<?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-5917761532501837265</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:09:32.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harsh reality.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917761532501837265.post-6222000464960195509</id><published>2009-09-19T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:17:51.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moved to lj.&lt;br /&gt;want know, ask me.&lt;br /&gt;sayo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-6222000464960195509?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6222000464960195509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/moved-to-lj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6222000464960195509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6222000464960195509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/moved-to-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-2720319602162939974</id><published>2009-09-18T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:24:49.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry,&lt;br /&gt;if i forgot to tell you i love you,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're just a pain in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;what's the whole point.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeeeeee. i hope tomorrow will be fun time! :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;should be going out to study.&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling i need money, but my mum might not give me D:&lt;br /&gt;awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao,&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to post uh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-2720319602162939974?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2720319602162939974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-if-i-forgot-to-tell-you-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/2720319602162939974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/2720319602162939974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-if-i-forgot-to-tell-you-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-6412323833262153766</id><published>2009-09-17T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:04:51.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she asked me to quit. wow.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;today's all right! :D&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;i have to shut myself up already eh!&lt;br /&gt;study hard everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its better sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;to not let people into your mind,&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because, the suspense kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-6412323833262153766?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6412323833262153766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-asked-me-to-quit-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6412323833262153766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6412323833262153766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-asked-me-to-quit-wow.html' title='she asked me to quit. wow.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-886668952183619963</id><published>2009-09-16T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:35:50.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY juyanah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUYANAH! sweet 15!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;the weird one who calls me a UFO now.&lt;br /&gt;hope you grow older and older.&lt;br /&gt;must play bball soon k.&lt;br /&gt;'cause of "shit! urghh..." HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;goodluck for fyes+o levels'+trumpet+everything huh.&lt;br /&gt;congrats on being the JUYANAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the point of living,&lt;br /&gt;when nothing's worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english remedial was SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;today's teacher was Mrs Tan-Wong.&lt;br /&gt;so she warned us about no switching on computers and don't vandalise anything.&lt;br /&gt;so me sara beatrisa and elicia were creating noise pollution. it was like, whenever anyone opens the door, we will say:&lt;br /&gt;"hi. welcome to english remedial. please switch on your computers and vandalise them now. thank you and have a nice day. thank you for travelling with amy airway"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;sooooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;then beatrisa keep insisting that she didn't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;so she protested.&lt;br /&gt;then when Mrs Tan talk finish, she was like "Shame on you!" with the quiet tone.&lt;br /&gt;and i started laughing till i cried!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;she's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;mep kinda all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-886668952183619963?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/886668952183619963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-juyanah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/886668952183619963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/886668952183619963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-juyanah.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY juyanah.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-6639339056139385615</id><published>2009-09-15T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:58:50.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>innocence; what a lie.</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me,&lt;br /&gt;how you've been,&lt;br /&gt;i just want to know,&lt;br /&gt;whether you're fine.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's lessons were totally killers.&lt;br /&gt;so tired after every period.&lt;br /&gt;especially with PE as the first, then whole day was D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, vworld uh.&lt;br /&gt;did geog.&lt;br /&gt;kinda pissed -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano lessons,&lt;br /&gt;torturous.&lt;br /&gt;23 sep D:&lt;br /&gt;i feel so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;can't imagine if i fail man ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now so tired.&lt;br /&gt;still have to do geog.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really difficult to say out the feelings?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just embarrassment that's stopping you.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innocence, what a lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-6639339056139385615?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6639339056139385615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/innocence-what-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6639339056139385615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6639339056139385615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/innocence-what-lie.html' title='innocence; what a lie.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-6823951992143930785</id><published>2009-09-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:07:46.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPONGEBOB + PATRICK!</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the small bits that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so difficult to stay fine, when the hurt strikes,&lt;br /&gt;'cause i don't think you'll really understand anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;HU.&lt;br /&gt;HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you tell me things about 'it',&lt;br /&gt;it seems as if, only 'it' can make you happy,&lt;br /&gt;but i can't at all.&lt;br /&gt;its just difficult breathing,&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm really trying hard to give you up already.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really difficult to take all your accusations,&lt;br /&gt;'cause i never wanted to be blacklisted.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is kinda dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling: sucks.&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;bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-6823951992143930785?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6823951992143930785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/spongebob-patrick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6823951992143930785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6823951992143930785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/spongebob-patrick.html' title='SPONGEBOB + PATRICK!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-2201844972037474469</id><published>2009-09-13T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:27:07.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relieved of all troubles</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;troubles, are meant to be told,&lt;br /&gt;you'll just choke yourself some day,&lt;br /&gt;if you let it rest within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring it out of you any day,&lt;br /&gt;you'll realize how much you can get,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of something you'll never expect.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was nice :D&lt;br /&gt;went to school to fetch minah.&lt;br /&gt;then went to shi's house.&lt;br /&gt;i finished maths + science + script + many other things there.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;her mum's curry is kinda nice :D&lt;br /&gt;minah fasting. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;shi was playing maple -.-&lt;br /&gt;i was disturbing minah.&lt;br /&gt;minah was studying.&lt;br /&gt;kinda boring right ..&lt;br /&gt;HEE.&lt;br /&gt;then headed home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thahira! aww. i give you power ranger la.. its cooler than hello kitty ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;desiree facebook pics all so nicee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was kinda nice :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-2201844972037474469?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2201844972037474469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/relieved-of-all-troubles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/2201844972037474469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/2201844972037474469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/relieved-of-all-troubles.html' title='relieved of all troubles'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-6484035544309340263</id><published>2009-09-12T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:53:22.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crushed into many pieces.</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilt&lt;br /&gt;is the worst punishment ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH.&lt;br /&gt;chunkfest. &lt;br /&gt;AH.&lt;br /&gt;i want vermonster challenge D:&lt;br /&gt;damn, i'm still thinking 'bout it.&lt;br /&gt;muttons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, shall be the greatest day ever. i think. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning to do loads of work at shi's house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;asyiqin should be coming too :D GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think enping's sooooo funny. HAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;where's hello kitty!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i need to rush script now.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow rush homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-6484035544309340263?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6484035544309340263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/crushed-into-many-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6484035544309340263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6484035544309340263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/crushed-into-many-pieces.html' title='crushed into many pieces.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-5099431813687985548</id><published>2009-09-11T19:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:53:06.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HA.</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;1. I've come to realize that my hair:&lt;br /&gt;is kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've come to realize that when I talk:&lt;br /&gt;i will always think so hard of what to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've come to realize that I want:&lt;br /&gt;loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've come to realize that all I really need:&lt;br /&gt;is just a twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've come to realize that I've lost:&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've come to realize that I hate it when:&lt;br /&gt;people annoy me with fake tears plus irritating chattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've come to realize that if I'm drunk:&lt;br /&gt;i will fall asleep very easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've come to realize that money:&lt;br /&gt;is an awesome thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've come to realize that when I get old:&lt;br /&gt;i will not be able to work and walk and all my other friends will be the same as me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've come to realize that I'll always be:&lt;br /&gt;someone who never cares about others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I've come to realize that I have a crush on:&lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I've come to realize that the last time I cried was:&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I've come to realize that my cell phone is:&lt;br /&gt;the best thing ever created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I've come to realize that when I wake up in the morning:&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a drunkard and cannot walk properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I've come to realize that before I go to sleep at night:&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to think of what's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I've come to realize that right now I am thinking about:&lt;br /&gt;an annoying person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I've come to realize that my life:&lt;br /&gt;has no much meaning in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I've come to realize that my favourite drink is:&lt;br /&gt;sprite , for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I've come to realize that today I will:&lt;br /&gt;not talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I've come to realize that tonight I will:&lt;br /&gt;just dread every tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I've come to realize that tomorrow I will:&lt;br /&gt;try my luck to go chunkfest with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I've come to realize that I really want to:&lt;br /&gt;eat ice-cream everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I've come to realize that the person who is most likely to repost this is:&lt;br /&gt;anyone who has the most time in her or his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.I've come to realize relationships are:&lt;br /&gt;just to fool one another till they surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I've come to realize that love:&lt;br /&gt;is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I've come to realize my best guy friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;is an idiot? i don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I've come to realize my best girl friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;is nobody. i don't want to categorize people according to best, better and good. its, mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I've come to realize food is:&lt;br /&gt;something i might like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29: I've come to realize that summer:&lt;br /&gt;is warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I've come to realize heartbreak is:&lt;br /&gt;not real. the brain makes it feel as if it breaks. but no, it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I have come to realise that the last person I liked:&lt;br /&gt;is the worst idiot ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.I've come to realize that my sister(s):&lt;br /&gt;can cook salmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I've come to realize that crying:&lt;br /&gt;ends up with a good feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I've come to realize that death:&lt;br /&gt;might be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I've come to realize that if I'm sick:&lt;br /&gt;i'll go crazy? i never fall sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I've come to realize when I'm bored:&lt;br /&gt;i'll stone with my mouth open, thinking of people and many other things.