<?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-9200885</id><updated>2011-07-16T03:26:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who needs the world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-115548437190852287</id><published>2006-08-13T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:52:52.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its funny how people can identify with the words in songs. that must mean that the lyricist must've felt that way when he/she wrote those words. which then mean that the lyricist and you feel the same feeling. and to think that people actually feel the Nobody-else-can-understand-what-im-feeling-right-now feeling. ok i dont know if i make sense. but there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss my girl friends :( and i just realized i lost a few of my old school shirts. i miss my ugly blue oac shirt. i feel so sad now but i dont know why. somebody should give this feeling a name. its when youre kinda spacing out and not feeling anything except that slight melancholy. how queer. maybe its how the gaps between words feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend's come and gone, and it was absolutely awesome while it lasted :] i shall continue with my fruit diet tomorrow. im missing something, but i dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{the perfect combination of: 3 words + 2 hearts + 1 kiss}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandy ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;babe do you miss me&lt;br /&gt;/             skips says:&lt;br /&gt;absofuckinglutely!&lt;br /&gt;/             skips says:&lt;br /&gt;what a question to ask, huns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-115548437190852287?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/115548437190852287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=115548437190852287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115548437190852287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115548437190852287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-funny-how-people-can-identify-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-115504062491592707</id><published>2006-08-08T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:37:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i hate migraines &gt;:( and i dont think the medicine's working. im home alone with a migraine. what can be worse that that. i miss mofo :( just saw her happy national day message cos i left my cellphone at benny's place yesterday. and my cell's running out of batt but the charger's not here. ugh. im waiting for training to end so i can have dinner. i love food. i love grocery shopping. and i shall challenge mince and spend more than 100 bucks on supermarket stuff heheh :] and mince the genius just told me there's radiation from com screen. i didnt know that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;double whammy was a-okay. it wasnt as tiring as i expected it to be. probly cos we had honey stars :D and lunch was pretty good cos everybody was so hungry. i like ramen very much :D i belong to an emo class :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ok i cant stand the migraine no more and im gonna snooze. bye, sad evil world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s&lt;/span&gt;: yesterday i loved boyfriend BIG BIG. today i love boyfriend much more than that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;heeheehee hawhawhaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-115504062491592707?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/115504062491592707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=115504062491592707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115504062491592707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115504062491592707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-i-dont-think-medicines-working.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-115436107703596973</id><published>2006-07-31T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:51:17.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-115436107703596973?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/115436107703596973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=115436107703596973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115436107703596973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115436107703596973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-115401785782852366</id><published>2006-07-28T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:30:57.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/DSC05012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/DSC05012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont know how to put it down properly in proper language, and i dont think i make any sense right now, but theres no better feeling than being with you. words do no justice to this feeling. argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;today is the slackest proper school day ever. i love it! plus, i get to meet boyfriend after school. the downside is that i didnt get to donate blood :[ the doctor said that my blood pressure in the morning was pretty low, so i drank 2 packets of milo, but the pressure only went up by a bit. so i went back after school and my blood pressure was a-ok, but just to be safe i had to drink another packet of lemon-thingy. and just when i was all set to do my part to save a life, the nurse told me i cant donate because my veins are too small. i dont understand why my veins got to be so small!! ugh. i wish they were bigger. but anyway i got 2 of the stress-ball thingamajik. they're super cute :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;food i ate today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. chicken katsu  (just a lil bit cos it didnt taste good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2. peach (i love!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3. macaroni-and-cheese + pringles (they go together very well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4. eggplant and brown rice and orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i love peaches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-115401785782852366?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/115401785782852366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=115401785782852366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115401785782852366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115401785782852366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-know-how-to-put-it-down.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-115383527111026828</id><published>2006-07-25T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:47:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tonight i realized something, and it wasnt a very pleasant something. but it doesnt matter. not anymore, at least. it's so scary to trust a guy in that way. and so i made a mistake in doing so more than a year back, but thats not gonna stop me from trying again, and im sure this time everything'll be more than alright. we're all happy the way we are now. [: i love you benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out to meet benny for dinner soon haha yayness! i havent done my blasted gp essay. i cant stand gp. ugh. &gt;:( nevertheless i shall complete it tonight and put it into ms wong's pigeon hole like i promised. today laoshi almost confiscated oli's archie comics (lucky thing she didnt. phew) because dalton was ignorant enough to lean forward from his seat in the back row to try to peep at the archie mag i was reading behind the chinese ke ben. thank God laoshi was in a good mood today hahah. shes much better these days compared to her angsty lady days. and im much better too compared to those days. today i fell asleep only twice during her lesson. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met benny wenny after school and we got ourselves honey glazed chicken frm cold storage. a whole chicken! i think i have a rather big appetite for a girl. which explains my being fat. and today is the first time i realize you can actually show your love by doing 5 squats and 5 jumping jacks in 30 seconds. how wonderfully fascinating! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is lecture day! i love lecture day! because lecture day = slack day. mindy just showed me a certain somebody's blog and i think its interesting. in a ha-ha-guffaw way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-115383527111026828?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/115383527111026828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=115383527111026828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115383527111026828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115383527111026828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-tonight-i-realized-something-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-115354842051630440</id><published>2006-07-22T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T14:07:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayness to:&lt;br /&gt;1.weekends&lt;br /&gt;2.cereal and milk&lt;br /&gt;3.comic strips&lt;br /&gt;4.chocolate&lt;br /&gt;5.snooze&lt;br /&gt;6.muscle aches&lt;br /&gt;7.sexiest man alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally did detention yesterday and i slept thru most of it cos i was so tired after dance. my back and legs and tummy area still hurt, but i like the feeling of having muscle aches cos they gimme a sense of accomplishment. meeting hana and afie in town later. and probly jiaxin and mindy afterwards. dinner at spizza tonight! :] i love my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the world is a fairly weird place. what's the biggest number that anybody can come up with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're the beat that my heart skipped&lt;/span&gt; }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-115354842051630440?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/115354842051630440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=115354842051630440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115354842051630440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115354842051630440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/07/yayness-to-1.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-115306428495298129</id><published>2006-07-16T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:38:04.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>02 44 &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-115306428495298129?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/115306428495298129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=115306428495298129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115306428495298129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115306428495298129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-44-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-115254257637570061</id><published>2006-07-10T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:42:56.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate history. i dont understand why i took history. it doesnt make sense :( its not like i've been taking history my whole life. ugh. i dont want to flunk history for end of yr exam :( history makes people angsty &gt;:( no wonder ford said history is bunk. maybe it really is bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think o level days were better than schooldays this year. im running out of time to catch up and try to pass my eoy. i dont know how im gonna get everything done within these 9 weeks before the promos. maybe i should have just gone to poly. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;benny&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sexiest Man Alive &lt;/span&gt;= &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;i've never had someone who knows me like you do&lt;br /&gt;the way you do!&lt;br /&gt;i've never had someone as good for me as you&lt;br /&gt;no one like you!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-115254257637570061?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/115254257637570061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=115254257637570061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115254257637570061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115254257637570061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-history.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-115217974865932402</id><published>2006-07-06T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:55:48.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was a grey sky morning :) i love grey sky mornings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired now. my calf muscles are aching and the migraine comes and goes. its irritating. and history is killing me. i dont think i can survive much longer :( im dreading monday. school is so horrible. ive decided to get it. its like the nicest one out of the rest of its kind , even though the tag is a killer. mindy said its a good investment. i think so too. im glad i found it! yayness. im so tired. ugh. and if the pbl readings have eyes, i swear theyre staring at me right now. stupid angsty history stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ocs yesterday because its a compulsory j1 thing. its quite a nice place. i like the parade square haha it looked pretty grand even though its really gray. and then we went back to school in a vintage school bus! its really old and yellow and i suspect its going to fall apart soon. but at least the air con blast was good and i got to sleep all the way back to school. after that went to have dinner at second home :D i love you, benny wenny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-115217974865932402?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/115217974865932402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=115217974865932402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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day, which means school is out, which means i got to wake up late. and i got to spend some time with qian today but i hate the town because it's irritating and boring. there's got to be something wrong because there's nothing interesting to buy now and i feel so lazy to spend money. except on food and cab. which is bad, because it'll only mean that i'll get fatter than i already am now. i hope i'll lose weight soon because it's getting pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my best friend! and the pretty t shirt that he got. i think its really cute. now i dont feel sad and lonely anymore cos best friend is back in town :D happiness is when i get to be with him 60/24/7. i love you, benny. XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to age gracefully. having small boobs is actually kinda good cos they wont sag when you're old. i want to age the way audrey hepburn did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes, this is a day late, but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;MINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; YOU BUCKETS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-115191981118581321?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/115191981118581321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=115191981118581321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115191981118581321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/115191981118581321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-115150837238319258</id><published>2006-06-28T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:26:12.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel better typing here and i dont know why. anyhoo, it's that time of the year again when i begin to contempalte whether i should cut my hair or not. and this year i have decided to cut it real short cos im bored with long hair, and even with long hair my hair's up almost all the time anyway. went to the airport just now. :( i cant wait for sunday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, im just going to bore myself to death. or better yet, start on some serious working out. thers alot of toning up to do with this flabbiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i -heart- the best friend!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; i cant wait for you to get back on sunday :( so much time to do so many things, and yet the only person i wanna spend time with aint here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all of these things that i want to say&lt;br /&gt;just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;i'm tripping on words, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where to go from here&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-115150837238319258?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/115150837238319258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I got chills, they're multiplyin', and I'm losin' control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause the power you're supplyin', it's electrifyin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You better shape up, cause I need a man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my heart is set on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You better shape up, you better understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to my heart I must be true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing left, nothing left for me to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the one that I want (you are the one I want),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooh ooh ooh, honey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one that I want (you are the one I want), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooh ooh ooh, honey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one that I want (you are the one I want), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooh ooh ooh, honey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one I need (the one I need), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh yes indeed (yes indeed)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh ooh, honey! :D i love this song!&lt;br /&gt;today i stayed home sick and did alot of work! i did my gp, econs and lit essays.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so proud of myself! cos i did all those essays.&lt;br /&gt;the evening and night part of today was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for night study tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;you're the sexiest man alive! ooh ooh ooh! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114788248535116061?