well, besides that, i'm loving life. waiting for POLY life.  new environment, new teachers, new books, new bus route. and ya no more cabs. i'll be broke if i do. but anyhow, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there will be new friends but they wont replace the old and memorable ones:)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE MY FRIENDS.  XOXOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-2200613006425883984?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/2200613006425883984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=2200613006425883984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/2200613006425883984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/2200613006425883984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/03/messengers.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-2691867768237573338</id><published>2007-03-09T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T02:09:59.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;okay. i have to wait for my handphone to be charged. and my files to be transferred. looong story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;well, i was practically out the whole day. my day started at 1.30pm. as soon a woke up, i got a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHMED&lt;/strong&gt;: CHARMAINE! I WANNA GO BUGIS! faster faster wanna go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;: okay, what time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHMED&lt;/strong&gt;: 1.45pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;: NO! Cannot i just woke up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHMED&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, 2 lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;: NO! Cannot! Not enough time! 2.15! 2.15!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHMED&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay, set!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;: Bye, see you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHMED&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;after hanging up, immediately went to bathe, after bath, i recieved an sms from Fiona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIONA&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm joining you guys to Bugis!   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cool! hahaha. we've got company!  so i rushed and was in time. i reached at 2.15 SHARP. yea, i'm starting to correct this typical habit of mine, lateness.  and it's working okay!  BUT, the other 2, were late! well, apparently, MR AHMED HALIIM KHAN told fio to be there at 2.30, sad case. well, while waiting i saw James and gf, Kelly. hahaha. they are cute i tell you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;then we had some change of plans and headed to the IT fair at suntec instead. it's freaking crowded i tell you. fio went giddy after seeing so many ppl. it was packed like sardines. finally ahmed got what he wanted. a SD memory card. 2GB for $27. it's cheap. really cheap. like compared to market price. lucky chap.  :) and the notebooks are like on sale. cheap!  -grins-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;well, i got into ngee ann poly. how nice and how&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; FAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ohh well, i have to pay the price, putting it as my 3rd choice. Horticulture And Landscape Management. i didnt get into my fist choice tho, which was Biomedical Science at SP. then i went to check what the COP were for that course, and shockingly, it was 10 points. no wonder i couldnt get in. ohh well, a plant Biologist aint bad either!                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ive got like 3 ulcers. crap. damn 'suay'. it's like i cant even effing eat properly. help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-2691867768237573338?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/2691867768237573338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=2691867768237573338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/2691867768237573338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/2691867768237573338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-117301713765481144</id><published>2007-03-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:05:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i woke up to find a snake on my bed. so i ran outta of the room and slammed the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;quickly, i flipped through the pages of the yellow pages to find somebody who can take that thing out of my house. but i panicked so much till i just blanked out. i went into my mum's room to find the same old snake gliding out from the toilet! so screamed. just then, my mum came in and she told me to get a hammer, which i dont know why. so i went to take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then i handed her the hammer and then i woke up. my mum woked me up this morning cause it was auntie su's off day today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: "did you managed to catch the snake?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MUM: "WHAT SNAKE?? dont be mad sweetie, get up get up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: "but what about the hammer? you kept it back into the store room?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MUM: " What is wrong with you? stop your nonsense young lady and get up! pack your bed and make sure you fold your blanket properly uh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that was how my day started. the dream was freaking real can! but hahaha. after thinking back, it was funny. haha. at least i found it funny:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-117301713765481144?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/117301713765481144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=117301713765481144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117301713765481144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117301713765481144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-woke-up-to-find-snake-on-my-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-117216279596135087</id><published>2007-02-23T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:46:36.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay thi is the last part. so yesterday, i went out with haikal AGAIN:) to starbucks. i'll appreciate ppl who tries to appreciate the things and places that i like:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/63301/HEE%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hmmmm maybe he has some facial expression problems on that day:) hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/629648/HEE%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ya i too had facial expression problems myself:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/52976/HEE%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sighh, okay i wont deny it anymore. &lt;strong&gt;Superman&lt;/strong&gt; has always been his idol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/978382/HEE%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;smile? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/859495/HEE%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we dont smoke. tsk tsk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-117216279596135087?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/117216279596135087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=117216279596135087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117216279596135087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117216279596135087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-thi-is-last-part.