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's boring isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life SURE is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-5099431813687985548?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5099431813687985548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/5099431813687985548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/5099431813687985548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/ha.html' title='HA.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-2965525125358186361</id><published>2009-09-09T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:37:39.304+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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SqeDtBXfhWI/AAAAAAAAAak/OrGFcdLiyJU/s1600-h/volcanic+4+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SqeDtBXfhWI/AAAAAAAAAak/OrGFcdLiyJU/s200/volcanic+4+art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379413089401668962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream with all might,&lt;br /&gt;there won't be another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;blogger's fixed! :D HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;can upload more pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;but lazy -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SqeC1_DvI0I/AAAAAAAAAac/Dg5ahE9Lsdg/s1600-h/pictures+of+you+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SqeC1_DvI0I/AAAAAAAAAac/Dg5ahE9Lsdg/s200/pictures+of+you+final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379412143889130306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SqeC1KW7bhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/k3edZ5d9iew/s1600-h/awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SqeC1KW7bhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/k3edZ5d9iew/s200/awesome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379412129742548498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quite blur D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS ALL RIGHT :D&lt;br /&gt;woke up late.. around 6.50 so had to rush rush rush D:&lt;br /&gt;then took bus.&lt;br /&gt;tajpreet's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;shirlyn's so slow!&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;then went into vivaldi.&lt;br /&gt;then lunch :D polish my dearest dearest tuba.&lt;br /&gt;so shinnnnnnyyyyyy now eh!&lt;br /&gt;then i greased the slides..&lt;br /&gt;my whole palm full of grease D:&lt;br /&gt;the soap couldn't wash the grease off.&lt;br /&gt;baby tuba is awesome again now!&lt;br /&gt;combined!&lt;br /&gt;got new song called.. colonel bogey.  (&lt;--- bo gay! -.-)&lt;br /&gt;then sound of music!  O:&lt;br /&gt;the solos all so nice ^^&lt;br /&gt;played abit of ponyo, but it sounded ...&lt;br /&gt;yeah. not balanced? (not sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who's zack. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i don't reply tags anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think people always get what they don't deserve,&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dead D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebyebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-2965525125358186361?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2965525125358186361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/scream-with-all-might-there-wont-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/2965525125358186361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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chanting in my head,&lt;br /&gt;one goes, while the other comes.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think there's any cure,&lt;br /&gt;because love is a drug you can never rehabilitate.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's bomb is.. christine's chalet! :D&lt;br /&gt;so went there in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;met lynette, and she made us wait for her at downtown east.&lt;br /&gt;so we impatient ma!&lt;br /&gt;so we trick her.&lt;br /&gt;at first shi say she got no money, then lynette borrow money from me.&lt;br /&gt;after that, lynette headed towards white sands to pass something to her mum.&lt;br /&gt;so me and shi got tired of waiting, so we went into the sushi place to sit -.-&lt;br /&gt;then we ordered some food..?&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;then when lynette came,&lt;br /&gt;she was like:"i thought no money?"&lt;br /&gt;me:"she found $10"&lt;br /&gt;and lynette got tricked :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, lynette was too afraid that we might have exceeded the price of $10, so she ran away first.&lt;br /&gt;shi took out her note, and we wanted to continue tricking lynette so we hurry up pass to cashier lady. &lt;br /&gt;but eventually lynette say, and she was getting real pissed D:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were walking, on our way to ALOHA, lynette was going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;she was saying high to everyone, even a small little kid that later dao-ed her.&lt;br /&gt;she was trying to act les in front of the guys -.-&lt;br /&gt;lame + funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she told us that she will not have a love bite unless her first kiss escapes. &lt;br /&gt;the conversation was soooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;then we reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went into pool.&lt;br /&gt;played.&lt;br /&gt;got caught.&lt;br /&gt;left swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;changed.&lt;br /&gt;played.&lt;br /&gt;tied water bombs.&lt;br /&gt;played.&lt;br /&gt;went to play arcade.&lt;br /&gt;the drum thing sooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;we were having LOADS of difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY DESIREE, THE CHEEKOPEH.&lt;br /&gt;the cheekopeh was playing with danielle and debbie ( the two small cute kids)&lt;br /&gt;then shi got danielle to like her O:&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;they are pretty plus cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played power rangers with them.&lt;br /&gt;they're cute D:&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE ACTING LIKE 4 YEAR OLDS KIDS K. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched tv.&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;then ate.&lt;br /&gt;left then tadaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-4806260362315412474?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4806260362315412474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>save me</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;save you;&lt;br /&gt;simple plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath, i pull myself together&lt;br /&gt;just another step until i reach the door&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i could tell you something to take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could save you,&lt;br /&gt;and there's so many things that i want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i won't give up till its over&lt;br /&gt;of it takes you forever,&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;its drowning in the whispers&lt;br /&gt;its just skin and bones,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left to take&lt;br /&gt;and no matter what i do,&lt;br /&gt;i can't make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;if only i could find the answer to help me understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could save you,&lt;br /&gt;and there's so many things that i want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i won't give up till its over&lt;br /&gt;of it takes you forever,&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you fall, stumble down, i'll pick you up off the ground&lt;br /&gt;if you lose faith in you i'll give you strength to pull though&lt;br /&gt;tell me you won't give up&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll be waiting if you fall &lt;br /&gt;you know i'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could find the answer to take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could save you,&lt;br /&gt;and there's so many things that i want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i won't give up till its over&lt;br /&gt;of it takes you forever,&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could save you..&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could save you&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey.&lt;br /&gt;today's so boring.&lt;br /&gt;went out with zheng li and andrea to little india.&lt;br /&gt;and the place, is so, friggin big.&lt;br /&gt;we walk like never ending kind of feeling D:&lt;br /&gt;then plaza singapura we abandon zheng li.&lt;br /&gt;she still go sportslink entertain herself.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm, so, bored, now.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going christine's chalet! HOORAY MAN.&lt;br /&gt;desiree+lynette+debbie+shi!!!&lt;br /&gt;+christine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 12 roses died 5 months ago, &lt;br /&gt;almost as long as how we went.&lt;br /&gt;there is 1 rose surviving,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you still.&lt;br /&gt;waiting, till death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-6391239834294395890?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6391239834294395890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/save-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6391239834294395890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6391239834294395890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/save-me.html' title='save me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-7263822377022141289</id><published>2009-09-06T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:23:06.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love isn't complete;</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;goodluck for getting over ______,&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i'm still WIDE AWAKE although i need to wake up at 7 tomorrow.. &lt;br /&gt;sigh. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so boredddddd too.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, wasn't that fun.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get to see you, although i was planning to.&lt;br /&gt;you asked me to go away immediately, how cruel. &lt;br /&gt;thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-7263822377022141289?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7263822377022141289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-5917761532501837265.post-4276470696836007742</id><published>2009-09-05T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:16:29.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if life was magic,</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;viva la vida&lt;br /&gt;coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;seas would rise when i gave the word&lt;br /&gt;now in the morning, i sweep alone&lt;br /&gt;sweep the streets i used to own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to roll the dice&lt;br /&gt;feel the fear in my enemy's eyes&lt;br /&gt;listen as the crowd would sing&lt;br /&gt;"now the old king is dead! long live the king!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one minute i held the key&lt;br /&gt;next the walls were closed on me&lt;br /&gt;and i discovered that my castles stand&lt;br /&gt;upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear jerusalem bells a ringing&lt;br /&gt;roman cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;be my mirror, my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;my missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i can't explain&lt;br /&gt;once you go there was never, never and honest word&lt;br /&gt;that was when i ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was wicked and wild wind&lt;br /&gt;blew down the doors to let me in&lt;br /&gt;shattered windows and the sound of drums&lt;br /&gt;people couldn't believe what i'd become&lt;br /&gt;revolutionaries wait&lt;br /&gt;for my head on a silver plate&lt;br /&gt;just a puppet on a lonely string&lt;br /&gt;oh who would ever want to be king?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear jerusalem bells a ringing&lt;br /&gt;roman cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;be my mirror, my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;my missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i can't explain&lt;br /&gt;i know saint peter wont call my name&lt;br /&gt;never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;that was when i ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooo, ooooo, ooooo, ooooo,oooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear jerusalem bells a ringing&lt;br /&gt;roman cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;be my mirror, my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;my missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i can't explain&lt;br /&gt;i know saint peter wont call my name&lt;br /&gt;never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;that was when i ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooo, ooooo, ooooo&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legs and arms hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frustrated at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;including my piano.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i be happy everyday.&lt;br /&gt;is it too difficult?&lt;br /&gt;it seems like its never possible.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dreading tomorrow everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today ecp with lianne, zanne and shi!&lt;br /&gt;then vworld, then gramercy, then ps then amk hub D:&lt;br /&gt;today was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;everywhere hurts.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i lost weight eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, my mum doesn't want to buy dinner for me.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm not following her out to buy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;fish.&lt;br /&gt;you know how tired is it to walk around everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even eat a meal just because i didn't follow her out.&lt;br /&gt;so tired already, how to follow?!&lt;br /&gt;insensitive parents.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like tearing,&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point,&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;there's still so long ahead,&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point,&lt;br /&gt;i'm still alone.&lt;br /&gt;broken down into pieces,&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point,&lt;br /&gt;i'm still alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-4276470696836007742?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4276470696836007742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-life-was-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/4276470696836007742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/4276470696836007742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-life-was-magic.html' title='if life was magic,'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-1693443148614037360</id><published>2009-09-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:13:46.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-daphne's picture is supposed to be here!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but blogger is screwed, oh no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAPHNE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you're a really awesome friend and your weakest point is that you're tooooo innocent D:&lt;br /&gt;but its almost the best part of you yo.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you have a great day ahead! cause once it strikes 12, you're 14 :D awesome much!&lt;br /&gt;you're make it out there in future.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go your dental clinic k!&lt;br /&gt;more smileys!&lt;br /&gt;love you like always! :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PLEASE TAKE IT AS IT IS 5TH SEMPTEMBER NOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band was, boring.&lt;br /&gt;sectionals was not too well.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when we get easy parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new Eb tuba!&lt;br /&gt;awesome. its 4-valve k! freaking cool!&lt;br /&gt;got new stringbass too! no scratches! so prettttty D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach's acting weird eh D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope lianne doesn't fall sick,&lt;br /&gt;pray hard she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;or it will create havoc.