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114788248535116061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114788248535116061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114788248535116061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114788248535116061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-got-chills-theyre-multiplyin-and-im_18.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114779385287827015</id><published>2006-05-16T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:37:32.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[le rêveur]         pretty eyed, pirate smile says:&lt;br /&gt;you're still the same sandra i met at the national stadium 4 and a half years ago.&lt;br /&gt;only difference is, the goodness is you is shining more vividly and distinctly now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that sweet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114779385287827015?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114779385287827015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114779385287827015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114779385287827015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114779385287827015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/le-rveur-pretty-eyed-pirate-smile-says.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114778651478862627</id><published>2006-05-16T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:20:02.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had junk food for dinner. tonight i feel like typing senseless words so i shall just type on until itunes play the end of the last song on my playlist. (i shall put aside the guilt of having not done a whole truckload of work. just for a little while.) mye's coming. i really dont want to flunk any of the subject at all. at first it seems possible. but then come to think of it im pretty hopeless at history and literature. what more econs. the whole jc thing is taking a toll on me. my cough's getting worse. i think im going to die soon. all i feel like doing now is to watch the rain and listen to some good songs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with you right there with me of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;its not because im embarrassed of our relationship, you said. like you, im confused. i dont know why im confused, because it doesnt make sense to be confused about this matter. i dont care about what the others think of me as long as i have you here with me. i dont need the world. the world has nothing good to offer me. today you told me that even if im a lesbian you'll still like me. i think thats really sweet. you made my day just by smiling. i shall never understand how i ever managed without you and your family in my life before. this is weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114778651478862627?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114778651478862627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114778651478862627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114778651478862627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114778651478862627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/had-junk-food-for-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114770393875101100</id><published>2006-05-15T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:38:58.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got home. school was a-okay. had too much yongtaufoo. i love tofu! :D&lt;br /&gt;mindy didnt come school today. as did kenny and dalton.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired right now but theres still gp essay to do.&lt;br /&gt;i watched an american tail just now!! i missed that show. i love cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-heart-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114770393875101100?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114770393875101100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114770393875101100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114770393875101100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114770393875101100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114762154732622810</id><published>2006-05-14T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:20:31.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ive got so much to say! and yet words can only tell this much. if i could write it out in action form, i'd jump and laugh and shout and try to touch the sky and grab the stars! or maybe i'd just stare into your eyes and try to vanish inside your kiss while all i hear is my heart beating. dear God, thank You for this "better thing" that You have in store for me following that bad relationship. this feels so right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from dinner with benny and oli. ordered alot but managed to finish everything and i think im sort of hungry now. i loved the long weekend. im so looking forward to the next weekend. i got caught in the rain this morning and i was shivering all over when i walked into the church. boon's brownies are the ultimate! like super! i seriously think he should start his own brownie shop. i mean, hes like famous amos at his early business stage. you know, handing out cookies to his friends as presents. only in this case boon's handing out his brownies. the point is, BOON'S BROWNIES ARE THE ULTIMATE! and benny is gonna challenge him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sharleen. seriously. the last time i talked to her online was a long time ago, and she fell asleep on her keyboard. the last time i talked to her in real life was an even longer time ago. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114762154732622810?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114762154732622810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114762154732622810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114762154732622810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114762154732622810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-got-so-much-to-say-and-yet-words.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114735116715989596</id><published>2006-05-11T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:20:45.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a very magicky day. i still cant believe it. dear God, what did i ever do to deserve him? thank You so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"me and you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what a feeling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114735116715989596?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114735116715989596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114735116715989596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114735116715989596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114735116715989596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterday-was-very-magicky-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114735043201347287</id><published>2006-05-11T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:27:12.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sports carnival day today. i busted 14 bucks on cab fare and got my cheeks burnt under the sun. and yet it was really fun watching softball and ultimate frisbee and screaming "GO T5!!" seems like all the other classes have got jerseys and our class tee turned out okay. but i doubt anybody's gonna wear it again. its so thick and black. ugh. one of the guys in our senior class got hit by the softball bat. it was pretty freaky cos he was in that passing out state and the pe teacher said he might have broken his cheekbone. i mean. OW! i cant believe that pe dude brushed it off just like that. he made it sound so normal. so after the whole carnival thing we ( samu, jon, marcus, kenny, mindy, jiaxin and me) went to watch mi3 at the new cathay building. i think the new cathay place is kinda nice. and i met jiezhen in the toilet. now im tired and i dont even know why cos i didnt even play in the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch at subway yesterday with denise, jiaxin and mindy. nick gomes came to join us after a bit. arghh like finally! nick!! after so long!!! after that went window shopping. window shopping because i spent on that marc jacobs stam bag and i dnt wanna overspend. plus i want to prove denise jiaxin and mindy wrong. i can control my shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the clouds seem a little fluffier and the air smells a little fresher. im thinking maybe its because of you. i just cant help smiling. what a feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114735043201347287?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114735043201347287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114735043201347287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114735043201347287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114735043201347287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/sports-carnival-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114727548579485477</id><published>2006-05-10T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:38:05.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you. -heart-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114727548579485477?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114727548579485477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114727548579485477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114727548579485477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114727548579485477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/you.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114710343129703722</id><published>2006-05-08T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:22:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/DSC04355.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/DSC04355.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/DSC04354.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/DSC04354.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of all thanks to benny who made my whole 17th birthday thing a 3-nights-in-a-row-affair. :D i love benny's presents most of all! [even though i screwd up the white t shirt :( ] colourful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114710343129703722?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114710343129703722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114710343129703722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114710343129703722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114710343129703722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/but-most-of-all-thanks-to-benny-who.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114710046168617510</id><published>2006-05-08T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:01:01.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;saturday + sunday + monday = :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;love = benny + uncle robert + aunty dolly + oli + mommy + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;            chris + jean + kailing + josh + weihan + marc + boon + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;            jiaxin + mindy + eli + charissa + denise + song im + taqiah +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;            jon + samuel + liang + peter + chris + roy + marcus + kenny? + keith + dalton +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;           hana + qian + daph + hooyi + geraldine + rachel + cheryl + missy + leesi + sashay + nor +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;           cat + andrew +  sop + sharon + shyna + people i miss out on :l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;3 great nights in a row = benny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;cant stop thinking about = benny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;i cant help smiling to myself = benny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the party thing the cell threw me was awesome! the food was really good ( the fish was super huge) and i love you guys so much! thanks so much for the super cute t shirt and paul frank slippers and the apron and the card! i ended up smelling pretty much like chocolate but hahah i dont care! you guys are the awesomest cell in the whole wide world!!  :D :D :D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and i love t05 :D so sweet!! even though, no thanks to kenny's disgusting present. yuck. but i love my class all the same! the chocolate cake was sinfully good its like the best. no wonder charissa's mom buys it for everybody's birthdays haha! i love the debbi bear denise gave also its super cute! its knob tail is practically screaming SQUEEZ ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114710046168617510?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114710046168617510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114710046168617510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114710046168617510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114710046168617510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/saturday-sunday-monday-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114692755094446148</id><published>2006-05-06T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:59:11.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/turnon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/turnon.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114692755094446148?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114692755094446148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114692755094446148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114692755094446148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114692755094446148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114692527426318429</id><published>2006-05-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:21:14.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got home from malaysia. i love everything about today! i love his family! i love the car ride! i love the food! i love the swim! i love the nap by the poolside! i love the dinner! i love the carrot cake the restaurant gave! i love the birthday song the guy sang! i love the present his folks got me! i love the present Part 1 he gave! i love EVERYTHING about today! i really love his family :) i cant stop smiling i feel so stupid! but what the heck! everything is wonderful now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114692527426318429?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114692527426318429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114692527426318429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114692527426318429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114692527426318429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-got-home-from-malaysia.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114675013710676384</id><published>2006-05-04T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:42:17.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i forget how happy you can make me. and then i thought about your smile, and just the thought of it alone brightened up my day by a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so we're always doing things like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things like falling asleep together over the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;singing songs even though we're both tone-deaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughing and being happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the way things are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but do we want something more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this weekend is totally packed, but im not complaining :) in fact, i cant wait for friday to come! im just not looking forward to being 17. i dont want to grow up. i want to marry a boy who doesnt grow up so much too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114675013710676384?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114675013710676384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114675013710676384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114675013710676384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114675013710676384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-i-forget-how-happy-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114658278074655391</id><published>2006-05-02T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:13:00.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/1445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I CANT WAIT!! -silent SCREAM- i feel really tired now i dont know why but my hair is still wet and i dont like sleeping with my hair wet. i thought a lot today, but i cant remember what i thought about now. probly cos my brain's not even functioning properly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colourful&lt;/span&gt; too -smiles-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114614962931708947?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114614962931708947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114614962931708947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114614962931708947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114614962931708947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cant-wait-to-see-my-mofo-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114605767568187807</id><published>2006-04-26T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:21:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two people who fall in love with each other don't necessarily have to be together. the more i think about it the more it makes sense. "if we get together and we break up we might just end up hating each other like how you hate him and how i hate her now". when two people get together things spiral downwards with a few occassional highs. im not saying that all relationships end up pretty much badly, but thats mostly the case. if the two dont get together, it'll be like replaying the prelude to a relationship over and over gain. and the feelings you get before you actually get together are actually very awesome. the sort you wouldnt trade the world for. so isnt it good this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but really, whats love? is it when your heart skips a beat everytime you see him and you cant help but smile, or even laugh out loud? is it when you feel like seeing him in the middle of the night when everybody else is asleep? or is it when you wake up to his hug and feel happy for the rest of the day? but im sure there's more to love than just that. i cant wait for the weekend to come. tomorrow's thursday already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;everybody should just be friends with everybody else. but its not possible, is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114605767568187807?