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-117216187256053157</id><published>2007-02-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:34:05.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soo yea. continuation from the previous post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/659945/HEE%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yup, she's too into band. she tries to create music in every kinda bottle she sees. sighhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/350479/HEE%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOVES!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/668549/HEE%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i couldnt really open my eyes they were too heavy. -shrugs-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and the next day! it was chinese new year. gong xi fa cai! went to my godma's place for dinner. had fun. so many people came till i went a little blur too myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/497016/HEE%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's little sadist! hahaa, my cousin, tim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/361636/HEE%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;grandpa! all "flowery". he was so adorable but really blur. really got quite a number of scoldings from grandma. ohhh well, whats new:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/792611/HEE%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;family feast! yuummmm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/421706/HEE%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay so what if i got quite a number of stares from other distant relatives wondering why was i wearing such a dark colour on new year. i dont believe in such:) as long as my family doesnt mind. it's the new 2007 for goodness sake! cant stand old fashion ppl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-117216187256053157?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/117216187256053157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=117216187256053157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117216187256053157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117216187256053157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/02/soo-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-117216029459146063</id><published>2007-02-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:04:54.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i have lots and lots to update. so maybe i'll just let the pictures do the talking? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so the day before results, haikal, my best mate and i went to chill at starbucks. the one at the airport. here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/747594/HAIKAL%20AND%20I%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/666393/HAIKAL%20AND%20I%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/905457/HAIKAL%20AND%20I%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FINALLY, i decent picture taken. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/525870/HAIKAL%20AND%20I%20008-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then after the results we all had to work. i mean me together with vanessa, yu ting, fiona, milstein and some others. we had to work for like more than 15 hours a day, it was exhausting. madness. valentines day okay! but i've got flowers! hee:):) nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then it was chinese new year's eve and guess who came to stay over? :) CLARABEL LOW WEILI! how nice of her. i love her like truck truck truckloads! after steam boat, we went down to CHEERS to buy a few drinks. and got kinda high after that. just a little. cross my little heart. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/576800/OHH%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;clarabel used my com without permission! tsk tsk! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/57431/OHH%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yeap, she's just trying to be funny here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-117216029459146063?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/117216029459146063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=117216029459146063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117216029459146063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117216029459146063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-117198902424839191</id><published>2007-02-21T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:30:24.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-117198902424839191?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/117198902424839191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=117198902424839191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117198902424839191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117198902424839191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-117156533023796203</id><published>2007-02-16T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T02:48:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hey hey hey. finally i'm back home like before 3. well, results were okay:)   ohhh well. valentines? screw it. i spent the whole day of valentines at work. YUP. AT WORK. except for a few really really unexpected phone calls. hahaha. rest of the day was like so ewww. but i had flowers! heee. nice nice. i made friends like with everybody at work. so cool can. chinese new year is coming and i havent baought new clothes. so crap.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANIEL VINCENT&lt;/strong&gt; COME BACK. shop with me. laugh with me. roller blade with me. ice skate with me. drink with me. read with me. and i need a tennis partner! is that too much to ask for?   come back come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-117156533023796203?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/117156533023796203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=117156533023796203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117156533023796203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117156533023796203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-117121146704887106</id><published>2007-02-12T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:31:07.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bragging is only mind candy for yourselves. FOOLS.  ohh god i didnt notice that ppl brag so much. wth is their problem? i think they have a very deprived life.  nonsense would get these ppl nowhere.  irritating people.   i pity them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-117121146704887106?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/117121146704887106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=117121146704887106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117121146704887106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117121146704887106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/02/bragging-is-only-mind-candy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-117096482054636096</id><published>2007-02-09T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T04:00:20.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i cant sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it must be the starbucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;knowing that it's gonna be dawn like in 2 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'm having butterflies in my tummy. i think maybe around 25 of them in there now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;help help help. time files so fast. i think that's my like 10th time saying that in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;firstly we wanted o levels to be over so we could enjoy. and later it's results.  