&lt;br /&gt;me and liting plan to go lianne's house to party and take care of her if she can't go ecp tmr D:&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;its holidays man.&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;so she can't get sick,&lt;br /&gt;pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my mum will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to earn big money next time, so she can get the best out of her life next few years:D&lt;br /&gt;awesome mum.&lt;br /&gt;though she's not that nice often, but still... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ecp tmr.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye world.&lt;br /&gt;it has been a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm waking up at 5.45 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;geesh. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-1693443148614037360?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1693443148614037360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/daphnes-picture-is-supposed-to-be-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/1693443148614037360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/1693443148614037360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/daphnes-picture-is-supposed-to-be-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-5023366902125697741</id><published>2009-09-03T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:36:04.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>battlefield</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;battlefield&lt;br /&gt;don't try to explain your mind&lt;br /&gt;i know what's happening here&lt;br /&gt;one minute, its love&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly its like a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word turns into a&lt;br /&gt;why is it the smallest things that tear us down&lt;br /&gt;my world's nothing when you're gong&lt;br /&gt;i'm out here without a shield can't go back now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both hands tied behind my back for nothing oh no&lt;br /&gt;these times when we climb so fast to fall, again&lt;br /&gt;why we gotta fall for it, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;you know, i never want to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;don't even know we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;why does love always feel like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't swallow our pride&lt;br /&gt;neither of us wanna raise that flag, mm&lt;br /&gt;if we can't surrender&lt;br /&gt;then, we're both gonna lose we have, oh, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both hands tied behind my back for nothing (nothing) oh no&lt;br /&gt;these times when we climb so fast to fall, again&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna fall for it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;you know i never want to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;don't even know we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;better go get your armor&lt;br /&gt;(get your armor) get your armor (get your armor)&lt;br /&gt;i guess you better go and get your armor&lt;br /&gt;(get your armor) get your armor (get your armor)&lt;br /&gt;i guess you better go and get your armor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could pretend that we are friends, tonight (oh)&lt;br /&gt;and in the morning we wake up and we'd be alright&lt;br /&gt;'cause, baby, we don't have to fight&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want this love to feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefiel&lt;br /&gt;why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;i guess you better go and get your armor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;you know, i never want to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;don't even know we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;i guess you better go and get your armor&lt;br /&gt;(get your armor) get your armor (get your armor)&lt;br /&gt;why does love always feel like (oh,oh)&lt;br /&gt;why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;don't even know what we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;don't even know what we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-5023366902125697741?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5023366902125697741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/battlefield.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/5023366902125697741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/5023366902125697741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/battlefield.html' title='battlefield'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-7373715664486820418</id><published>2009-09-02T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:37:06.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINESE NEW BROADCASTING.</title><content type='html'>CHINESE NEW BROADCASTING. &lt;br /&gt;HEEE. i think the performance was okay okay :D &lt;br /&gt;not THAT good but not THAT bad :D&lt;br /&gt;and we didn't practise the new piece, AIRS. &lt;br /&gt;geesh.&lt;br /&gt;today's lesson was quite good :D &lt;br /&gt;not much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;only after school the good stuff came and stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;got chinese broadcasting.&lt;br /&gt;then after chinese broadcasting, just started floating.&lt;br /&gt;floating everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;then after floating,&lt;br /&gt;vworld.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE FUN :D&lt;br /&gt;was laughing at cheryl cheow. &lt;br /&gt;then laughed at so many stupid jokes.&lt;br /&gt;especially the family portriat one. whichever spelling :D&lt;br /&gt;then played cards after audrey shuen wen fazlina and cheryl left.&lt;br /&gt;i lost to robyn D:&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;then played with clara and d-bra! HAHA. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;she's sooo funny and she talks alittle bit like baoyu :D so cute right! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;deborah= d-brah/ded-brah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boreddd D:&lt;br /&gt;have to sleep so early nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;my energy all used up D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's waiting for me to sleep now. SO YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A CAMERA SO I CAN TAKE MANY PICTURES IN JAPAN.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHERE'S MY FAIRY GODMOTHER ? SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;fantasies, reveries, dreams.&lt;br /&gt;they never ever happen anyway D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebyebyebyebyebye.&lt;br /&gt;i hope desiree's happy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-7373715664486820418?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7373715664486820418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/chinese-new-broadcasting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/7373715664486820418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/7373715664486820418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/chinese-new-broadcasting.html' title='CHINESE NEW BROADCASTING.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-7400972910835825211</id><published>2009-08-30T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:28:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're way too beautiful girl</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;once its over,&lt;br /&gt;its over.&lt;br /&gt;no turning back,&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh D:&lt;br /&gt;so bored.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got band! i wonder whether we'll play you raise me up. heeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;i did a flower with crepe paper :D HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;i so amused. :D wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;i'll make more more more.&lt;br /&gt;a bouquet for someone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends (literally and lyrically)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;emphasis: when SEPTEMBER ENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayoooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-7400972910835825211?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7400972910835825211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-way-too-beautiful-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/7400972910835825211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/7400972910835825211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-way-too-beautiful-girl.html' title='you&apos;re way too beautiful girl'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-1084055994276388852</id><published>2009-08-29T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:59:33.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fire burning on the dance floor</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUZANNE :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;hee. happy you!&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll win me in wrestling. cool.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for keeping me accompany always.&lt;br /&gt;watching house.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;love you always k dear. :D&lt;br /&gt;you're amazing 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up&lt;br /&gt;Josh Groban;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no life - no life without its hunger;&lt;br /&gt;Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;&lt;br /&gt;But when you come and I am filled with wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND WAS THE BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;got new song!&lt;br /&gt;YOU RAISE ME UP!&lt;br /&gt;awesome awesome awesome!!!! (extreme high)&lt;br /&gt;its so slow, but so sooooothing :D&lt;br /&gt;awesome. i go learn the song now. HEEEEEEE. HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;(i sound like broken recorder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ju-yanah breaking fast now.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm preparing the stuff for wednesday's performance. the gifts and all.&lt;br /&gt;its tradition right.&lt;br /&gt;i bet no one's going to do it except the seniors anyway..&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;discipline so difficult to keep.&lt;br /&gt;so sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame pushed, life destroyed. D:&lt;br /&gt;AWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i sprayed hair spray! omgosh. it works the same as GEL. ahaha. daphne bring the gatsby one. super cool. my hair so hard now. HAHA. i must go bathe soon.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not replying to tags from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-1084055994276388852?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1084055994276388852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/fire-burning-on-dance-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/1084055994276388852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/1084055994276388852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/fire-burning-on-dance-floor.html' title='fire burning on the dance floor'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-2441157662527290780</id><published>2009-08-26T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:38:43.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watssup :D</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;fun;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun comes with sacrifices,&lt;br /&gt;and ends nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;you wish for more,&lt;br /&gt;but it wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop the foolishness,&lt;br /&gt;get back to work,&lt;br /&gt;time is ticking,&lt;br /&gt;'cause fun is ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great times and great memories,&lt;br /&gt;farewell, kiss it goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;excellent choice,&lt;br /&gt;you did well.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its stupid.&lt;br /&gt;cause it is.&lt;br /&gt;everything from me is.&lt;br /&gt;always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo.&lt;br /&gt;today, nothing BIG happen :D&lt;br /&gt;english, pe enrichment (was cool), recess, mep (exam was okay. i don't like beethoven room the piano, very difficult to control dynamics), lit (omgosh, i'm happy with my results, though its nt good or anything. its like i always get 10/25 and now i improved loads :D EVERYMARKCOUNTS!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just think that they can do so much work without help,&lt;br /&gt;this makes people lose self-esteem and even destroy their hardwork,&lt;br /&gt;you can be happy thinking that you are in your world of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;but think of all those who worked hard, i hope you are speechless.&lt;br /&gt;what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potentials aren't chose to be found.&lt;br /&gt;Only certain losers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P(love makes the world go round) = 1/2&lt;br /&gt;lets be fair, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-2441157662527290780?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2441157662527290780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/watssup-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/2441157662527290780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/2441157662527290780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/watssup-d.html' title='watssup :D'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-7779656516046609092</id><published>2009-08-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:21:29.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magical touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;magical touch;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;your magical touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;feels like heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i have a feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;that can keep me high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;you will always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;light up the skies for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;hold me close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;breathe with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;today was not too good. in the morning was still okay! then i was like D: when i spilled kimchi soup onto my pinafore and shoe D: D: D: like what the hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i still got the scald there D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;tomorrow got pe enrichment :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i'm happy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;CHOIR CONCERT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;tkgs was AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i like the chee cheong fun song.. HEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and lianne was SO bored because she don't really have interest to hear and all, gloria lent her her IPOD TOUCH and then she started playing this CHASING BALL game -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;like, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;then after intermission, we stayed outside the hall area.. and we played tap tap! and gloria was playing the taptap version for love game by lady gaga. FUNNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love GLORIA+LIANNE=SUZANNE&lt;/span&gt; :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;shi wanted to come! BUT NOT ENOUGH SEATS D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;tomorrow i want to go videoworld and slack. but no i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;why is it all like that D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;sian-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;mmmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;one advice: don't put excessive trust in somebody. (no reason)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;oooh. i want to try the original pretzel + chocolate pretzel + jellybeans + browniessss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POLARIOID!&lt;/span&gt; yeah. babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-7779656516046609092?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7779656516046609092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/magical-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/7779656516046609092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/7779656516046609092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/magical-touch.html' title='magical touch'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-3027262949418804921</id><published>2009-08-24T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:02:25.