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114605767568187807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114605767568187807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114605767568187807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114605767568187807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/04/two-people-who-fall-in-love-with-each.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114580019370295168</id><published>2006-04-23T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:49:53.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know why but i'm feeling really upset. for lost loves. for loves that didnt even have a chance to begin. and for many other things. but i dont know why im feeling so upset for. and then i keep thinking about the depressing thing that we were talking about a few days back. scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy likes girl. girl likes boy. boy didnt tell girl. girl didnt tell boy. another boy likes girl. girl likes the another boy. boy feels sad and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is such a waste. i mean it can be the other way round, the girl being the one feeling sad and stupid , you know. and im thinking if im ever going to be stuck in that kind of situation. i wouldnt know what to do. if one of them had said something earlier then they'd both just be happy together. ugh. so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana told me afie's sis got married and apparently it was really grand. i dont want a grand wedding. i just a simple church wedding. at st paul's church! haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114580019370295168?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114580019370295168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>"sandy, can't you see, im in misery?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song's stuck in my head! not my fault cos you've been singing it so much. thank God for you. i wouldnt know what to do without you. come to think of it, you've been there since the first minute everything was spiralling down. its time to really appreciate having you around. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;maybe you're the Better Thing that God has in store for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to cedar for garde cheerleading yesterday. maaan i miss being in a girls school. today we folded lotuses during ethics for that lotus project. its super cool! only that my first few lotuses look like cabbages and UFOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the world is a scary place to live in. most people look really nice on the surface, but i realize that not everybody's truly nice. it's pretty freaky when people tell me the flipside of some people. i'd never have imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at the end of the day, i think about it, and it never fails to make me smile. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"that is why all the girls in town&lt;br /&gt;follow you all around.&lt;br /&gt;just like me,&lt;br /&gt;they long to be,&lt;br /&gt;close to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114554329211990448?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114554329211990448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114554329211990448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/CIMG0508.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/CIMG0508.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDY OLI :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/CIMG0505.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/CIMG0505.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENNY:D BOON:D SANDY:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/CIMG0479.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/CIMG0479.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDY, KAILING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114538031277030783?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114538031277030783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114538031277030783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114538031277030783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114538031277030783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/04/benny-oli-sandy-benny-oli-sandy-sandy.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114501120943104685</id><published>2006-04-14T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:40:09.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a good day to sleep in. i love it's raining outside and the room is super cold and the bed is super cosy. it feels so good! and i love cooping myself up in the room to watch dvds. heheh. next week is gonna be pretty stressful cos of the tests, and i wont be surprised if i flunk that math test.  i think there's smth wrong with me cos i just had dinner and im hungry now. but thats ok because im going to have another dinner soon. i love oth! brooke is soooooooo sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my 2.4 run last monday, and it felt really weird because my shareleen wasn't there to run together with me :( she's been my running partner for 4 years now and i remembered the first time we didnt walk at all for 2.4 (it was in sec3 i think). it felt like such a great accomplishment ok! i miss shareleen so badly :( 2.4 was okay. minus the suppressed laughters + huge trees around the track + cedar primary school kids. it didnt feel like a normal 2.4 at all. ok i have no idea why im getting so emo over a 2.4 run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad im in st paul's church :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Ra-ma la-ma la-ma ka ding a da ding de dong&lt;br /&gt;Shoo-bop sha wad-da wad-da yipp-it-y boom de boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chang chang chang-it-ty chang shoo-bop&lt;br /&gt;Dip da-dip da-dip doo-wop da doo-bee doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Boog-e-dy boog-e-dy boog-e-dy boog-ed-y&lt;br /&gt;Shoo-by doo-wop she-bop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na yip-pit-y boom de boom&lt;br /&gt;Ra-ma la-ma la-ma ka ding-a de ding de dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shoo-bop sha wad-da wad-da yipp-it-y boom de boom&lt;br /&gt;Chang chang chang-it-ty chang shoo-bop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dip da-dip da-dip doo-wop da doo-bee doo&lt;br /&gt;Boog-e-dy boog-e-dy boog-e-dy boog-e-dy shoo-by doo-wop she-bop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na yip-pit-ty boom de boom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114501120943104685?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114501120943104685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114501120943104685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114501120943104685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114501120943104685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-good-day-to-sleep-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114467547363897550</id><published>2006-04-10T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:24:33.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll never i wont i shall never be able to forget that movie magic moment. after all, it's magic. words aren't adequate enough to describe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114467547363897550?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114467547363897550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114467547363897550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114467547363897550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114467547363897550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-never-i-wont-i-shall-never-be-able.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114447684950436929</id><published>2006-04-08T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:14:09.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a question i want to spend my whole life answering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114447684950436929?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114447684950436929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114447684950436929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114447684950436929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114447684950436929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-kiss-is-question-i-want-to-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114424319890046747</id><published>2006-04-05T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:19:58.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taken a picture naked? no.&lt;br /&gt;Made out with a member of the same sex? yes.&lt;br /&gt;Danced in front of your mirror? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Told a lie? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten in a car with people you just met? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested? No.&lt;br /&gt;Left your house without telling your parents? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ditched school to do something more fun? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Seen someone die? No.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a picture? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 3? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Lain on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Played dress up? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Felt an earthquake? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Touched a snake? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ran a red light? No.&lt;br /&gt;Had detention? Almost&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Pole danced? No.&lt;br /&gt;Been lost? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sang karaoke? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue? No.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed in the rain? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the shower? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Got your tongue stuck to a pole? No.&lt;br /&gt;Ever gone to school partially naked? No.&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a roof top? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Played chicken? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? No.&lt;br /&gt;Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? No.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone? No.&lt;br /&gt;Mooned/flashed someone? No.&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten someone's name? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Slept naked? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Blacked out from drinking? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Played a prank on someone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like killing someone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Made a parent cry? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Cried over someone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Had sex more than 5 times in one day? No.&lt;br /&gt;Had/Have a dog? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band? No.&lt;br /&gt;Drank 25 sodas in a day? No.&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun? No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114424319890046747?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114424319890046747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114424319890046747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114424319890046747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114424319890046747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/04/taken-picture-naked-no.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114416653220407158</id><published>2006-04-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:02:12.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do not like the feeling of being confused&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114416653220407158?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114416653220407158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114416653220407158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114416653220407158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114416653220407158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-do-not-like-feeling-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114408193035441951</id><published>2006-04-04T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:32:11.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mondays are gloomy days. first of all, there's monday blues. to make things worse, monday is the worst and longest day of schooldays because lessons end at 5. thirdly, the last period is pe. i can just bang my head on the wall. luckily i didnt have to do pe today because of my cramps!! :D i know i shouldnt be sounding happy about cramps, but sheesh they got me away from pe! samu sprained his ankle and chris cut his leg during pe today. pe is a dangerous game. people should stay away from it. and then it poured. as in, SERIOUSLY POURED. the lightnings were so scary, but the rain was a pretty sight :) people were actually taking pictures of it from the grand stand. i love the grand stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ptm was boring. ugh. im so tired now i cant think straight, but im done sending the pics to people. pfft. i love my class. nick went away from cj for real this time :( i still think hes really stupid for doing that, no offense nick! u know im just kidding la. but i think you're gonna be even more stressed in sp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things got miserable yesterday. i feel guilty for making him feel this way. is it my fault. i dont know la. but somehow i feel like its my fault. but if i do it against my heart's wishes, then wont it be a greater crime? i know alot of peeps are gna think im a bitch or smth. but what the heck. im over that. ok i dont know what im typing about anymore. i cant keep my eyes focused. im gonna snooze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114408193035441951?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114408193035441951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114408193035441951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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leaving. that means one less good thing about this fab bunch of a class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114355883540555378?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114355883540555378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114355883540555378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114355883540555378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114355883540555378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/03/babes-and-nick-gays.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114347136925571834</id><published>2006-03-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:56:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pe wasnt that tiring today and im glad for that :) today was pretty alright because even though the subjects we had were pretty bad, the lessons themselves weren't that bad. im kinda surprised that gp is actually darned interesting. anyway, most of the class peeps went down to town for dinner just now. couldnt decide whether to go for marche or nydc or swensens or whatnots, so we settled for budget (or not so budget) dinner at kfc. talk about feeding yourself with healthy stuff. after that we walked arnd for a bit. it sounds (and looked) really retarded, but the whole bunch of us were in guardian choosing facial wash to buy for the class. then we went to watson's cos the guys said its cheaper there :l honestly, ive never seen so many guys crowding arnd a face care shelf and tryna make a decision on which wash to buy. its too gay to be true. but yeah. its true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and whoohoo! i cant believe it but i got into dance!! actually everybody who went down for the audition got into dance. BUT. i got into the competition team! omg its like so surreal. i still cant believe it. but im only too happy to believe it. i dnt know what ranting on about now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i miss march hols. :( all the vids we watched and the sleepovers. dang. good times sure fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i havent bought my gc yet. i cant stand math. i cant stand econs either. it makes logical things complicated because of all the confusing terms. id rather do without the terms. i saw qian during pe today. but we didnt talk. ha ha. this is so weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i love going to school.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;  CJC&lt;/span&gt;. so should everybody else. because its the most happening thing in the whole wide world. ok maybe im exaggerating, but its really cool and fun and hip and everything good. im glad ib didnt take me in. ha ha suckers!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114347136925571834?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114347136925571834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114347136925571834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114347136925571834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114347136925571834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/03/pe-wasnt-that-tiring-today-and-im-glad.html' 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whats gg on. i cant believe how dumb i can be sometimes. and i wasted 16 bucks. darn it. but the rest of the day was just blissful&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept.&lt;br /&gt;and i slept.&lt;br /&gt;and i slept some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt get to meet up with kyna n auds. dang. trust the doctor to give me the med that made me drowsy. or maybe i was just sleepy. yesterday was nuts. i cant stand mass pe! its gotta be like the worst thing ever in cj. went for dance audition yesterday. it was really scary. cos everybody there looked like they've got super pro dance background. luckily i had belle n pris n elizabeth n nick to make things better. but the audition part was damn scary. the fact that i was in the first group made it scarier. i thought i was gonna forget the steps. and i bet i made a fool out of myself in front of everybody else&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; :l &lt;/span&gt;i hope i get into dance though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope all these misunderstandings or non-misunderstanding stuff will get cleared up soon. its bad for health when you get pricky over smth that's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love cj! i love t05! yay yay (samuel style) i hope aloy gets into sa polo. maybe he's the magic that sajc's been waiting for the past 826351949365002 years to happen. and i hope aloy doesnt get more ego than he already is jsut because peeps go up to him n tell him he's an eyecandy to many girls -shudders- i mean. i wonder how he responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garde cheerleading this sat. &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; i love mah girls! and theyre gna paint the town green!