scary.   so fast. whhy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'm shivering cause it's effing cold. my tummy's aching and i too afraid to go out cause it's too dark. so how? i guess i'll just have to stay here and bear with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'm like wearing socks can. but long sleevs and i'm still cold.  tsk tsk.yea i admit i'm weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i wanna sleep but i just cant.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-117096482054636096?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/117096482054636096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=117096482054636096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117096482054636096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117096482054636096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-117095704602296154</id><published>2007-02-09T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T01:50:46.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it.. its.. i mean it's officially fri. sighh.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and i cant sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-117095704602296154?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/117095704602296154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=117095704602296154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117095704602296154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117095704602296154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/02/it.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-117078063402481236</id><published>2007-02-07T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:50:34.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohhh goodness. it's wednesday. no good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-117078063402481236?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/117078063402481236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=117078063402481236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117078063402481236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117078063402481236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/02/ohhh-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-117052215792712148</id><published>2007-02-04T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:02:38.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm dead beat. had tennis for like 2 hours. run and run. tsk. curse the tennis court for being so big. cant believe i'm in it again. ohh well, for the sake of health i suppose. it's gonna be a weekly kinda thing. i miss school. i miss studying. i miss THEM. the people in school. my clique. i really do miss them. i miss their company. i miss how close we all used to be. i miss all of us. i miss the laughter. i miss the atmosphere. i miss the class room. i miss reccess. i miss guides. i miss all the fun! ohhh man. but i dont wanna go back to school to collect the results? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i guess clarabel's right. it just keeps going on and on. and now it's worse. ha. it's another dilema. ohh well, i shant talk about it.  cause it's killing me.  sighh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-117052215792712148?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/117052215792712148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=117052215792712148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117052215792712148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/117052215792712148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-dead-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-116991887635073893</id><published>2007-01-28T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:27:56.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"i never wanted today come. yup." okay that was my ans. cause dan's leaving. so i tried to spend most of my time with him. but theres always the webcam:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ohh well. the NTUC at the community centre has opened! yay. it's just so convinient. plus cheers, like really wow. i'm gonna get new pair of glasses:) and yes yes new peircings too. heee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;as for the results, i'll just be keeping my fingers crossed. sighh. scared.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-116991887635073893?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/116991887635073893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=116991887635073893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116991887635073893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116991887635073893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-never-wanted-today-come.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-116932053669303423</id><published>2007-01-21T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T03:15:36.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just had to do it. it just made me feel like the whole thing was all wrong. no mood? what no mood? you're the guy here, you cant expect me to give in to you, to make the first move. every little thing added up to one big serious problem. if you arent trying, then i wont even bother to. you have excuses for every thing. you cant or you wont change? they are 2 diff stories all together. you are so diff from the rest. i'm not talking positive here. seriously, have you ever ever ever thought about giving any suprises? any? no? none? how can you even say you're trying when you wont even bother to ask what i like and what i dont? how can you say you chose to do nothing on the 23rd?!  cause you predicted that it was gonna be awkward. and you didnt take any initiative to do anything before the 23rd. to make things better.  that phrase, really made me feel like this totally wasted my time. you wasted my time. you pissed me off. really. you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you knew the situation and you chose to do nothing abt it cause your mood tells you so. please okay, that's the perfect example of an excuse. which time have you ever not put the word "but" into your sentences? excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i think back, i didnt lie to you. cause i did tell you after that.  yes that was my bad. and you should put that behind you. and stop raking up history. saying that you cant really trust me after that? wth? saying that you cant put in 100%. ohh please even if that is true, you dont say it out. you dont. that made me lose trust too. dont you even think about it? you really hafta be more sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after telling you so so much. you dont even bother to try to do something about it. yes. you created a very bad impression for yourself. you make a good friend. and thats it. you lost me. you really did. for good. there're other reasons. and let me make this clear. Dan wasnt the reason. it's us. no others involved. if you are reading this, which you will, i think words are better. and yes i'm disppointed in you. but i dont and wont regret in breaking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-116932053669303423?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/116932053669303423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=116932053669303423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116932053669303423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116932053669303423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-had-to-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-116923304916957293</id><published>2007-01-20T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T02:57:29.