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watsuup</title><content type='html'>the drama is all back.&lt;br /&gt;roll your eyes at me again huh,&lt;br /&gt;whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;i hope some day you'll actually realise,&lt;br /&gt;that you're the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when talking about drama, the only person i think about is Annetta kelly and cheryl i tell you -.-&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep D:&lt;br /&gt;its too tiring.&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing the art thing now.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow still need to sketch. HOW.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got cmps.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going to watch suzanne's concert.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will cancel piano.&lt;br /&gt;ohmy.&lt;br /&gt;piano exam around the corners.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get merit.&lt;br /&gt;then can show miss tong :D prove to her i not that lousyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most amusing thing about today is when mixed up famous amos and famous anus during science lesson today. wonderful. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh. its soooo late. like around 12. and my sister just got home D:&lt;br /&gt;what has she been up to lately man. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think life is a little bit difficult,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll make it to where i belong,&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll always prove that,&lt;br /&gt;i can go to right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-3027262949418804921?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3027262949418804921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/watsuup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/3027262949418804921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/3027262949418804921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/watsuup.html' title='watsuup'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-8286428835911933215</id><published>2009-08-23T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:15:36.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>power isn't everything</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;you think that power is all with you,&lt;br /&gt;you think that popularity is all yours,&lt;br /&gt;you think that intelligence is your forte,&lt;br /&gt;i think you shouldn't have existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you force people into your slavery,&lt;br /&gt;and excuse me, when you force them,&lt;br /&gt;please tell them WHAT to do,&lt;br /&gt;don't leave them hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you request them to work so much,&lt;br /&gt;without telling them what to do,&lt;br /&gt;you think you are superior?&lt;br /&gt;well, at least she's way much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're just an annoying girl,&lt;br /&gt;with an attitude problem,&lt;br /&gt;have friends that aren't actually are,&lt;br /&gt;and a freak who takes everything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;including me and your bestfriend. &lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;till october.&lt;br /&gt;the drama will all take place.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;cause there's nothing that's going to be bigger than this show.&lt;br /&gt;anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;i can't cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its awesome to actually have a life,&lt;br /&gt;so you'll be able to see all the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but i hate you like hell now.&lt;br /&gt;i therefore will not talk or collaborate with you now.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, only gits will not know your annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags&lt;br /&gt;(shi) yes you are~ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(JOEMIN) he funny meh. so mean la he D:&lt;br /&gt;(cool passerby) eh. you spam my tagboard is it? arra is funny what LOL. sharks don't roar la! sharks just grrrrrr like that luh i think. LOL. sharks go rawr ah? LOL daphne. joemin kiss daphne will be very funny. lifetime entertainment. but it wont happen D: and i don't OINK. D: D: D: aww, pig is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's too much to handle isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-8286428835911933215?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8286428835911933215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/power-isnt-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/8286428835911933215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/8286428835911933215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/power-isnt-everything.html' title='power isn&apos;t everything'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-4217989463600809710</id><published>2009-08-22T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:40:33.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are millions of words for me to say,&lt;br /&gt;so please stay,&lt;br /&gt;there's no point for me to beg and whine&lt;br /&gt;stay within the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you like there's no tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-4217989463600809710?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4217989463600809710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-are-millions-of-words-for-me-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/4217989463600809710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/4217989463600809710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-are-millions-of-words-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-1664056257031098479</id><published>2009-08-18T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:36:27.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The motive.</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;THE MOTIVE;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were once two stupid sisters, A is depressed while B is extremely foolish (plus deaf): &lt;br /&gt;A: sigh. i want to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;B: do you want carbon dioxide?&lt;br /&gt;A: give me oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;B: i only have detergent.&lt;br /&gt;A: i need CPR! (dying already cause B forced detergent into A's mouth)&lt;br /&gt;B: mum say cannot GGR*&lt;br /&gt;A: go call ambulance! (cannot breathe)&lt;br /&gt;B: what number ah..? 9.. 9.. 9...&lt;br /&gt;A: go call 995 you idiot!&lt;br /&gt;B: 9.. 9.. 9..&lt;br /&gt;A: 995!&lt;br /&gt;B: 9.. 9.. 9..!&lt;br /&gt;A: 9.. 9..... (dies)&lt;br /&gt;B: she sleep already? heh. i go eat her mentos.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember the ending D: SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. tired.&lt;br /&gt;i love suzanne :D (no ggr)&lt;br /&gt;i love lianne :D (no ggr)&lt;br /&gt;i love shi :D (no ggr)&lt;br /&gt;i love gloria :D (no ggr)&lt;br /&gt;i love nicole :D (no ggr)&lt;br /&gt;i love sara :D (no ggr)&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i love 2e7. this class is THE BOMB. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE. :D&lt;br /&gt;today not good. not feeling happy to post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-1664056257031098479?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1664056257031098479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/motive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/1664056257031098479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/1664056257031098479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/motive.html' title='The motive.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-6916788985190736357</id><published>2009-08-17T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:41:44.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn. i don't quit.</title><content type='html'>today. &lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn funny. friend and i discussing what to write for some "stuff" then it started like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Letter;&lt;br /&gt;"a form of communication, a theatre to express yourself, an easier way to voice out, a space to fill up my reverie, a cascade of words, a way that i can stay anonymous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is my letter to you.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. DAMN FUNNY. she going to give this to her crush soon. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i getting polariod films soon. i planning to buy like quite alot. i go check fuji places.. then i check on ebay. HEH. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. funny.&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth low was like "who's number 5?" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad wants me to resign as a POP. what the hell -.-&lt;br /&gt;just because he can't be one or something -.-&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK. URGH. annoyning. just because its streaming. and he thinks i cmi -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents don't even know what you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arra damn cute + funny -.- HAHA. like vanessa. -.- (HAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love trudy ;D HAHA. funny how suzanne said we have an affair (which is not true)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags&lt;br /&gt;(cool passerby) ha. kick legs? haha. how do you that? your reaction always "huh" very funny can! &lt;br /&gt;(trudy) that was EXTREMELY short trudy. just like you D: HAHA, JOKE. mmm. what motive? what you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;(joemin)i replied to your phone ALREADY. HEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's crazy please -.-&lt;br /&gt;he's scolding me and saying that i use the phone alot (i don't) and says all teenagers like that etc. he say i lying to him about me doing homework -.- i don't get why everyone has a normal caring family unlike mine. if my sister reads this, she'll kill me. but what the heck, won't she feel the same too? at least i don't fail like shit in my papers right. just because its STREAMING YEAR, i'm supposed to quit pb. i don't wanna quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-6916788985190736357?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6916788985190736357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-i-dont-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6916788985190736357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6916788985190736357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-i-dont-quit.html' title='damn. i don&apos;t quit.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-6313760453932565131</id><published>2009-08-16T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:42:45.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fake a laughter. its too easy.</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;fake a laugher, put on a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how you do it,&lt;br /&gt;laughing loudly,&lt;br /&gt;joking endlessly,&lt;br /&gt;like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're amazing somehow,&lt;br /&gt;but its just fake cool,&lt;br /&gt;real cool comes naturally,&lt;br /&gt;but are you natural enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people call you innocent,&lt;br /&gt;no negative words to add,&lt;br /&gt;but how you do it?&lt;br /&gt;i am too puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want something you desire,&lt;br /&gt;your wants isn't too obvious,&lt;br /&gt;if you don't want it,&lt;br /&gt;please act like brat.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shampoo number 5 is the bomb ;D&lt;br /&gt;kawaii ;D &lt;br /&gt;choose number 5 or number 4.&lt;br /&gt;AHH. shi help me leh! D:&lt;br /&gt;must choose one eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;today was funny ;D&lt;br /&gt;i met vanessa lim at amk interchange. then went to popular to get assesments ;D so i was freaking happy with my assesments already ;D &lt;br /&gt;then i went to call the serangoon cc thingy. then.. THE CLASS IS FULL D:&lt;br /&gt;damn furious D: like what the hell D:&lt;br /&gt;so annoying D:&lt;br /&gt;then go magic wok study and do work. HAHA. i tried all the ice-cream at magic wok :D&lt;br /&gt;VANILLA, MANGO, CHOCOLATE AND CHOCOLATE CHIP ;D&lt;br /&gt;mango rock! but chocolate still 2nd. vanilla and chocolate chip equally nice YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiz!&lt;br /&gt;1) Do this to a person you are chatting to online- vanessa~&lt;br /&gt;2) Don’t cheat or else you'll lose the fun.&lt;br /&gt;3) Now write their responses to these questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Type "I'm superman"&lt;br /&gt;Reply: -huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Type "Oh my gosh I heard about your fish"&lt;br /&gt;Reply: -? what fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Type "You and me are best buds right?"&lt;br /&gt;Reply: -huh? amy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Type "Ok so can i tell you something?"&lt;br /&gt;Reply: -okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Type "i'm on drugs.''&lt;br /&gt;Reply:  -waited extremely long-&lt;br /&gt;-huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Type "Did you just lie to me!?"&lt;br /&gt;Reply: -huh are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Type " how could you?!? "&lt;br /&gt;Reply: -?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Type "i love you".&lt;br /&gt;Reply: -i know you love me? err.. are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Type "I lost an eyeball!"&lt;br /&gt;Reply: okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh. her answers mainly all huh? one. LOL&lt;br /&gt;funny ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm falling in love with 5.&lt;br /&gt;aww. so freaking sweet and cute.&lt;br /&gt;too bad 4.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: " :( if that person likes you, lucky you :("&lt;br /&gt;A: " :) i smell jealousy :)"&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, 4 is the bomb. HAHA. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesomeness makes friend with joy ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags&lt;br /&gt;(eli) but i show grattitude what! at least i say thank you and all. its not really about the matter of how much is it. but more of that person helped you. if 50cents or 1dollar, i will also thank.&lt;br /&gt;(cool passerby) what kick legs? O: why i in the lost? O:&lt;br /&gt;(sh) YOU DARE TAKE LT SHAMPOO (not liting) -.- you want to die earlier is it. you take, you eyeballs going after one second D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;(joemin) why i don't know anything D:&lt;br /&gt;(daphne)eh~~ i lost already la. kick who? what? why? when? where?&lt;br /&gt;(annetta) you excessively drama eh. so scary suddenly. come my blog then come and say this kind of stuff. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;someone just called me heartbreaker. i have never been breaking hearts what. never. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-6313760453932565131?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6313760453932565131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/fake-laughter-its-too-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6313760453932565131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6313760453932565131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/fake-laughter-its-too-easy.html' title='fake a laughter. its too easy.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-6784318718925449728</id><published>2009-08-15T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:37:10.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty.</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;Empty&lt;br /&gt;Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to take a picture of love&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I's miss her that much&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fill this new frame but its empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to write a letter in ink&lt;br /&gt;Its been getting better i think&lt;br /&gt;I've got a piece of paper but its empty&lt;br /&gt;Its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I even wonder if we&lt;br /&gt;Should be getting under these sheets&lt;br /&gt;We could lie in this bed but its empty&lt;br /&gt;Its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying trying too hold&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying &lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;life's much simpler.