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114312685869560138?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114286553226389190</id><published>2006-03-20T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:38:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things that annoy me:&lt;br /&gt;1. bitchy ex boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;2. bitchy friends of bitchy ex boyfriends who have no idea of whats really going on, and still bitch about you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;3. people who shower too much self pity on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;4. people who assume. alot. perhapy a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;5. bitchy people who spread rumors.&lt;br /&gt;6. people who call themselves friends but still bitch about you anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;7. ex boyfriends who act like theyre the victims of relationships when they actually victimise you.&lt;br /&gt;8. ex boyfriends who get overly jealous&lt;br /&gt;9. ex boyfriends who had some sort of hidden agenda when they were together with you&lt;br /&gt;10. my feeling sorry and actually being really nice to people who disappoint me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that felt good :) had dinner with lausanne just now. i love her so much! it's because of friends like her that make me feel happy. mofo is watching desperate housewives now. i dnt like waiting for one episode to play by the week. no kick. i shall rent the whole season and watch it during the hols. i miss march hols so badly. this time of the day last week i was having fun :( now im worrying about that history assignment and the fucking cellphone that just wont stop ringing. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114286553226389190?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114286553226389190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/1%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/1%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/vday%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/vday%20027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) i love my babes. i miss sec 2 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/1%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/1%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says I -HEART- TV and a tree with stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114270606113280955?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114270606113280955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114270606113280955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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boyfriend/girlfriend:&lt;br /&gt;1. real nice&lt;br /&gt;2. real sweet&lt;br /&gt;3. real cute&lt;br /&gt;4. real romantic&lt;br /&gt;5. loves cartoon&lt;br /&gt;6. real boyish&lt;br /&gt;7. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;1. anything thats got to do with horror&lt;br /&gt;2. being alone. as in not status-wise, but being alone. aiya.&lt;br /&gt;3. losing my sight&lt;br /&gt;4. falling in love with jerks&lt;br /&gt;5. zits&lt;br /&gt;6. fats&lt;br /&gt;7. havent got it figured out yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I like (to do) the most:&lt;br /&gt;1. wasting time with the person and people i love&lt;br /&gt;2. laze about and goof arnd in bed&lt;br /&gt;3. singing along to my favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;4. shopping&lt;br /&gt;5. renting videos and staying up all night watching them&lt;br /&gt;6. being random&lt;br /&gt;7. laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I plan to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. meet The Guy&lt;br /&gt;2. marry The Guy&lt;br /&gt;3. live happily ever after with The Guy&lt;br /&gt;4. watch all the cartoons in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;5. know how to tell the difference between satellites and stars&lt;br /&gt;6. discover a star and have it named after me&lt;br /&gt;7. spread the love around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I say the most:&lt;br /&gt;1. oh my gosh&lt;br /&gt;2. eew&lt;br /&gt;3. huh&lt;br /&gt;4. haha ok&lt;br /&gt;5. i love you&lt;br /&gt;6. shyt&lt;br /&gt;7. wah fuck sia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114270564083746168?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114270564083746168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>suddenly it seems like i have so much time to waste. i went down to borders to get my lit books just now. and they dnt have any! i was like wth. kino's still the best, even though the prices of the books are slightly higher. the lady said i'd get a 20% discount if i signed up for their privilege card so i did. haha talk abt loving discounts. after that i went to get stationery at city hall area. i had to idea marina square turned into something like it is right now. its a pretty cool place actually. i dnt mind spending more time there to explore all the food places that they have there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cell group for the first time today and we watched narnia. mark got the girls shorts n earrings frm thailand! obviously i went for the green one. its a fake adidas pair but it doesnt look fake on me for obvious reasons. ok kidding. then all of us went for supper at beer garden. the cab uncle wanted to tell me freaky ghost stories but i was like uncle bu yao gao shu wo, wo bu yao. then he kept laughing. very not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church tomorrow. i shall snooze now. my cousin just walk into the room crying. sigh. men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114270368982155690?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114270368982155690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114270368982155690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114270368982155690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114270368982155690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/03/suddenly-it-seems-like-i-have-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114259851906374271</id><published>2006-03-17T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:34:59.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/for%20shar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/for%20shar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hello shar i made this for you. i hope you see this shareleen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im loving singlehood :D swingin single. party on babeh, bring on da hunks! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114259851906374271?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114259851906374271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114259851906374271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114259851906374271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114259851906374271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-shar-i-made-this-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114248710593270264</id><published>2006-03-16T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T13:31:46.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/AdamBrody_ringer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/AdamBrody_ringer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adam, you are such a geek-cute good boy-hot heart-throb, even though i dont really like the name 'adam'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114248710593270264?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114248710593270264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114248710593270264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114248710593270264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114248710593270264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/03/adam-you-are-such-geek-cute-good-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114244132809414650</id><published>2006-03-16T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T00:48:48.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>points to ponder:&lt;br /&gt;1. "im glad you got over it so quickly :)" you bet, honey. im glad too. freakin glad. :D&lt;br /&gt;2. "but rules are meant to be broken" so true. so so true. whats life without excitement huh, mofo?&lt;br /&gt;3. " follow your heart" the heart is always correct. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking perhaps, just perhaps, i really do fascinate you after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114244132809414650?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114244132809414650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114244132809414650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114244132809414650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114244132809414650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/03/points-to-ponder-1_16.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114216260771344619</id><published>2006-03-12T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:23:27.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;dear darling, so it really is over for you and me. its not you and me no more. its just you. me. there's no longer that 'and' that links us together; that speaks of love and hope and happiness for us; of wat the future may bring for us together. it is sort of sad. i thought we were gonna hang on together for a couple more years and get married, like how we used to talk about during the long  night calls. i thought you're the one. so cliche but true. i still think youre the one. im tired of all these. im not getting anywhere. i miss the person that you used to be. youre so different now, i wonder where the guy who made me fell in love with went. honestly, i cant let go just yet. one year two months is too long a timeframe to let go just like that. even after all these stuff, i hope you know that i still love you. so sad but true, for me there's only you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114216260771344619?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114216260771344619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114216260771344619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114216260771344619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114216260771344619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-darling-so-it-really-is-over-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114130770897060839</id><published>2006-03-02T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:55:08.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIG. I DNT WANNA BE FRIGGIN SENT TO CJ. NO NO NO. NO NO NO NO NO NO. FRIG. FROG. ARGH. frog is only one letter different from frig. ARGH I WANNA DIE. I DNT WANNA FRIGIN GO TO FRIGIN CJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114130770897060839?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114130770897060839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114130770897060839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114130770897060839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114130770897060839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/03/frig.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114104854215732786</id><published>2006-02-27T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:55:42.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was so cold a moment ago and now its damn friggin hot. i dont even know why. i think maybe my body is malfunctioning. had brekkie at mac's this morn with mofo. finally she's early! thats like smth worth celebrating, man. maybe we shd have brekkie at s'bux tmr. i love the roundness of the s'bux place at tm. after brekkie mofo and i cabbed to sch. we were running away frm the main gate cos obviously we didnt wanna get caught by irritating teachers. so by the time we got to the staircase (which is like, only 10-15 m away frm the gate) we were panting like near dead horses. talk about stamina, biatch &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i finally got around telling everybody (almost ) to stop eating the canteen food because seriously it's disgusting and poisonous. the poison takes the form of caterpilars(sp) and worms and im not kidding because the pics of those icky tubey stuff were posted on the tp site. the comments are really entertaining heh. honestly, everybody should just have their recess outside sch or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat feels like its been rubbed with sand. its so horrid. thank goodness for ben n jerry's chocolate fudge brownie. takes the pain off for a while yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;makeout kids never have the chance to be best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114104854215732786?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114104854215732786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114104854215732786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114104854215732786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114104854215732786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-was-so-cold-moment-ago-and-now-its.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114080293205409787</id><published>2006-02-25T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T01:42:12.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;today is a happy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tonight let's be lovers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114080293205409787?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114080293205409787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114080293205409787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114080293205409787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114080293205409787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-is-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114070797695156172</id><published>2006-02-23T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:19:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;im falling in love all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114070797695156172?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114070797695156172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114070797695156172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114070797695156172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114070797695156172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-falling-in-love-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114049473386885051</id><published>2006-02-21T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:05:33.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;you say you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;diamonds on a ring of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;you say you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;your story to remain untold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;but all the promises we make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;from the cradle to the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all i want is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;you say you'll give me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;a highway with noone in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;treasure just to look upon it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;all the riches in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;you say you'll give me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;eyes in a moon of blindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;a river in time of dryness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;a harbour in the tempest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;but all the promises we make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;from the cradle to the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all i want is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;you say you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;diamonds on a ring of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;your story to remain untold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;your love not to grow cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;all the promises we break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;from the cradle to the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all i want is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;iloveben iloveben iloveben iloveben iloveben iloveben iloveben iloveben iloveben iloveben iloveben iloveben iloveben iloveben iloveben. this is pathetic. i aint nothin but a hound dog.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114049473386885051?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/114049473386885051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=114049473386885051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114049473386885051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/114049473386885051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-say-you-want-diamonds-on-ring-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-114041714423586507</id><published>2006-02-20T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T14:32:24.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/DSC00396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/200/DSC00396.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so tell me now and i wont ask again.&lt;br /&gt;will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped school again today. mondays are bad days to start your weeks with, especially when you know people are gonna give you shit during the week. two years of a roundabout and now it's back to this shithole again. peopl never actually learn from past mistakes do we. the roses are dying, and so am i. there's actually nobody who can save me right now. i cant think straight and if i do i cant not cry. valentine's day came and go. i cant stand this. of all the people in the world, why must it be you? it is so unfair. you're just too selfish to do me any good at all right now. things really do fall apart, dont they. ive been asking the same quesiton since this crap started two years ago, and i still cant get at the answer. romance dies out too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. now i sound like somebody who just got ditched. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-114041714423586507?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113967580237568538</id><published>2006-02-12T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:36:42.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pfft. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113967580237568538?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113967580237568538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113967580237568538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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go for road run, woke up at 13 30, got an MC and that means they cant make me do anything close to running 23 rounds around the track ha ha losers, and medicine for my sensitive nose. bad because i miss out on all the camwhoring that i can imagine shereen n the rest did during road run at east coast. where the fun and the sun is. seriously i cant imagine wat it wouldve been like if i went for road run. i slept at 3 yesterday because of certain unhappy matters n i would certainly be:&lt;br /&gt;1. very groggy&lt;br /&gt;2. very easily irritable&lt;br /&gt;3. i dont know what else, but it definitely wont be pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole world's talking abt friday. honestly when i think about it i get a little panicky, but not enough to keep me thinking about it all the time. not enough to keep me awake at night. is that abnormal? i dont know, but like, wats done is done, and i dnt wanna waste time crying over spilled milk. i dno if thats the correct expression ha ha but its smth along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love backstreet boys. seriously. i truly madly deeply do and its driving me nuts because i still cant believe i didnt go for their concert. that is just too bizzare to believe. i hate guys who make girls cry. thats so wrong. and girls actually bear that sort of treatment. sigh. the things people do for love. nobody can ever understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im tired of typing. hopefully hana will be early enough for apple pie tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the whole big deal with love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113941315367247900?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113941315367247900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;school isnt that bad after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113888778963916998?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113888778963916998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113888778963916998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113888778963916998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113888778963916998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/02/school-isnt-that-bad-after-all-d.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113881184089192482</id><published>2006-02-02T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:37:20.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy chinese new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;happy 17th birthday, zay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im so tired right now. i had no idea dance could be so tiring. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;zay's supposed birthday party wasnt that great, but the after party was pretty cool. it was like a slumber party! super fun! but apparently according to how i missed out alot on the talking part. but still. i had fun singing dont wanna miss a thing and time of your life and songs of that sort with how n benny. benny imitates screeches very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lausy is really crazy when shes wasted. according to ben she made me (or wanted to make me):&lt;br /&gt;1. have a grass rolling competition with her&lt;br /&gt;2. dance on the dj's yellow sportscar&lt;br /&gt;3. trespass over to the neighbour's place&lt;br /&gt;4. swim on ben's bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still. it wouldnt have been the same if the people were different and the night was different. and ohmygosh the stars at clementi shine very brightly! :D ben showed me the orion's belt and i showed benny the orion's belt. its the easiest thing to spot. and the handiest thing to make u sound like a pro in astronomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still very tired. had dinner only at 9 plus today. ive been wasting 10 buck trips to the fullerton and im still gna waste some more till the end of this week. audrey's here with my cousins and she's sooooooooooo adorable. i love her big big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn it, i still want my cheese prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113881184089192482?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113881184089192482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113881184089192482' title='0 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verdana;"&gt;um. i miss handbell. and the font's in purple in honour of the handbell costume. can somebody send me the handbell pics that we took so long ago but never got to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad because backstreet boys are in town and i dnt get to touch them. or even see them or hear them sing. i wanted to watch the concert so baaaaaaadly. dno what happened la. super cranky. i love nick carter!!! (back when he was cute). i dnt mind aaron carter, really. cat actually bought me his autobiography for my 12th birthday. i cant believe how mad she can get. but i love that book :D because its full of aaron's pics :D hes so hawwt. and i still have the topless-aaron poster that el gave me in sec1. DROOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my math teacher! he's called mr triple k. not because of anything but because his initials r really kkk. and hes really cute and funny!! not cute in the wow-hes-hawt way but funny cute. chinese lecture was very relaxing cos we got to watch march of the penguins n eat pocky sticks n sleep at the back row tgt w geraldine n cherl n rach. gp was torturous because i laughed so much my stomach hurt. rachel was mad enough to say 'yes! maozedong!' so loudly halfway thru the lecture. she has maozedong's little red book!! haha and there are alot of mao's handsome faces in the book :D and she was like, how come he never change his hairstyle huh? i was like, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chinese teacher knows how to speak indon. and he wants me to talk to him in indon so he can improve. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my bathrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113810336022877228?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113810336022877228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113810336022877228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113810336022877228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113810336022877228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/01/um.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113793587855285493</id><published>2006-01-22T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:17:58.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;seriously, whoever wants to crash tp should just crash. I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOOYI AND SOP&lt;/span&gt;, SO DONT RUN AWAY. but if u guys run away, treat me to smth nice to eat. honestly, the cold brownies werent that bad after all. they tasted cute. i mean, that was the first time i tasted cold brownies! its somewhere between awesome and hmm -raises eyebrows-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that didnt really make sense but really, cold brownies taste cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shopped myself happy today! haha :D but not happy enough to be able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113793587855285493?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113793587855285493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113793587855285493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113793587855285493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113793587855285493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/01/seriously-whoever-wants-to-crash-tp.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113768135068896469</id><published>2006-01-19T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:35:50.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;why georgia why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dno why i went to sch today la its such a waste of time. and thank God i didnt go for chinese. acc to geraldine the chungcheng people in the chinese class all took higher chinese in sec sch. that spells trouble. BIG trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dnt feel like gg sch tmr :l i had chicken rice for dinner and i was busy picking out all the mushrooms whoohoo. i love mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gg to read the storybook bible :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113768135068896469?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113768135068896469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113768135068896469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113768135068896469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113768135068896469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-georgia-why-i-dno-why-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113758703977770808</id><published>2006-01-18T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:23:59.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;dearest all, hello. i think tp is getting better. the people are getting cooler. and the days still slack. BUT. the pe here is a total NONO man. heres wat we did (or rather, were forced to) for our very first pe lesson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;1.2 km run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;100 jumping jacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;50 squats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;60 crunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;pull ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;push ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;darn it. im so not looking forward to the next pe lesson. i cant decide if i shd go school or not tmr. ugh. i honestly think tp is the slackest jc on the whole island. i mean, man! even mi is not this slack! well, but who's complaining? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i think soh peiying ran away with the class fund. qian and i baked brownies this afternoon! it doesnt taste that great, but its crunchy. and qian told me they taste better cold. i mean hello, what brownies are crunchy and taste better cold? arent they supposed to be soft n chewy n taste best when warm? haha okay we're suckers in the kitchen. but its not totally our fault, cos we bought betty crocker's brownie pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im too lazy to type. meiqi's party was super cool and i got super tired. but it was really fun :D happy 17th birthday babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113758703977770808?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113679651821719565</id><published>2006-01-09T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:48:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i want to have a white house with a high ceiling, four white columns up front, carpet grass all around, a pond towards the right side of the house, a swing up front on the patio, window panes that reach up all the way to the second level on both sides of the house, a huge tree out back, and filled with love all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, the classic sort. the kind that brings back old age romance and smells of dew drops in the morning. oh yeah and i want a pretty garden at the back, with a fountain in the middle and fairy lights around it at night. and steps leading to the house in the front. oh my gosh i can see the whole house complete with furniture inside :D when it rains i'll sit by the window, listening to emo songs or jazz and watching the raindrops roll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im only writing this because its raining and i cant watch the raindrops roll down. but i really want a white house like the one i wrote about. ok i feel dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113679651821719565?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113679651821719565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113679651821719565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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something&lt;br /&gt;i think you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;when i say that something&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love ben i love ben i love ben&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i miss you so much babykins! its like what, the first time in a whole week. damn. and i cant wait to see you again tmr after your training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to chompchomp for supper with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; :D after O-night. saw quite a few people there AND GUESS WHO I BUMPED INTO! HOLY MACARONI I ACTUALLY BUMPED INTO PEIYING!! :D :D :D words REALLY arent sufficient to express it. i dnt actually know what 'it' is referring to, but yeah. and i miss you guys soooooooooo friggin much. the food at tp sucks. they serve pretty cold stuff. yuck. and its not only about the food. its abt the people too man. i cant remember names very well and like till now i dnt even know half of my og members' name. but um, theyre kinda dull anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gna log outta here and sign in to my bed. i love ikea. people buy ikea stuff yall. theyre the hottest in every corner of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss ben alr. im feeling pretty much screwd. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby i miss your kisses. it didnt feel right when we met up jsut now. maybe ur just too tired. i dno. but it didnt feel like you. i miss you babykins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113630525777496173</id><published>2006-01-04T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:20:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thank God for you. thanks for always being there for me. i suppose i will never understand how u are able to hear my smiles or frowns or when im about to cry. the first day was crap and it seems so unfair that you're having so much fun when im not. blame me for being dumb. thank you for being the one i know i can always fall back on without the slightest hint of a doubt. thank you for loving me non exhaustively. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we'll always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;love is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;love is knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113630525777496173?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113630525777496173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113630525777496173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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255);"&gt;tp is super sucky i dont wanna stay here for so long omg id rather just work my arse off or sth along that line. maybe one day's too early to form such a judgement, but isnt cheering in hokkien a little too severe? and there are like so many neighbourhoodies here i just cant fit in! urgh. id rather retain and stay back in cedar. okay maybe not retain but just not go tp. yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113630253043497262?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113630253043497262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113630253043497262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113630253043497262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113630253043497262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-never-expected-it-to-be-so-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113609777488392184</id><published>2006-01-01T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T14:42:54.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;howdy people. happy new year! hope you guys had a blast. spent new year's eve at ngee ann city with ben n the usual peeps. it was pretty okay, despite the fact that it was super dead and boring at the start. but anyways, just what is up with drunk guys (and not so drunk ones) and bared chests?! it's like they have to show people their chests or smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i missed the first church service of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i slept at 6 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i was totally amused looking at a bangla performing a wild dance last nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i saw meiqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i bathed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;really, there isnt much to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but anyway i still have no idea which orientation group i belong to. hana's in abba. she knows cos they called her yesterday afternoon. im still totally clueless. honestly should i be worried? cos nobody called me yet! it'll be totally distressing if they go smth along the line of 'oops sry we forgot abt u just join whichever group you want'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i love watching tom and jerry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113609777488392184?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113609777488392184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113609777488392184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113609777488392184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113609777488392184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2006/01/howdy-people.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113530831881859296</id><published>2005-12-23T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T11:25:18.