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm back. yes yes you must be thinking i'm some kind of owl? yea i am. just got back.  went back to school today. we had 20 over girls! thhats like wow. guides rock.so now the company's like huge. ohhh well:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then met up with van. she was laaaaaate. sighh. but it's okay:)we had a great time! her brother is so cute!  he sounded like a grandfather. so naggy! my god. but he's only 9. hahaha. looks like vanessa too! all three siblings! all three of them. my god look EXACTLY alike. freaky but cute. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ohh man i really miss school. and a sec 4 guy asked for my number!! he must be mad. i'm 17 this year? and he's like 16? tsk tsk tsk. cannot la. ohhh well, i'm going now. to drift of to  milky way. then maybe iceland. cause all the ice in the world are my lovers.   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-116923304916957293?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/116923304916957293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=116923304916957293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116923304916957293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116923304916957293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-116871185746866659</id><published>2007-01-14T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:10:57.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/1600/355729/DSC01369.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. it's been kinda long since i updated. just came bavk from my cousin's party! noo, she's only 7:) i slelpt for more than 12 hours hours today. and i'm wide wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought new clothes again! yay! hahaha. i'm so excited. drank quite alot too. looks like my aunt had a whole new lot of collection. well alot happened today. new things would come and go. i dunno. just felt like blogging. okay i dont know what am i talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've got some pics:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/781450/DSC01381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Claire! she's 7. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5516/1255/320/189599/DSC01382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;:) oh ya. claire wore a skirt today! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid thoughts.please please please go away. at this present moment, i dont wanna talk about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-116871185746866659?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/116871185746866659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=116871185746866659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116871185746866659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116871185746866659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-116706295841369687</id><published>2006-12-26T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:09:18.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Christmas is over!   sad case. time flies so fast when you're having fun. but when you're in school, it's like 457 years. yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ohh well, i have work tmr again:)    yes i'm learning to take on the positive side:)     well..  it's not goona be so tiring tmr so yea. well, i have a personal alarm clock. heee.  so i doubt i'll be late.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;okay i'm gonna bed now. i'm tired. nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-116706295841369687?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/116706295841369687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=116706295841369687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116706295841369687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116706295841369687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-is-over-sad-case.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-116697027955997984</id><published>2006-12-24T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:24:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;yess i'm wide awake. slept alot today. and i'm satisfied:) i'll be heading for midnight mass later. yup. it's gonna be pretty cool but it's just kinda late. i had to work yesterday. like half day? then met piggy. and we headed to bugis for some window shopping. just looking around thinking of what to pick for him when he gets his pay :)  then we met clarabel! ohh god you have no simply NO idea how much i miss her. because of work and such, we hardly meet up during the hols. yea sad case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sigh the thought of work sends me to depressed island. tsk. okay then i gtg get ready for church:)  i'll upload pics soon k.  XOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-116697027955997984?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/116697027955997984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=116697027955997984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116697027955997984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116697027955997984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2006/12/yess-im-wide-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-116680428357300950</id><published>2006-12-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T00:35:28.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;sorry ppl but this post is going to be a bit nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;it's just so rare to find me at home blogging at 12 midnight cause of my job. i'll either be home at 1 or 2 in the morning. fcking job is seriously killing me. i've never worked before, and the first time is already messing me up. so junk. if it's not for the experience and MONEY i wont even be giving 'face' to ba qua. often getting cuts from all the packing. it just hurts so much when it touches water. and now i strained a muscle. my whole left hand feels so numb for about 10hours? arggh. i'm just so fcked up with work now. i'm having less than 4 hours of sleep everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;and besides it's work tmr AGAIN. but i'll be meeting clarabel. so she'll brighten up my day:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;dont go through some fcuking third party. if you wanna talk things out, just do so. and oh ya, one more thing, missed calls just dont work for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-116680428357300950?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/116680428357300950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=116680428357300950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116680428357300950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116680428357300950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorry-ppl-but-this-post-is-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-116654995685617697</id><published>2006-12-20T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:39:16.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i caught a cold cause i was caught in the rain again. i worked OT till 11.30pm. i suffered cuts all over my hand. this is the most tiring day of my life but i know that there's definitely more to come. ohhh god. help. we packed like close to hundred a hampers today? or maybe even more. and my neck is achinglike hell. plus i cant go to sleep cause my hair's wet. sighh. i hafta wake up soo early tmr. ohhhhh man. i cant believe i'm working. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-116654995685617697?