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to cry for, laugh at, smile to, joke about.&lt;br /&gt;nobody can be trusted as a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;no more secrets can be shared.&lt;br /&gt;too much gossip, too many glares, too much evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to play the trumpet/trombone for 2nd instrument for mep.&lt;br /&gt;no more drums D: but i will pick up drums when my brother finish PSLE i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band was all right ;D yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh. i just checked snyo website! yun sol the pro tuba guy not in snyo D:&lt;br /&gt;heh, i see gloria parn. LOL. ohmy. there's an audition on 24 oct D: if i go, i very scared i humiliate myself. sigh. i damn lousy right. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. shampoo plus conditioner= the bomb ;D &lt;br /&gt;i don't want people to steal my conditioner D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to play snap! and heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh. polariod ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i FINALLY have a motivation to studyy. i'm so happy ;D LIKE finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i MIGHT have my jap class. cause only got 2 vacancy left. then cannot reserve the places D: eeyer. so i hope no one go steal my place ;D sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that diyanah had curly hair!!! joke-.- HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. life isn't to the fullest yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-6784318718925449728?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6784318718925449728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6784318718925449728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6784318718925449728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/empty.html' title='empty.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-1124613943970361324</id><published>2009-08-14T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:59:29.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>higher. harder.</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;living up to expectations,&lt;br /&gt;isn't the only motto existing,&lt;br /&gt;living up to dreams,&lt;br /&gt;is the only motto worth existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually people quote,&lt;br /&gt;the higher you fly, the harder you fall.&lt;br /&gt;i agree if its more specific, like,&lt;br /&gt;the higher you fly, the higher you dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you dream that high,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never regret for falling,&lt;br /&gt;you'll only regret for failing,&lt;br /&gt;but you will fly higher somemore.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;blogger=screwed again.&lt;br /&gt;today=screwed again.&lt;br /&gt;lessons were all right. excellent art lessons. maths was okay la, i think D:&lt;br /&gt;during lunch, desiree keep bugging to know who orang is. hilarious-.-&lt;br /&gt;on our way to vworld, she said she was going to push me into the drain, and seriously, i almost fell in it. D:&lt;br /&gt;in vworld, she kept staring at me. when i was eating and all, she was staring -.-&lt;br /&gt;then trudy walked pass, and desiree was like "can you get amy to tell me something i want to know desperately but she wouldn't tell me. you're more of the persuasive person.."&lt;br /&gt;and trudy used the "i have a motive" smile + a very long "amyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~~" word. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then when they smile so EVILY together, they look like sisters. HAHA. AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;so after band, she still pestered me, so i told. her guess was correct after all. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;she complained lianne didn't wink at her. &lt;br /&gt;those two = COMEDIAN COUPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band.&lt;br /&gt;after that went to PS with daphne! took 16. then later take 16 back to school with her. cause DAISO don't have the batt i needed, i was so freaking pissed please. then went to carre four or something. put only got durcell battery or something D: &lt;br /&gt;then went to BEST...? this shop la. then bought it at 4.20. D: i hope they not angry D:&lt;br /&gt;went all the way back to school with daphne cause she watching dance anthem by drama club. damn cool. but i never watch. so i just took bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: then i realised, EZ-LINK NO MONEY! HOW HOW HOW?! PANIC~&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to change a $5 note for some coins+notes. then i asked this lady..&lt;br /&gt;A: "excuse me.. do you have some change?"&lt;br /&gt;L: "how much do you need?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "50cents"&lt;br /&gt;(L takes out her pouch and took 50cents out and put on my palm.)&lt;br /&gt;A: "do you have any other notes to change with the $5?"&lt;br /&gt;L: "its all right. just take it" -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH. she's like the bomb. i so pai seh on the bus. so many people were staring -.-&lt;br /&gt;sigh. thanks to her i didn't get kicked out of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annetta wants to sue me, oh no-.-&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-1124613943970361324?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1124613943970361324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/higher-harder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/1124613943970361324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/1124613943970361324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/higher-harder.html' title='higher. harder.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-5589321018843246346</id><published>2009-08-13T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:06:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed again</title><content type='html'>BLOGGER SCREWED AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind, still can post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get why you're telling everyone,&lt;br /&gt;about those things she did that you think its mean.&lt;br /&gt;you said she has changed and is less difficult to approach,&lt;br /&gt;but haven't you changed? you're lacking trust.&lt;br /&gt;you find all means of gossiping about her,&lt;br /&gt;you cause all the tears and pain,&lt;br /&gt;haven't you realised or do you think&lt;br /&gt;that you would if you haven't change too?&lt;br /&gt;its unfair, making her so hurt,&lt;br /&gt;when you say stuff based on your personal judgement,&lt;br /&gt;when it isn't true or reliable,&lt;br /&gt;why spread this kind of small things?&lt;br /&gt;i doubt its attention you're seeking,&lt;br /&gt;or is it revenge, or protection?&lt;br /&gt;if it was in either one of the sentence above,&lt;br /&gt;you're totally wrong in doing all this.&lt;br /&gt;if it haven't been for you and&lt;br /&gt;the extra mess that you have created,&lt;br /&gt;we wouldn't need to think excessively,&lt;br /&gt;how to clarify all this misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;thanks hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd probably know who you are. and if you start gossiping about me too, then me and her can hate you for life. why not just live in peace. what's with all these? are you giving in to her as much as how much she give in to you sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people only notice errors. never a bit of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today= not too good not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;the mee goreng at magic wok taste gross when i ate it -.- urgh.&lt;br /&gt;bus home was D:&lt;br /&gt;so tramautized by the uncle/aunty who kept yelling. so scared please D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayo (its japanese-&gt; sayonara or something. elizabeth low say its malay. she damn cute:D LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-5589321018843246346?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5589321018843246346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/screwed-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/5589321018843246346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/5589321018843246346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/screwed-again.html' title='screwed again'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-5547601651458423341</id><published>2009-08-12T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:04:56.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking of you;</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;Thinking Of You&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm with him&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;what you would do if&lt;br /&gt;you were the one&lt;br /&gt;who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;oh i wish that i&lt;br /&gt;was looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoLVQNiwrJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CiLDia10Des/s1600-h/cool+swirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoLVQNiwrJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CiLDia10Des/s200/cool+swirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369088180269132946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greetings.&lt;br /&gt;this is taken from deviant art. i think its freaking cool to catch this kind of scenes.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen anything like that in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe my world's too small.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was all right.&lt;br /&gt;damn frustrated like towards the day.&lt;br /&gt;can't stand people who scream and push blames on her. didn't even get the information right and i know the victim wouldn't lie about such small matters. angry what angry. not like she wants her to be angry right. (complicated)&lt;br /&gt;annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms quek say we should get adult pampers. HA.&lt;br /&gt;cause we can't control our bladder. (especially during HER lesson)&lt;br /&gt;she's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;so much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;i should drive my head.&lt;br /&gt;then my forehead will stretch to become like shiryln the sotong's one.&lt;br /&gt;this will mean that i'm going to be smarter and more harkworking. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate those people who look down on others because of grades.&lt;br /&gt;not character, attitude, ability nor talent, but grades.&lt;br /&gt;i'll prove them wrong soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-5547601651458423341?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5547601651458423341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/5547601651458423341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/5547601651458423341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/thinking-of-you.html' title='thinking of you;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoLVQNiwrJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CiLDia10Des/s72-c/cool+swirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917761532501837265.post-869030631006473289</id><published>2009-08-11T23:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:12:19.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its over</title><content type='html'>hello ;D&lt;br /&gt;greetings! ;D amusing photo time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGcNsIyzPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/g0SMh6t223w/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGcNsIyzPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/g0SMh6t223w/s200/DSC00314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743989802618098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempt to act cute: TAKE 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGb3d69d5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/hu6usHCd2F8/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGb3d69d5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/hu6usHCd2F8/s200/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743608029378450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;attempt to act cute: TAKE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGba7FGIKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KsF6CMkz6fU/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGba7FGIKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KsF6CMkz6fU/s200/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743117640310946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;attempt to act cute: TAKE 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGbaoonHmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qiAF-lox2Mc/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGbaoonHmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qiAF-lox2Mc/s200/DSC00313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743112689000034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;attempt to act cute: TAKE 4    SUCCESS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGbaXkA9oI/AAAAAAAAAYk/9H3LHci-Qfo/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGbaXkA9oI/AAAAAAAAAYk/9H3LHci-Qfo/s200/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743108106319490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"mother" and "daughter" reading storybook! HAHA. (DAPHNE AND VANESSA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGbZ9d_n9I/AAAAAAAAAYc/TYFt-bFvDAE/s1600-h/DSC00306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGbZ9d_n9I/AAAAAAAAAYc/TYFt-bFvDAE/s200/DSC00306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743101101744082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the book is damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGbZZqZEcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xOiit4VED2I/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGbZZqZEcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xOiit4VED2I/s200/DSC00304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743091490066882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see! hahaha. the ball kinda extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGaq5HWTfI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4fFwIj7UrHU/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGaq5HWTfI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4fFwIj7UrHU/s200/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368742292479167986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;desiree is apparently trying to hide from us -.- but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGaqkoWlTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/OCCf30eACdo/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGaqkoWlTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/OCCf30eACdo/s200/DSC00298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368742286980453682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this taken at botanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGaqIV6XoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Vc62RPMexnw/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGaqIV6XoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Vc62RPMexnw/s200/DSC00296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368742279386914434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;BAND FIESTA! AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGapxxc4II/AAAAAAAAAX0/V0_qGZYNOd4/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGapxxc4II/AAAAAAAAAX0/V0_qGZYNOd4/s200/DSC00295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368742273328406658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;MEP CONCERT! AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGapgoTofI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ynsCjexRaxI/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGapgoTofI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ynsCjexRaxI/s200/DSC00289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368742268726649330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new friends! shan jee and chloe. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;they extreme friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGZ_nPFDcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ezWdSaBqkZ0/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGZ_nPFDcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ezWdSaBqkZ0/s200/DSC00292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368741548945378754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see! nice scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGZ_YJ1n6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Ox4wBuyuI70/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGZ_YJ1n6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Ox4wBuyuI70/s200/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368741544896864162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hehehe. cool. i only like the cloud behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGZ-1MFwkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/B-OPB9VgP1M/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGZ-1MFwkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/B-OPB9VgP1M/s200/DSC00290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368741535511069250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;somehow bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGZ-vvMRNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SVG3IleaqPo/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGZ-vvMRNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SVG3IleaqPo/s200/DSC00283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368741534047683794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hehe. poles! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGYmkbLVXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2j2jzjuNpx4/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGYmkbLVXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2j2jzjuNpx4/s200/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368740019182458226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and faith! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; BELATED &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BIRTHDAY FAITH WOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you are FOREVER cute. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGYmOvxjsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/5wTA7zD1gNs/s1600-h/desiree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGYmOvxjsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/5wTA7zD1gNs/s200/desiree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368740013363269314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at desiree &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kawaii&lt;/span&gt; face. i tied that bun thingy on the right! HA. she looks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;seducive &lt;/span&gt;-.- like so wrong. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGYlkJ4QYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/LVs0RyU66GA/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGYlkJ4QYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/LVs0RyU66GA/s200/DSC00317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368740001930035586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at this sketch by desiree(by me) looks like mrs tanwong junior. super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGYl3RsyQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/nZojJ0JeLLs/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGYl3RsyQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/nZojJ0JeLLs/s200/DSC00318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368740007063111938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the "edit-ed" one. HAHA. got pimples, moles, rings everywhere. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FINALLY BLOGGER IS FIXED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today=all right all right.&lt;br /&gt;i hope everything will be fine tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;alot of stuff to attend D: sian.&lt;br /&gt;i hope NO english remedial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to study hard from now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want people to look down on me like that.&lt;br /&gt;its annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth's getting ready to sleep. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i still have work to complete.&lt;br /&gt;now i realize its so difficult to continue in the "race" of homework and revisions.&lt;br /&gt;i need a tutor desperately -.-&lt;br /&gt;that means.&lt;br /&gt;more homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next month got piano exam.&lt;br /&gt;so nervous..&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its over&lt;br /&gt;girl you know its over this time.&lt;br /&gt;so when you call i'm pressing 7,&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna hear your messages (messages),&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to erase you off my mind..&lt;br /&gt;cause its over&lt;br /&gt;girl i swear its over this time&lt;br /&gt;so don't keep calling&lt;br /&gt;leaving messages,&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna know where you've been,&lt;br /&gt;baby cause its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you. you can't even measure it like how you did to love last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags&lt;br /&gt;(yauting) LOL.HI. i didn't know it was an old song ah. lol. adding...&lt;br /&gt;(joemin) hey! you're awesome too k! don't anyhow say that about yourself. PLEASE. we ALL equally awesome luh ;D YAY.&lt;br /&gt;(daphne) HEY! LOL. you like suddenly very random please! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(thahira) YAY. i love it too. so nice!!! damn cool right! HAHA. finally i know 10 people who likes it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;(trudy) yeah! awesome. purple rocks ;D love purple forever please. HAHA. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found on elizabeth's blog-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(236, 118, 12);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear (the last person who texted you)&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory.You should also know that I (10) (11).(12), Your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the colour of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;[]White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Green - Our horoscopes don't match&lt;br /&gt;[X]Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;[ ]No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]January - That night&lt;br /&gt;[ ]February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;[ ]March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;[ ]April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;[ ]May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;[ ]June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;[ ]July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;[ ]August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;[ ]September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;[ ]October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;[X]November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;[ ]December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;[X]Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;[ ]None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the colour of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;[ ]White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;[X]Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the colour of your underwear shorts?&lt;br /&gt;[X]Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;[ ]White - My father&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Yellow - My penpal in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Purple - My mustard souffle&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Orange - My Kid Rock collection&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;[ ]None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;[ ]O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;[ ]One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;[X]House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;[ ]The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Top Model - Middle class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Nervous - The middle east&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;[X]Apathetic - That I did a sex change&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;[ ]None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the colour of your bedroom walls?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Red - Your Darth Vader poster&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;[X]Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Grey - Our matching Snoopy bibs&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Others - The memories in the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;[X]A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;[ ]C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;[ ]E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;[ ]G/H - your virginity&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I/J - Results of your blood sample&lt;br /&gt;[ ]K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;[ ]M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;[ ]O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;[ ]S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;[ ]U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;[ ]W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the last letter of your last name?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;[ ]C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;[ ]E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;[X]G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;[ ]K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;[ ]M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;[ ]O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;[ ]S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;[ ]U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;[ ]W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Water - Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;[X]Soda - The incarnation of an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Hot chocolate - Eggplant fetishism&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Whisky - To ruin the second World War&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you want to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;[ ]USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;[ ]England - Good luck on your short term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ]China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;[X]Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Egypt - Fuck off&lt;br /&gt;[ ]France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Elizabeth,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know how to tell you this, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(236, 118, 12);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;you're a pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(236, 118, 12);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. I think I realized it last year when your dog when amok with Paris Hilton and I saw you sit on my best friend. I’m sure you’re scarred enough to understand that i didn't have a sex change. I’m returning the pictures from LA to you, but I’ll keep your photo as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked the incarnation of an eskimo. Go burn, Amy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is freaking hilarious. you should go do it. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-869030631006473289?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/869030631006473289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/869030631006473289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/869030631006473289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-over.html' title='its over'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lReNRBpePY8/SoGcNsIyzPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/g0SMh6t223w/s72-c/DSC00314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917761532501837265.post-6838269332160687297</id><published>2009-08-09T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:00:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;You Raise Me Up&lt;br /&gt;Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no life - no life without its hunger;&lt;br /&gt;Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;&lt;br /&gt;But when you come and I am filled with wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be. &lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;All my troubles seemed so far away&lt;br /&gt;Now it looks as though they're here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe&lt;br /&gt;In yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not half the man I used to be&lt;br /&gt;There's a shadow hanging over me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Came suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she&lt;br /&gt;Had to go I don't know&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't say&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong now I long&lt;br /&gt;For yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Love was such an easy game to play&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a place to hide away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe&lt;br /&gt;In yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she&lt;br /&gt;Had to go I don't know&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't say&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong now I long&lt;br /&gt;For yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Love was such an easy game to play&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a place to hide away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe&lt;br /&gt;In yesterday&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;You Found Me&lt;br /&gt;The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found God on the corner of first and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;where the wear was all but won&lt;br /&gt;all alone smoking his last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;I said where've you been?&lt;br /&gt;he said ask anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;when everything was falling apart&lt;br /&gt;when all my daysspent by the telephone&lt;br /&gt;it never rang and all I needed was a call&lt;br /&gt;it never came from the corner of First and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;surrounded&lt;br /&gt;surronded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why's you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;where were you?&lt;br /&gt;where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little late&lt;br /&gt;you found me &lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end everyone ends up alone&lt;br /&gt;losing her, the only one who's ever known&lt;br /&gt;who I am, who i'm not, who i wanna be&lt;br /&gt;no way to know how long she will be next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;surrounded&lt;br /&gt;surrounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why'd you have to wait&lt;br /&gt;where were you?&lt;br /&gt;where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little late&lt;br /&gt;you found me &lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early morning city breaks&lt;br /&gt;i've been calling for years and years and years and years&lt;br /&gt;and you've never left me no messenges&lt;br /&gt;never sent me no letters&lt;br /&gt;you've got some kind of nerve&lt;br /&gt;taking all i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;where were you?&lt;br /&gt;where were you?&lt;br /&gt;lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;you found me &lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;surrounded&lt;br /&gt;surrounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why'd you have to wait&lt;br /&gt;where were you&lt;br /&gt;where were you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little late&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why'd you have to wait&lt;br /&gt;you find me&lt;br /&gt;you find me&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song= rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags&lt;br /&gt;(Daphne) yeah! duh! great minds (like ours) think alike! HAHAHAH. cool~&lt;br /&gt;(Kelly) no worries! don't emo and don't be toooo bimbotic when you're high! HAHA. and yeah, maybe you're shy -.- AHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;(desiree) got the word awesome doesn't mean you are awesome -.- don't tell me you don't know english sentence structure -.- you can read the sentence that says "desiree is NOT awesome" right. haha. i still like the picture with damn loads of pimples. HAH. &lt;br /&gt;(joemin) yeah! sure ;D your phone is awesome! and cool. (not like desiree) HEH. omgosh! i very scared they deduct marks for wrong spelling. OH NO~ napolean/napoleon. sigh. will link will link. HAHAHAH. HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE. HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE 44 OR 43..?&lt;br /&gt;nevermind -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i hope it will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll live in a world of lies forever huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some weirdo called me a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;i think she's equally weird.&lt;br /&gt;because.&lt;br /&gt;she once.