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hey all. just got back from jakarta and im missing it alr. been really busy relaxing, and i got into tp, along with hana and afie, so i guess its not that bad. but i hope afie gets into ac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the everything of jkt. esp the food, that goes without any mentioning. theres just so much to eat (: and i think i got fairer and fatter cos i didnt get to do any serious walking during the hols (except in the malls). so yeah you vaguely have an idea of the state im in right now. the only thing i cant stand abt jkt is the traffic jams, what with the busway thing now. i got caught in a 3 hour traffic jam on the way back to home frm plaza indonesia. it was so damn horrible. i took afternoon naps together with audrey and when she woke up we watched tom n jerry together. haha shes the cutest thing ever! even though she can be a real pain sometimes. i miss her :( and her most favourite thing to write on anything is audrey valencia putera (her name). she'll just pretend tt she's real sick when asked to write other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and heres a sorry to qian:&lt;br /&gt;even though its not my fault that your slow and didnt remember the date on which im coming back and still dare to blame me for it, im still sorry that you were angry (or at least pretend to be ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to handbell:&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea tt u guys were having a gathering! and when i finally did i couldnt make it cos i was still in indon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to aloy:&lt;br /&gt;for falling asleep and not waking up even when you called so many times and got u worried :l i feel really bad abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalo dibanging sama jkt, sg itu kayaknya nga ada hiburannya deh. ada sih ada, tapi kok kayaknya sepi and boring banget. tempat yg ada orangnya ya pasti di orchard. selain itu ngga ada lagi. kasiaaan deh loe. bahasa indo gw udah parah banget. kalo ngga dipake pasti jadi gawat. bisa bisa nantinya bukan orang indo lagi. gw pengen banget balik ke jkt lagi deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113530831881859296?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113530831881859296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113530831881859296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113530831881859296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113530831881859296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113345879239415296</id><published>2005-12-02T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T01:39:52.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hello children! havent been updating much because im getting lazier and lazier by the day. haiyer. but anyway i shall start updating again from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;went out with meiqi. she bought tonnes of stuff but i only bought very little stuff, because i think that theres nothing worth my money. and then we asked this aunty to help us take a picture in front of the christmas tree at taka, and she took aeons to take just one picture and our smiles were like frozen on our faces. watched oliver twist in the evening, but i had to get out of the cinema halfway thru the show cos ben was there alr and i didnt want to make him angry :l (but he still did get pissed anyway). i feel so terrible for pangseh-ing mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;i forgot. but i bet i went out with ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up very very early in the morning to go to ben's place. had brunch at mccafe (the one at west coast is really big. even bigger than the one at east coast). met qian in the afternoon. took a few pictures, despite our rekindled affection for the camera. call me trigger happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, which is today:&lt;br /&gt;went to ben's place not so early in the morning. watched videos. had lunch. went to mccafe again for lemon meringue (i love it!). supposed to have mexican for dinner but in the end decided against it and had spaggedies instead. met zay, boon, benny at indochine the restaurant. i had sticky mango rice! (HELLO HANA) and then came home. theyre clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized pictures look better when theyre developed. as in, you develop them and sort them out in pretty photo albums so that you can flip thru them whenever you want. now i have 200 over pictures to develop. and i love polaroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming. everybody's got to be excited!! im gna be back before christmas :D ben im gna miss you so much omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been so long, i forgot how i fell in love with you in the first place. but this afternoon, when i saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the smile&lt;/span&gt; and looked into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those eyes&lt;/span&gt;, i fell in love all over again. so this was how i fell in love with you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113345879239415296?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113345879239415296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113345879239415296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113345879239415296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113345879239415296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-children-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113310641959300383</id><published>2005-11-27T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:46:59.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;prom's over :( i want another prom. it was all very cool. i wasnt that excited, but after the make up lady did qian's and hooyi's and my makeup, and hana got dressed in my dress, i got pretty excited. sadly enough i took only 50+ pics. thank God i didnt stumble while walking down with peiying (eek!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i love u guys. it was fun. HEEHEE. i love you guys. kisskiss! lets go drink again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113310641959300383?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113310641959300383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113310641959300383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113310641959300383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113310641959300383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/11/proms-over-i-want-another-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113288802325531235</id><published>2005-11-25T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T11:07:03.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;THINGS ARE GONNA GET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;XPLOSIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; TONIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113288802325531235?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113288802325531235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113288802325531235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113288802325531235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113288802325531235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-are-gonna-get-xplosive-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113250155174502691</id><published>2005-11-20T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:45:51.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hello friends! im lovin it badabababa. its over its over its over :D or, in the words of peiying our dear monitress (still), &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MOMMY IT'S OVER!&lt;/span&gt; whoohooo. all the best to thee, all ye combined science kids. may God keep you. :D im sry for being so bitchy but ha ha cant help it dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels a wee bit funny- funny as in weird funny not haha funny- to not have to study anymore. like, before this i couldnt imagine not having to touch my tys ever again OMG! i mean i could imagine it, but when it finally comes down to it, i cant. i totally have no idea what im typing about. im just hoping that it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent had so much sleep in such a long time. well maybe i did, but it's great to sleep now cus the stress is gone! bye bye stress, go park ur frickin ass on the road. im just scared that i'll keep getting fatter and eventually having to join taf club. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last friday after o's everybody was like screaming in the hall when the chief examiner (whom everybody &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suspect &lt;/span&gt;is flirting with whats-that-teachers-name on the stage) announced that we're dismissed. the triplets were screaming the loudest and for the longest time. man, i wonder why. is it because they can start on A levels now, or is it because theyve been stressed ever since they stepped into school as sec1s. i dont want to know. i mean, they even have to scream when they go to the toilet! wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana my dear mofo described the end of o's as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;getting to pee after holding it for so long&lt;/span&gt;. couldnt agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we got out of school it started to get pissy cus there's no available cab around. went to watch harry potter with ben at 11 50 that night. hana went to watch at 1 am with her friends. peiying watched it with fiona late that night too. harry potter sure is popular. he's like a piece of almost-sold-out hot cake. it was so nice! and pretty scary. the merpeople look really awful and scary. they totally dont resemble ariel or her hot sisters. saw kyna and kailing at maestro bistro (or smth like that) before the show. before that i saw anna near the lift. it was like close to midnight and everybody (not quite, just a few that i know) was in town. whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized once again that singapore is a boring place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom is coming. aha. cant wait to see all the mambo queens. i love my girlfriends!! psst sop, i see you hog that tagboard -smacks bubble butt-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113250155174502691?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113250155174502691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113250155174502691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113250155174502691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113250155174502691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-friends-im-lovin-it-badabababa.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113215360344433305</id><published>2005-11-16T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:06:43.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;physics was disappointing. im so screwing my o's up. 2 more days i cant wait. i cant wait. i really cant wait. then there's prom next week. so many people are not gg or leaving halfway.okay actually shar is leaving halfway. shalom and hana and daph arent gg. trust these people to do these kind of stuff. i dno what to expect for amath tomorrow. i want to dig a hole and stay there forever. lit was horrible. really horrible. even mrs foo said that it was difficult :l i dont want to get a C. but i know it'll happen. something bad will happen. haiyer i'll miss bitching abt helena kingshaw and the hoopers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;i dont know why but the font looks so big on this com. man physics was bad. argh okay shut up sandra. i feel weird writing my name on the answer sheets. im so used to people calling me bra (thanks to el and her wonderful little invention).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;mani, pedi, money, more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;shop until my feet are sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;fly back home for spa and stores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;many, pedi, money, more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;ok thats dumb. how random. and spontaneous over space and time. shar, hana and i saw The Penguin Man of PP Mac's today. he's so cute!! hana wants to take a video of him. im gna miss seeing The Penguin Man. o's are almost over and sometimes i get the slightest feeling, just a hint of it playing around, that it isnt anything significant. studying confuse me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;please dont leave so soon. it's just way too soon. i hate saying goodbye. i never have, never am, and never will be good at it. who's gna be here for me when you're there? who's gna listen to me even in the dead of night when youre miles away? its been great these 4yrs (almost) and then suddenly you just have to go. im &lt;em&gt;standing still.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;i wonder how many feelings a person can have at any one time, because right now, i think all the feelings ever invented are mashed up and clogging my veins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113215360344433305?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113215360344433305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113215360344433305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113215360344433305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113215360344433305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/11/physics-was-disappointing.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113107100937075116</id><published>2005-11-04T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:23:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i never knew there's a PRETTYcedarians friendster account hahahah and it's really quite retarded but fun and distracting because i spent um smth like an hour looking at the profiles of the girls in there. i must say that it is very interesting indeed, and im stifling my laughter right now because my brother's asleep and i dont want to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major eew! emath and ss on monday. like qian once said (not like she's dead but she said it some time ago), i cant wait for the o's to be over but i dont want it to start. so why cant we just fast forward and skip the o's part. i made a mirror on monday, with qian's help of picking the flower shaped one which is very gay for a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten things i want to do right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. go supermarket&lt;br /&gt;2. shop hop&lt;br /&gt;3. bake&lt;br /&gt;4. fly back to jkt&lt;br /&gt;5. hibernate&lt;br /&gt;6. eat. binge. whatever you get the idea&lt;br /&gt;7. stay away from math&lt;br /&gt;8. lose the pounds ive gained&lt;br /&gt;9. kill the flu monster&lt;br /&gt;10. sit in front of tv all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.4 isnt a very safe thing to do now because of terrorism and whathaveyou's in indon who have nothing to do but act like saddam and osama all day. no.6 and 8 are in direct contrast. i cant do no.9 because he is invisible and i cant hack an invisible thing's head off. i dont know why im doing this because its kinda stupid that im analysing my own written things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, you guys should go and see the prettycedarians thing its damn funny. i was afraid they will disappear from my friends request list if i dnt add them so i added them and theyre now officially my friend. ah the little joys friendster provide thank God i kept my acc, even though its like dormant. ok you guys really shd go and see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i updated our class blog (: too bad they banned kimchi. too bad i missed the closing ceremony. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113107100937075116?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113107100937075116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113107100937075116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113107100937075116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113107100937075116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-never-knew-theres-prettycedarians.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113063754539493425</id><published>2005-10-30T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T10:00:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello blog! i havent been here to visit you since so long ago. ive been sleeping alot. aloysius said that he knew a guy who grew 2 cm a day frm sleeping so much. i hope i can grow 3 cm a day. had physics lesson in the morning yesterday. i think mr yau is such a nice guy. and it's nice to know that he trusts us (: chinese o's tomorrow and i dnt really know my stuff. (yet). i (dont) feel like taking the paper. it's such a big sucker. i hate you, chinese o level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been weird. if i were to draw a heart-rate thing about it, it'll be mostly a horizontal line with an occassional peak here and there. ack i shall go brush my teeth hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i had a nightmare yesterday! omgness it was so freaky! i dreamed that tmr's emath paper2, and i realized at the lastest minute that i didnt practise my emath AT ALL. so like, im actually gna sit for the paper without any prior practise. that is fecking scary!! ok thats all byebye. please draw. i love you. you guys a such great artists (not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: im so enlightened by the giant teapot with holy water thing. that is really stupid. and sky kingdom is such a stupid name. it sounds like a storybook that you read to kids to bluff them kinda thing. sky kingdom is such a retarded thing. thank God hana is the Ayah Pin. i bet that's like, a giant pin or smth HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps: i love our class blog. it's funny. funny as in, weird funny and ha ha funny. it cracks me up lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113063754539493425?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113063754539493425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113063754539493425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113063754539493425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113063754539493425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-blog-i-havent-been-here-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-113012330060927578</id><published>2005-10-24T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:08:20.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;ben woke me up at 6 30 this morn so i could go to school for physics BUT i dno why i was so tired and my bones were aching, so i didnt go school. i feel guilty now. sorry mr yau :l had tuition at qian's place with mr loh yesterday. i cant stand amath. i will never ever be able to stand math. eew. we've been having math tuition twice a week now so that he can earn an extra 600 bucks. how brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh oh uh oh chem prac tmr its the real thing no kidding i hope its not gna be tough i dno why its so weird but im typing all these in a single breath. i hope they dont make the lab too warm because i really hate it. i hope its gna be easy peasy, and that has a chance of like, 10% of happening or thereabout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feeeeeel sick. hello ayah pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-113012330060927578?