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/116654995685617697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=116654995685617697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116654995685617697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116654995685617697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-caught-cold-cause-i-was-caught-in.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-116644810206411588</id><published>2006-12-18T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:21:42.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PEOPLE. today was my first day of work. and it was rather...okay. yea. but my neck hurts. now i know what my mum meant but "hard eraned money". it's really hard earned. ohh well. today would really be quiet but thanks to my friends. hahahaha. we were laughing throughout! well,we knocked off at about 7 i think. and it was raining. so ya, i walked in the rain. and caught a cold. ohh well, i guess tmr it'll be fine:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;arrgh. i shouldnt have exchanged numbers. he's insane! gosh, texting me everyday. tssk tssk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-116644810206411588?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/116644810206411588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=116644810206411588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116644810206411588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116644810206411588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2006/12/people.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-116626291999745146</id><published>2006-12-16T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:56:57.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;okay ppl, this is the ULTIMATE entry. i had a great time yesterday PLUS the fact that i got lost again :) by the great &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;street directory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, PRIYANKA. well, miss priyanka told me to meet her at EXPO for this john little warehouse sale. but when we reached there, how great, it was over. yup, &lt;strong&gt;OVER. &lt;/strong&gt;so in other words, i rushed to the expo for nothing. okay nvm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Street Directory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;told me that we should take bus 12 to tampines mall. and she seemed rather confident abt it. actually VERY confident. and guess what? half way, she told me she aint sure cause 21 and 12 sound alike. she might got them all mixed up. guess she was wrong for the second time in a row in a day. we ended up in siglap road. sighhh. and we had to take the same bus back.. all in all we took about 2hours? to reach TM. okay the we did shopping and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;and then after all the shopping. i told her " you are seriously too nerdy! " and what did she say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;hahaha. listen up ppl. "NO. who say i'm a nerd? i'mnot okay. I'm a MODERNIZED NERD." yup. that was my day with miss street directory. :) hahahaha. but i had a great time. To Priyanka: love ya darling!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;NO NO. we are straight people. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-116626291999745146?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/116626291999745146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=116626291999745146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116626291999745146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116626291999745146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-ppl-this-is-ultimate-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-116624325343089194</id><published>2006-12-16T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:27:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oomg. haha. the kind soul call. hmm, not bad :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well, the day before yesterday, i went to vanessa's friend's birthday party. okay he looks quite okay. -grins-  but vanessa got me lost! in the west! we took abt 1 and a half hours to reach there. basically  cause we got    l o s t.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;yea, i'll be out again in abit. BRAYN wants to meet me. awwww how sweet this guy is. well he ought to. he's so gonna get it from me. well to make a long story short, he's in the wrong. and he's so dead. in fact he's already dead. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh well, i miss CLARABEL! she's like working? and...  :(   sighh. i wanna go find her! yes i will. like later:)   giving her a suprise:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;yea yesterday i got this soft toy, it's like some snow dog, it's damn cute can. hahaha i love it. thanks:)   yup, so thats it for now. i'll be heading for a suprise party later together with some other friends. hope it turns out well. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-116624325343089194?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/116624325343089194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=116624325343089194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116624325343089194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116624325343089194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2006/12/oomg.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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-14019749.post-116615712580796565</id><published>2006-12-15T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T12:32:05.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yes i got the job! i'm gonna be busy busy busy. hahaha. ohh well, i had a hard time walking all the way back to the mrt station. ALONE. plus, my little toe hurts sooo much. all because of one duumb chair. now it looks like a swollen sauage. i think the whole nail is goona come off. oh god, please dont do this to me.please heal it. i dont wanna go to work  limping.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and i forgot that i cant take milo in the morning. sooo, i bought ICED milo[mmm yum yum yum] from the 1st floor. and great, i had to walk with a tummy aache.  ohh well, i'm just greatful that i got a job. and in the train, i dropped my handphone, i couldnt bend because of the tummy ache. thank goodness there was this kind soul who helped me. and yea, we chat all the way to tampines. suprisingly, he knew alot of songs. alot alot. i was shocked. ohh well, yea, we exchanged numbers and so yea. i'm friendly laa:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm going shopping!! expo i think. nice clothes there. oooo, i cant wait. i hope MISS PRIYANKA wont be late. wait what am i talking abt. hahaha, i think both of us will be. haha. well, i think after sunday, i cant blog that much. yu ting and swee chye said i have to sleep at 10.30pm every night in order to be in time for work:(  soo yup.  ohh man, this is sooo sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;okay then, i'm going to catch some sleep. i'm damn tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Life is like a path. It's either you go straight or otherwise....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14019749-116615712580796565?l=keepmestanding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/feeds/116615712580796565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14019749&amp;postID=116615712580796565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116615712580796565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14019749/posts/default/116615712580796565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepmestanding.blogspot.com/2006/12/yes-i-got-job-im-gonna-be-busy-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>+ Crazy. Both physically. And. Mentally.+</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>