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;i better go ASK for HER permission before writing anything related to her HERE. &lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHAT THE HECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;let me clarify.&lt;br /&gt;suzanne's b'day: 29 aug.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny la lianne.&lt;br /&gt;both of us actually forgot -.-&lt;br /&gt;i totally couldn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;lianne thought it was 19.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;can imagine lianne popping out with a b'day present and saying "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" on 19.&lt;br /&gt;then suzanne will be like "oh.my.gosh"&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine me dancing-.-&lt;br /&gt;its so freaking impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;anyone want to take japanese class with me?&lt;br /&gt;its on sundays.. starting next sunday.&lt;br /&gt;$100 i think..&lt;br /&gt;4-5.30 at serangoon cc.&lt;br /&gt;i want a study japanese partner... D: desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-6838269332160687297?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6838269332160687297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-raise-me-up-josh-groban-when-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6838269332160687297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/6838269332160687297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-raise-me-up-josh-groban-when-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-1514112528889031204</id><published>2009-08-08T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:18:43.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have never seen someone break down like that before.</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you&lt;br /&gt;i have never seen&lt;br /&gt;someone break down &lt;br /&gt;like that before.&lt;br /&gt;damn those people&lt;br /&gt;who make people cry&lt;br /&gt;it feels like shit &lt;br /&gt;to witness the scene.&lt;br /&gt;it is as though&lt;br /&gt;you have completely &lt;br /&gt;nothing to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;nothing to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;i want to help&lt;br /&gt;i want to see joy&lt;br /&gt;why can't i see&lt;br /&gt;a rainbow and your smile.&lt;br /&gt;don't cry anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here for you&lt;br /&gt;with so many other people&lt;br /&gt;to support you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write the names of the 7 peoples you could think of the top of your head,&lt;br /&gt;then answer the question below ( EH I REALLY DON'T WANT TO DO THIS. MY MIND WILL GO BLANK. SHIT. OKAY, IF I FEEL THAT I DON'T WANNA PUT THAT PERSON HERE I'LL JUST GO TO THE NEXT PERSON!)&lt;br /&gt;1. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;2. Trudy&lt;br /&gt;3. Suzanne&lt;br /&gt;4. Jessica&lt;br /&gt;5. Lianne&lt;br /&gt;6. Desiree&lt;br /&gt;7. Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combination alitte weird uh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i get any of the name/numbering wrong, just follow the name;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.How did you get to meet 7? [ nicole ]&lt;br /&gt;- since sec1! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What would you do if you and 1 have not met? [ kelly ]&lt;br /&gt;- I will never know anyone who's more bimbotic than elicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What would you do if 1 and 2 date? [Kelly and Trudy]&lt;br /&gt;- they are already dating. even married-.- that was exactly what kelly said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Have you seen 4 cry? [ Jessica ]&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Would 4 and 7 be a good couple? (Jessica and Nicole)&lt;br /&gt;- sure! why not ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.You think 5 is attactive? ( Lianne )&lt;br /&gt;- yeah. damn hot -.- HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What's 2's favourite colour? ( Trudy )&lt;br /&gt;- should be purple. i'm so in love with her purple bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.When was the last time you talked to 5? ( Lianne)&lt;br /&gt;- yesterday when she had to go home after we went to tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What language does 5 speak? ( Lianne )&lt;br /&gt;- English -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Who is 3 going out with? ( Suzanne )&lt;br /&gt;- HA. nobody luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What grade is 2 in? ( Trudy )&lt;br /&gt;- loser grade. haha. sec2 ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Would you ever date 7? ( Nicole )&lt;br /&gt;- err, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What's the best thing about 7? ( Nicole )&lt;br /&gt;- she's noisy and i love noise (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What's the best thing about 6? ( Desiree )&lt;br /&gt;- that she thinks she's awesome although she's not. that equals to her living in a world of denial. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Have you ever kissed 5? ( Lianne )&lt;br /&gt;- HAHA. she will so freak out. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Whats the best memory you have with 7? ( Nicole )&lt;br /&gt;- everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.When's the last time you are going to see 6? ( Desiree )&lt;br /&gt;- don't know. i love seeing her everyday. HAHA. its fun teasing her! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.How is 2 and 4 different? ( Trudy and Jessica )&lt;br /&gt;- don't know eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Is 6 pretty? ( Desiree )&lt;br /&gt;- yeah! very! although she's not awesome.. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.How did you meet 5? ( Lianne )&lt;br /&gt;- idk. i think she's cool. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Is 1 your best friend? ( Kelly )&lt;br /&gt;- maybe! hehhehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Have you seen 4 on the last time? ( Jessica )&lt;br /&gt;- huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Do you hate 2? ( Trudy )&lt;br /&gt;- no. i love her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Have you see 4 in the last month? ( Jessica )&lt;br /&gt;- yes. yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.When was the last time you talked to 3? ( suzanne )&lt;br /&gt;- a second ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Have you been to 5's house? ( Lianne )&lt;br /&gt;- yes. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.When's the last time you gonna see 7? ( nicole )&lt;br /&gt;- dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Are you close to 3? ( suzanne )&lt;br /&gt;- maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Have you been to a movie with 4 before? ( Jessica )&lt;br /&gt;- yeah! duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Have you gotten into trouble with 7? ( Nicole )&lt;br /&gt;- maybe for talking to much in class, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Would you give 2 a hug? ( Trudy )&lt;br /&gt;- i don't dare. i scared kelly think i like trudy. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.When have you ever lied to 3? ( suzanne )&lt;br /&gt;- never leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Is 1 good in socializing? ( kelly )&lt;br /&gt;- yeah! maybe abit shy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Do you know secrets about 6? ( desiree )&lt;br /&gt;- i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Describe the relationship between 2 and 4 .( trudy and jessica )&lt;br /&gt;- friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Best thing about your friendship with 5? ( lianne )&lt;br /&gt;- she's super relaible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.What's the worst thing about 6? ( Desiree )&lt;br /&gt;- the fact that she's not awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Have you ever had a crush on 2? ( Trudy )&lt;br /&gt;- OH YEAH SURE! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Does 4 have a girlfriend or boyfriend? ( Jessica )&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Have you ever want to punch 1's face? ( kelly )&lt;br /&gt;- i think so. when she gets TOO BIMBOTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Has 2 met your mom? ( trudy )&lt;br /&gt;- we aren't that close. YET. HAHA. joke -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.How do get to meet 3? ( suzanne )&lt;br /&gt;- err. i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Did you ever physically hurt 3? ( suzanne )&lt;br /&gt;- i don't think so. it sounds kinda wrong though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Do you live close to 7? ( Nicole )&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.What's 5 favourite food? ( Lianne )&lt;br /&gt;- everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.What kind of car does 1 have? ( kelly )&lt;br /&gt;- she doesn't drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Have you ever travelled anywhere with 5 before? ( Lianne )&lt;br /&gt;- err. soon? TO JAPAN BABE! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.If you give 5 $100 what will he/she spend it on? ( Lianne )&lt;br /&gt;- new notebooks? cake mix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebration was all right. rohinni was super freaking super cool!!&lt;br /&gt;her dance and footwork=awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i love you desiree!&lt;br /&gt;i love you joemin!&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm saddened by the fact that you drew behind my sketch.&lt;br /&gt;omgosh. i saw katy perry!&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;on tv-.-&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;sianness i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todau argued so badly with someone. its the worst ever.&lt;br /&gt;man, so wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;not like wanted anything right.&lt;br /&gt;so now you call me weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;damn it la.&lt;br /&gt;unreasonable freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags&lt;br /&gt;(joemin) yeah. hehe. love you! &lt;br /&gt;(person) LOL. YOU THE CHILD. DAPHNE THE MUM! haha. cool~ hey! i just replied... sorry (:&lt;br /&gt;(beatrisa) you just appeared -.-&lt;br /&gt;(muriel) PURPLE FOREVER THE BEST. YAY! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(adliya) hehe. good! let me tell you another wish soooon.&lt;br /&gt;(daphne) YAYYAYAYAYAYA. HAHAHAH. DUH. cause we have great minds (: hooray.&lt;br /&gt;(lianne) yeah! alittle gay. but yeah! HAHA. of course. we had the best fun like everr! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;bad times.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-1514112528889031204?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1514112528889031204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-never-seen-someone-break-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/1514112528889031204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/1514112528889031204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-never-seen-someone-break-down.html' title='i have never seen someone break down like that before.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-3496063077986310000</id><published>2009-08-06T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:53:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice and water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;today=all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit CA: it was fine. don't think i did that bad..&lt;br /&gt;history: i love avt.&lt;br /&gt;drama ed: THE WHOLE FUN THING. OMGOSH. ice and water was tremendously exciting O: totally i tell you. omgosh omgosh omgosh. -hyperventilates- mr fi should be thinking "these girls are real high.." HAHA. fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;recess: i ate my packed food. i think too much oil 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/5917761532501837265-3496063077986310000?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3496063077986310000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/ice-and-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/3496063077986310000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/3496063077986310000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/ice-and-water.html' title='ice and water'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-5763796940024069711</id><published>2009-08-05T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:57:47.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nags-.-</title><content type='html'>i don't get why MOST parents must nag at their kids-.-&lt;br /&gt;its just lowering self esteem for some kids isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;only SOME would thing that its actually motivation.&lt;br /&gt;but it certainly isn't the right thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;today=not very good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. SEC1S got their POP badges already ;D HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;science: annoyed. can't believe how some people can help the other but the other doesn't help some people -.- meanie.&lt;br /&gt;chinese: essay! sigh. seen true colours of unexpected show-offs. don't worry, _____, i will help you! ;D&lt;br /&gt;maths: finished worksheet kinda early. ;D YAY.&lt;br /&gt;recess: stayed in class. you should try vanessa's cooked curry rice. its F.A.B.U.L.O.U.S! tomorrow morning i will cook my recess. i'm saving up for a camera, like FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;MEP: suck. hi-five juliette.&lt;br /&gt;legacy: seen some double-faced person. annoying. total crapness. i don't get why ________ must be so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;el remedial was funny -.-&lt;br /&gt;mrs lim is so comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND.&lt;br /&gt;woah~&lt;br /&gt;miss sia so nice. let us off early.&lt;br /&gt;american graff sounded ALL RIGHT. ;D YAY.&lt;br /&gt;lianne damn cute i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;she run damn funny. then when she talk also. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. so excited for national day celebration. yay. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to elizabeth young. omgosh. her messenger very cool :D&lt;br /&gt;its like when she's away, she leaves an automessage like, "AutoMessage: eating dinner :D text me if urgent!"&lt;br /&gt;then my reaction was: -.-&lt;br /&gt;haha, but seriosuly, its awesomely cool.&lt;br /&gt;should make one "AutoMessage: Nature is calling out for me!"&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;btw, she passed a letter to me on tuesday. omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like ... her letter is extremely lame.&lt;br /&gt;but i replied la. not too short not too long.&lt;br /&gt;then i wanted to try down her letter from 3rd floor to 1st floor after school 'cause i spotted her!&lt;br /&gt;but she walked away.&lt;br /&gt;today i pass her her letter in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;now, she telling me, she thought i throwing back HER letter to HER 'cause i too agitated. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to aim towards the drain..&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. she so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh. HI FIVE DAPHNE! miss aliah accepted our plan ;D HOORAY YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if i get too angry suddenly, its my moodswing period. its happening everyday. i am so sorry D:&lt;br /&gt;i suck big time. sigh. stupid grades -.- i need to study. &lt;br /&gt;work so hard, always don't get what i want.&lt;br /&gt;its not as if when i say i don't i don't right.&lt;br /&gt;then why were the words "lies" and "excuses" created. LAME RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayo. love whoever who actually reads. ;D yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-5763796940024069711?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5763796940024069711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/nags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/5763796940024069711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/5763796940024069711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/nags.html' title='nags-.-'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-4741408103298367482</id><published>2009-08-03T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:29:20.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how you feel,</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;am i supposed to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything i do,&lt;br /&gt;i must think before saying.