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/113012330060927578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=113012330060927578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113012330060927578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/113012330060927578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/10/ben-woke-me-up-at-6-30-this-morn-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112979341495677412</id><published>2005-10-20T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:30:14.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i read the book and i cried. not out loud, but almost did, but i really did cry inside and i shook with feelings that do not have names yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112979341495677412?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112979341495677412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112979341495677412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112979341495677412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112979341495677412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-read-book-and-i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112963855533820721</id><published>2005-10-18T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:29:15.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/us.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;you,you,you,you,you, me.&lt;br /&gt; i -heart- you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112963855533820721?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112963855533820721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112963855533820721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112963855533820721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112963855533820721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/10/youyouyouyouyou-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112921588508594651</id><published>2005-10-13T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:04:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/cheerleading%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/cheerleading%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/IMG_3083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/IMG_3083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there. living as you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;SSNG! MNG! THNG! CHNG! dear sarah c. you kimchi tree, what is MNG? last official day of school tomorrow. i really wonder what it's gonna be like. mofo finally came to school today i missed you! wonder what next year is gna be like. kinda freaky if you start to think abt it. ah well. what must come will come. talking bout that mommy and audrey are flying over tomorrow. she's the cutest lil thing ever. like, EVER! trust me on that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long, farewell,&lt;br /&gt;i hate to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to you, and you,&lt;br /&gt;and you and you and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you MonStars. i McLove you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112921588508594651?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112921588508594651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112921588508594651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112921588508594651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112921588508594651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-bye-there.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112896610065312834</id><published>2005-10-11T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:02:39.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this night feels funny. its not like any other ordinary night. i cant explain why. i did half of xinmin amath paper and a few chem questions frm st nicks paper. thats very little i know, but it hardly bothers me tonight. i cant explain why. i want to go cj for first 3 mths but i dnt know if i can make it or not. i really hope i do because now i really want to go cj for first 3 mths. i cant explain why. there certainly is a lot of things that i cant explain tonight. i cant explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today shar and i invented the McLanguage. its the sacred language of McDonalds. i did tkgs amath paper2 just now at mac's, so it wasnt that bad. and i had McFLUFFY! (: i love McFLUFFY! who doesnt?! tomorrow is tuesday. last official day of school on friday. uh oh. talking about tomorrow, we're all gonna have McBreakfast (is that wat mac's call their breakfast stuff?) during recess tomorrow YEEHAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;a feeling that has not occured to me in a while has again arrived...and to tell you the truth, it only felt this way when she and i split. This has taken me by surprise, and it has brought me to my knees again. To be honest, I do not want you to go away, and i pray you don't. However, for better or for worse, what must come will come, and you'll be the sandra i know for the present, the past, and for the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you have tamed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear boy, i do miss you. and i cant explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112896610065312834?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112896610065312834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112896610065312834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112896610065312834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112896610065312834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-night-feels-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112808647100278759</id><published>2005-09-30T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T21:21:11.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i dont know what to feel. its confusing. i made improvements from mid year, but somehow when those improvements are put together they seem so slight they hardly made a difference at all. but my mom's happy for me cos of the improvements, and she's actually flying in for the graduation ceremony. i love my mom for being such a great mom that she is. lit is definitely disappointing. i thought i'd do better for twelfth night than for kotc cos i actually went thru the whole shakespearen text and the notes that she gave us, whereas i barely flipped thru the notes that i wrote last year for kotc. in the end only kotc was okay. the rest are crap. that definitely sucked big time. the other subjects are definitely bad. i gotta slog my ass off for math. i better do. sop and i decided to stay back everyday for whats left of the weeks before the big O's. im scared lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think mr yau is The Magic. like, OMG!! (: at least i qualify for jc now, but the thing is, i dno which to go. or shd i just go MI and have more fun. haiyer this is what you get for being dumb. i hate menses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112808647100278759?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112808647100278759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112808647100278759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112808647100278759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112808647100278759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-dont-know-what-to-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112783527375231019</id><published>2005-09-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:34:33.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh im freaking out uh oh uh oh im feeling nauseous plus i jsut got my menses and my nose bled today and those are like bad signs right shit im so gonna die and when i look towards the right of the laptop all i see is the face of my cousins boyfriend looking all retarded i fel like thrusting the fork up his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112783527375231019?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112783527375231019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112783527375231019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112783527375231019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112783527375231019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-im-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112780740124546734</id><published>2005-09-27T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:50:01.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;VJ IS THE BEST OF THE LOT. AC IS THE NEXT BEST. I LOVE THEM BOTH. THEY BOTH OFFER TSD. HOW TOTALLY EXPLOSIVE. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has been going on but i havent had the time to blog. im gonna miss having fun when tomorrow comes. first off, im gna do badly. somehow i just feel it in my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the barbecue at peiying's was great! haha leesi and huey are obviously champions of the barbecue competition. they are like, the best barbecuers man. shar and i had tonnes of fun climbing over peiying's gates and standing on the ledge singing christmas songs and waving at passing cars and saying HELLO to people walking by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been eating so much i think its becoming a sin. eating too much food is a sin you know. today afie gave me her CAT shirt. hahah how fun. i love vj. they have three tree-houses and two swings. vj is the best. vj vj i love thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before typing i had a lot to say, but now that ive started typing my mind is a complete blank i dont know what to say. or rather, im too lazy now to type what i wanted to type. ah well. i want to sleep. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112780740124546734?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112780740124546734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112780740124546734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112780740124546734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112780740124546734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/vj-is-best-of-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112696076232177058</id><published>2005-09-17T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:42:45.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/1600/mural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/660/320/mural.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Among thy fancies,&lt;br /&gt;tell me this, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What is the thing we call a kiss? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shall resolve ye what it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It is a creature born and bred &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Between the lips,&lt;br /&gt;all cherry-red, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By love and warm desires fed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And makes more soft the bridal bed. &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an active flame, that flies &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; First to the babies of the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; And charms them there with lullabies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; And stills the bride, too, when she cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It frisks and flies, now here, now there: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Tis now far off, and then 'tis near,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; And here, and there, and every where. &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it a speaking virtue? Yes. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How speaks it, say? Do you but this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Part your join'd lips, then speaks your kiss;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Love's sweetest language is. &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Has it a body? Ay, and wings, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With thousand rare encolourings; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And as it flies, it gently sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Love honey yields, but never stings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112696076232177058?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112696076232177058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112696076232177058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112696076232177058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112696076232177058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/among-thy-fancies-tell-me-this-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112653979630925289</id><published>2005-09-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:43:16.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;today shar came over to do amath, but we fell asleep on the floor after doing 3 questions or so. i woke up and walked towards the bed. 5 minutes later shar woke up and slept on the bed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;that is the story of our very fruitful afternoon doing amath. oh, and i had very interesting dreams. they were like short stories compiled together haha. in one, anisha was the hero who jumped into the drained to get one of her friends' thing, and everybody around her (including me) were like OOoh. cant remember the rest but t'was fun dreaming. i love dreaming good dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;options for first 3 months:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;1. sell tissue paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;2. go overseas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;3. drown my sorrow in shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but most of all, i want to die. i shall die a glamorous death, clad in gucci from head to toe, wearing chanel sunnies and jimmy choo killer heels, carrying lv and using vertu phone- for sop to call me before the pop the pill of course, after which i can pop mine. and both of us shall hog the headlines and be famous for a noble cause: trying to get the exact taste of that really poisonous pill yau talked about. -sigh- how dramatic. i love high end dramas, especially those starring me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112644035880411676</id><published>2005-09-11T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:05:58.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;baby, i &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112644035880411676?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112644035880411676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112644035880411676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112644035880411676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112644035880411676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/baby-i-heart-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112628719156741543</id><published>2005-09-10T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:33:11.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i'll miss cedar and be happy. happy as in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADLY happy not just heehee smiling happy but genuinely happy i can feel my heart smiling and swelling with the happiness of being everything that i am. its not just any kind of happy that i can find elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;br /&gt;no you dont, unless you're one of them girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for who else share the passion of founding temporary societies like Give Up On School and FPG. and being really retarded and act like other people are the retarded ones when they give weird looks. and laugh in a few seconds for no apparent reason. and make use of our clever inventions of new languages that nobody else understands. and have cheap thrills like acting out Oprah's show during PE lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear there are none who can compare to you guys in terms of awesomity and insanity and gullibility and fun..ninity. oh man i cant help it i feel like crying. i was looking at the old class pictures ( the official one where everybody fails to look good except kate ) and the messages that my girlfriends left at the opposite pages. i miss those times. im really really gonna miss you guys. i cant imagine being in a new school full of people i dont know (maybe not all, but still). i cant imagine how im gna be next year. jc's definitely gna change all of us, even if just for a little bit. im not exactly looking forward to that change. i'll probly cry my eyes out on grad night and look really bad with all the watery makeup stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to doing childish stuff like wetting the toilet paper and sticking them up on the ceiling, like changing the direction of the exit signs, like trying to scare teachers with the scary cardboard monsters.&lt;br /&gt;here's to being observant to spidermien's spaceship shoes, to ooi's flabby arms while she was shaking the benedict solution, to jelani's sexy bicycle and tight clothes.&lt;br /&gt;here's to cutting queues in the canteen and ordering 15 plates of horfun at one go, to have always been wanting to hide behind that huge tree during jogging (and now we dnt have the chance anymore shar).&lt;br /&gt;here's to keeping the extra tray of muffins in the homec room drawer, to get mr chew do our DnT stuff, to being defiant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to my girl friends,&lt;br /&gt;who made me understand what being a true friend is,&lt;br /&gt;who shared the major and little ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;who'll make cry my eyes out on grad night,&lt;br /&gt;who'll make me laugh with fondness and tear with (insert the noun of missing)when i think back of this moment in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll so freaking miss you guys to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112628719156741543?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112628719156741543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112628719156741543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112628719156741543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112628719156741543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/ill-miss-cedar-and-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112619033808759075</id><published>2005-09-08T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:38:58.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i cant wait for prelims to be over!! not that im ready for prelims, if i am at all. for the record, qian and i are gna see mr loh for 3 times this week. and im gna see mr loo for 3 times this week. does that sound like a holiday to you? hell, i dont think so. shar and i have decided to study together everyday next week after the papers. and if we talk, we've come up with the (not so) perfect solution of slapping ourselves. that would be pretty retarded. imagine: two girls slapping themselves and laughing at the same time. no wait, that would be VERY retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg for the triple cheese pizza thing tomorrow with qian, before gg for pedi, before gg to her hse to see mr loh's very handsome face (: im kidding. but qian's maid thinks he's handsome. btw her maid is really cute. she scurries around, just like how ooi used to. man, i miss sec2. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there's a worm in my system. im hungry again. i cant decide whether to eat oreo o's first then bathe, or bathe first then eat oreo o's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man everybody's venturing into online business now and theyre actually earning cash frm it. my cousin and i should start digging out all the junk and sell them too. bet we'll be rich. i love her! thats pretty random (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;1. light sabre&lt;br /&gt;2. bathrobe&lt;br /&gt;3. jukebox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(: santa claus is coming to town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112619033808759075?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112619033808759075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112619033808759075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112619033808759075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112619033808759075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-cant-wait-for-prelims-to-be-over-not.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112593310184407812</id><published>2005-09-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:11:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i think some people just have to get over it and be less narrow minded. i mean, really. for pete's sake. this whole backstabbing thing is getting old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112593310184407812?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112593310184407812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112593310184407812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112593310184407812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112593310184407812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-think-some-people-just-have-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112567401263515183</id><published>2005-09-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:13:32.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all ye bloody english</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;hello hello thanks to all those who tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shar-&lt;/span&gt; yeah im more used to bra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qian- &lt;/span&gt;im not gna say anything to xiaoman, since yulaoshi invented           it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yanyi-&lt;/span&gt; i hope everything's better with you too now! &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hulilin-&lt;/span&gt; hahah love you cheerleading junior! work hard for next yr          we'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nelly&lt;/span&gt; - duuuh OBVIOUSLY you're better off. he's $*#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;john-&lt;/span&gt; hi dude! gimme your url again i sort of forgot :&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;l &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;thnks for       passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;been pretty busy lately. we had english prelim paper today and it sucked big time. like, BEEG TIME man. i dno what on earth was gg on, it's like we had to copy the whole chunk off the passage for summary. prelims off to a bad start. what more can i say abt all the other subjects. im so fried this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is crucial. its like hanging at the tip of a glacier. im gna fall im gna fall im gna fall. BAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112567401263515183?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112567401263515183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112567401263515183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112567401263515183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112567401263515183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-ye-bloody-english.html' title='all ye bloody english'/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112540969003324689</id><published>2005-08-30T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:48:10.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;the heart smiles&lt;br /&gt;the heart sings&lt;br /&gt;the heart dances&lt;br /&gt;the heart whatever&lt;br /&gt;im happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel absolutely happy for you. eat that, ****y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem prac sucks big time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112540969003324689?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112540969003324689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112540969003324689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112540969003324689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112540969003324689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/heart-smiles-heart-sings-heart-dances.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112514682747498628</id><published>2005-08-27T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T20:47:07.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i dont want to care about anything.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be free from everything&lt;br /&gt;this world is so freaking weird&lt;br /&gt;its insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112514682747498628?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112514682747498628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112514682747498628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112514682747498628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112514682747498628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dont-want-to-care-about-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112507675410360640</id><published>2005-08-27T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:19:14.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she never told her love,&lt;br /&gt; But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud,&lt;br /&gt; Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in&lt;br /&gt; thought,&lt;br /&gt; And with a green and yellow melancholy&lt;br /&gt; She sat like Patience on a monument&lt;br /&gt; Smiling at grief. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was not this love indeed&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men may say more, swear more, but indeed their shows are more than will; for still they prove much in their vows but little in their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it fair that he can break her heart so easily, and yet he can let it pass as if it's nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it fair that he expects her to give up so much for him, and yet he gives so little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it the way it is, can somebody tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for who can stop the heart from breaking?&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112507675410360640?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112507675410360640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112507675410360640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112507675410360640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112507675410360640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/she-never-told-her-love-but-let.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112507337402695983</id><published>2005-08-27T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:22:54.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;guys are such dicks. what two faced bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112507337402695983?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112507337402695983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112507337402695983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112507337402695983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112507337402695983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/guys-are-such-dicks.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112489532507170576</id><published>2005-08-24T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:55:25.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;smth freaky happened. i've been waking up at night and realize i cant move. it started smth like last yr, but lately it's become more frequent. and for the last 2 or 3 times i've been waking up and realizing i cant move. and its very very terrible because its really scary. and i tried to move again and again yet i cant do it. then i hear this deep laughter, followed by this heavy buzzing noise in my ears. and then my head will feel like its being pressed in frm all directions, and it feels like smth's being sucked out from it. i've been experiencing that for 2 or 3 times. the last time of which was just last week. i thought it's just a nightmare. or the same old scientific theory that people have been telling me : the mind is in a state of fatigue. it has temporary disconnected itself frm the effector neurones, hence nerve impulses cannot be send to our muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made myself believe in the scientific theory. but guess what, im sure i was wrong. especially after what meiqi told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told me she experienced the exact same thing yesternight, except she didnt hear deep laughter like a man's. she heard boys' laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO PANICKED AND WE WERE TALKING ON THE PHONE AND THERES SOME DISTURBANCE ON THE PHONE LINE AND I GOT REALLY FREAKED OUT. AND I TALKED TO ANDREW ON THE CELLPHONE AND HE THINKS I SHOULD TALK TO MY PASTOR. ZAY THINKS THAT ITS DEMONS. AND SO MEIQI AND I WERE REALLY FREAKED OUT OF OUR WITS AND I CALLED CALEB FOR AUNTY LAURA, and thank God for auntie laura. i feel so much better after talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if God is for me, none can go against me. thank You, Lord. i seek only the spirit of love and of goodness now, for only those are of the Lord's. i love You, Lord. the talk with aunty laura has changed me in a way i cant explain. i will grow strong in my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112489532507170576?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112489532507170576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112489532507170576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112489532507170576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112489532507170576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/smth-freaky-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112470140819046455</id><published>2005-08-22T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:03:28.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;somebody tell me whats the prom theme. i dont wanna be stuck with ACE. that sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mardi gras will be better anytime.&lt;br /&gt;old hollywood will be better anytime.&lt;br /&gt;havana nights will be better anytime.&lt;br /&gt;hah. anything is better than ace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112470140819046455?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112470140819046455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112470140819046455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112470140819046455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112470140819046455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/somebody-tell-me-whats-prom-theme.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112463269791338169</id><published>2005-08-21T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:58:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sunday morning, rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;Steal some covers, share some skin&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;You twist to fit the mold that I am in&lt;br /&gt;But things just get so crazy&lt;br /&gt;Living life gets hard to do&lt;br /&gt;And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew&lt;br /&gt;That someday it would lead me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;lalalala lalala lala la. la. la. lala. la. im happy &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; its like tides. theres the highs and theres the lows. but no matter what, thinking about the highs always get me higher. i love ben. mommy thinks hes cute. as in like, a little boy. she went back this morning, but i managed to have breakfast with her before that. i miss her alr and i cant wait to go back to jakarta. i love that city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;tonight im going to complete:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;1. cat high amath paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;2. school emath paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;3. june o's amath paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;yes yes i can feel it in my bones whooyeah i can feel it im gonna accomplish that much tonight. with help from a teensy bit of coffee of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;didnt go tuition yesterday. went out with mommy in the late afternoon. dinner was great. i love eating whaha. and audrey's so cute and lovable! (not audrey tsen but my niece. not that auds tsen isnt cute &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:l&lt;/span&gt;) she was teaching me nursery rhymes that ive forgotten during dinner hahah. i miss her so. i hope she comes to sg soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;supper at chompchomp was mad. there was so much food! i cant believe we went for ice cream at ice cube after that. the waitress is quite pretty and had to disappoint boon hahah. i think im gg there again with aloy this sat for dinner! whoohoo! ALL HAIL CHOMP CHOMP, YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;its drawing NEAR. its drawing near its drawing near its drawing near. GASPS. im gna die so bad. ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;i wanna go new york. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;i am yours and&lt;br /&gt;you are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112463269791338169?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112463269791338169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112463269791338169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112463269791338169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112463269791338169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112409238324912334</id><published>2005-08-15T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:53:03.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;today is the day eric died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he drowned in liquid paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112409238324912334?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112409238324912334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112409238324912334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112409238324912334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112409238324912334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-is-day-eric-died_15.html' title=''/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200885.post-112393743345720881</id><published>2005-08-13T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:50:33.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday 13 august</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;another week passed by just like that. its too fast. and im getting scared. but the thing is, i dont think im doing enough to curb that fear. like, im not doing enough to get myself prepared for prelims. today is saturday. went school for physics this morning. after that rushed down for chem tuition. chem was extremely boring today. i guess its due to fatigue as well. i had only 4 1/2 hours of sleep last night. no, this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i love jalan kayu! heheh where the pratas and dinos are cool! benny is now my official supper pardner. we walked all the way from jalan kayu to somewhere near boon's place last night. it was quite freaky cos before that (i have no idea why, but) we were talkin about freaky stuff. like..freaky spiritual stuff. so the way from jalan kayu to hougang pt was kinda scary- the trees and darkness and whatnot. IT WAS FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;thank God for the two bens that add colours to my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;mommy's coming over on tuesday WHOOHOO :D i miss her. well, told her about the chinese o's result yesterday. fortunately she's not unhappy. but then again since when has she not been supportive. rhetorical. chinese result is quite disappointing. but still i gotta live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i love meatballs. had swedish meatballs with ben yesterday at that maestro place in cine. no swedish meatball beats ikea's. ikea's meatballs are the best. i love ikea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i love oldies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200885-112393743345720881?l=gollysandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/feeds/112393743345720881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9200885&amp;postID=112393743345720881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112393743345720881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200885/posts/default/112393743345720881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gollysandy.blogspot.com/2005/08/saturday-13-august_13.html' title='saturday 13 august'/><author><name>sandreh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721340110222309059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