&lt;br /&gt;what i say to you&lt;br /&gt;isn't true at all anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;when what i say isn't true,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i bother abit,&lt;br /&gt;but how am i supposed to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give in to you huh,&lt;br /&gt;give it to the whole wide world,&lt;br /&gt;i don't get any advantages,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just too penurious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i beg you,&lt;br /&gt;think about me for once,&lt;br /&gt;put me in your shoes,&lt;br /&gt;see who's the one not in the right mind.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use a gun and shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed 2.4 -.-&lt;br /&gt;by one minute.&lt;br /&gt;at least i improved eh. last time the timing 20 minutes. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;tomorros got pt -.-&lt;br /&gt;feet aching as if got needles i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;poke poke poke me -.-&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i hope got no scoldings for piano..&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't that good after all.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how you remember 4 legs good 2 legs bad&lt;br /&gt;16 legs best,&lt;br /&gt;8 legs better,&lt;br /&gt;4 legs good,&lt;br /&gt;2 legs bad,&lt;br /&gt;1 leg worst,&lt;br /&gt;0 leg shit.&lt;br /&gt;from : LIM JOEMIN.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be another freak stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-4741408103298367482?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4741408103298367482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-you-feell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/4741408103298367482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/4741408103298367482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-you-feell.html' title='how you feel,'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-4678253581802412774</id><published>2009-08-03T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:24:56.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;would you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you,&lt;br /&gt;clean the floor&lt;br /&gt;would you,&lt;br /&gt;sleep in rags&lt;br /&gt;would you,&lt;br /&gt;wipe the windows,&lt;br /&gt;would you,&lt;br /&gt;be like cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinderella,&lt;br /&gt;is pretty and nice,&lt;br /&gt;she lost her happiness,&lt;br /&gt;and find them back.&lt;br /&gt;you might be like her,&lt;br /&gt;losing something important,&lt;br /&gt;but again, be like her,&lt;br /&gt;exchange your kind deeds for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you,&lt;br /&gt;runaway from home,&lt;br /&gt;would you,&lt;br /&gt;risk your life from being killed,&lt;br /&gt;would you,&lt;br /&gt;stay with 7 dwarves,&lt;br /&gt;would you,&lt;br /&gt;be like snow white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow white,&lt;br /&gt;is charming and graceful,&lt;br /&gt;she ran away from torture,&lt;br /&gt;being scared and alone.&lt;br /&gt;you might find new friends,&lt;br /&gt;or find someone whom you seek,&lt;br /&gt;but again, be like her,&lt;br /&gt;share and care in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you be in these fairytales,&lt;br /&gt;still snoring away in sleep,&lt;br /&gt;would you be my love,&lt;br /&gt;be my companion in these dreams&lt;br /&gt;would you share and care,&lt;br /&gt;i'll do the same always,&lt;br /&gt;would you bring me,&lt;br /&gt;to somewhere we belong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you?&lt;br /&gt;would you not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose real life and a dream,&lt;br /&gt;is somewhere out there for me,&lt;br /&gt;but would you, follow me,&lt;br /&gt;to hold on to our dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you?&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if its too random.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;its 3.15am.&lt;br /&gt;i don't dare to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i scared i can't wake up tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;got NAPFA, meeting, someone's b'day, duty O:&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely afraid of ___ now.&lt;br /&gt;she say until like they so scareehhhh. D:&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND, BE BRAVE. -.-&lt;br /&gt;talking to adliya now.&lt;br /&gt;she's the only one online anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and i just finishes starry starry night but Vincent Van Gogh.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;took me a freaky 3 HOURS cause i redid everything -.-&lt;br /&gt;its total torture.&lt;br /&gt;but the end result is kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;so im happy ;D LIKE YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading Shiawase Kissa Sanchoume now.&lt;br /&gt;gloria intro ;D YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. my brother funny -.-&lt;br /&gt;we were in the lift and this auntie thinks my brother's cute -.- then she keep smiling at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a(amy) "i can't stand it when everyone thinks you're cute, when you're SO NOT."&lt;br /&gt;b(brother) "heh heh"&lt;br /&gt;a "you're not cute at all! probably fat then everyone thinks you're chubby. so gross."&lt;br /&gt;b "you don't know meh. my TRUE COLOURS only show when i'm at home what. you so stupid."&lt;br /&gt;(then i was like go and die -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to fairprice to get ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;the cakes are like inside the fridge now. HOORAY. sorta succeed i suppose!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. but i scared you guys got diarrhoea, so i taste it first.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. if i never come to school later, this proves the cakes are dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;HEEE.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored big time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;甲型H1N1流感病毒&lt;br /&gt;... im trying to read it on wikipedia but it seems odd.&lt;br /&gt;LOL H1N1. the thing that forbids japan trip for now D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animal farm ;D&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a special day for special someone.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-4678253581802412774?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4678253581802412774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/would-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/4678253581802412774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/4678253581802412774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/would-you.html' title='would you'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-7321456167936557143</id><published>2009-08-02T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:11:19.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camwhore</title><content type='html'>O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://killer_scream.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lj mainly for my pictures ;D YAY.&lt;br /&gt;screw blogger.. the pitures cannot upload -.-&lt;br /&gt;but the pictures aren't up yet. so whatever ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go amk hub buy ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;but no one going with me.&lt;br /&gt;asking my stupid brother.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose he will say yes anyway -.-&lt;br /&gt;kinda retarded.&lt;br /&gt;i heard my mum ordering kfc for today's lunch (: (plus dinner -.-)&lt;br /&gt;but YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;goodluck to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;ily ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-7321456167936557143?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7321456167936557143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/camwhore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/7321456167936557143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/7321456167936557143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/camwhore.html' title='camwhore'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-9078409743880091285</id><published>2009-08-01T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:49:40.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ought to but not ought to</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;ought to but not ought to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love,&lt;br /&gt;always have been around,&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly,&lt;br /&gt;isn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not, you ask,&lt;br /&gt;i'm speechless for words,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't the feeling,&lt;br /&gt;just come and go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that i don't accept,&lt;br /&gt;but i choose to obstinate,&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone,&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a break,&lt;br /&gt;don't come breaking me,&lt;br /&gt;you love is simply,&lt;br /&gt;ought to but not ought to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(err, i wanted to translate that into french, but it didn't work -.- LOL. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, ho, yo.&lt;br /&gt;its someone's birthday soon.&lt;br /&gt;but what should i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i, have, no, idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think trudy super cute. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today band,&lt;br /&gt;was all right.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stand some people.&lt;br /&gt;annoying.&lt;br /&gt;cake!! too chocolate-y, but its niceeeee!&lt;br /&gt;finished went vworld and pp with desiree, joemin, shi, lynette, daphne and vanessa! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;funneh.&lt;br /&gt;daphne was reading storybook to vanessa. look like mother and child. HAHAH. cool yo~&lt;br /&gt;we got subway ;DD&lt;br /&gt;then went home.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go ntuc to get cake mix and etc.&lt;br /&gt;need buy battery -.-&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand some people.&lt;br /&gt;don't know why they are at wrong (in my perspective)&lt;br /&gt;and they apologise,&lt;br /&gt;though they don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;its, weird and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;hearts of fencing so funny and cool~&lt;br /&gt;i gave up on shining inheritance already. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desiree thinks she's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;who believes it eh.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, joke joke.&lt;br /&gt;joke joke.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags&lt;br /&gt;   (desi) eh, who would think so. LOL. you can't play cheat is the most hilarious thing i know about you now. HOORAY. also, your number changing thing didn't work remember. HAHA, oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;   (xx) yo! miss you loads loads too. smps cannot allow visitors D: cannot go visit juniors eh! so saddened D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;its too late to apologize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-9078409743880091285?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/9078409743880091285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/ought-to-but-not-ought-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/9078409743880091285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/9078409743880091285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/08/ought-to-but-not-ought-to.html' title='ought to but not ought to'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-711504200658369379</id><published>2009-07-31T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:47:11.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reach</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach,&lt;br /&gt;for your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;reach,&lt;br /&gt;for your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;reach,&lt;br /&gt;for your love.&lt;br /&gt;reach,&lt;br /&gt;for your hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more do you reach for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach, to me, means,&lt;br /&gt;Reality,&lt;br /&gt;Endless,&lt;br /&gt;Achievement,&lt;br /&gt;Creation,&lt;br /&gt;Hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;this category is for optimistic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach, to some people, means,&lt;br /&gt;Reckless,&lt;br /&gt;Egoness&lt;br /&gt;Annoyance,&lt;br /&gt;Corruption,&lt;br /&gt;Harrass.&lt;br /&gt;this category is for pessimistic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i currently lie in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the thing ontop is lame, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't too good.&lt;br /&gt;played ball and debbie fell D:&lt;br /&gt;hope she's all right ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band!&lt;br /&gt;okay, it was all right.&lt;br /&gt;celebrated belated birthday ;D&lt;br /&gt;CAKE WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;but i only eat half then the cake dropped.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow there's band eh. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;wondering what time it is going to end ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 GUNS - GREENDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;when its not worth dying for?&lt;br /&gt;Does it take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;and you fell yourself suffocating?&lt;br /&gt;Does the pain weight out the pride?&lt;br /&gt;and you look for a place to hide?&lt;br /&gt;Does someone break your heart inside?&lt;br /&gt;you're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms&lt;br /&gt;Give up the figt&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;And you lost all sense of control&lt;br /&gt;And your thoughts have taken their toll&lt;br /&gt;When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Your faith walks on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;And the hangover doesn't pass&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's ever built to last&lt;br /&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms&lt;br /&gt;Give up the figt&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you try to live on your own&lt;br /&gt;When you burned down the house and home?&lt;br /&gt;Did you stand too close to the fire?&lt;br /&gt;Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its time to live and let die&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get another try&lt;br /&gt;Something inside this heart has died&lt;br /&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms&lt;br /&gt;Give up the figt&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome song i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;it rocks. total emotion swing now. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, im watching Shining Inheritance&lt;br /&gt;it seems so, no happiness at all.&lt;br /&gt;im going to give up watching it soon -.-&lt;br /&gt;then manga!&lt;br /&gt;and blogging~&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"tomorrow will be a better day" says A (a kid)&lt;br /&gt;-"kids aren't supposed to tell lies" says B (a caretaker)&lt;br /&gt;-"you were the one who told me that" says A (a kid)&lt;br /&gt;(-.- lame right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags!&lt;br /&gt;   (elizabeth) but the human and irony thing sounds damn cool what! where got the "dots" reaction one ):  LOL. i go tag yours also k..&lt;br /&gt;   ('P) yo. thank you thank you. see you tomorrow. hope you're all fineeee. and btw, i think you grew taller. oh no.&lt;br /&gt;   (gloria) white not nice meh! LOL. i live in simplicity now ;D no more emo black stuff. the thing is cool. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;byebye. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-711504200658369379?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/711504200658369379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/07/reach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/711504200658369379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/711504200658369379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/07/reach.html' title='reach'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-4448854637782651988</id><published>2009-07-31T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:10:00.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>human and irony.</title><content type='html'>-----&lt;br /&gt;human and irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a period of time people have fun,&lt;br /&gt;they smile, laugh and play with the presence of their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;because most people live in a world of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;that's what make them human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you how love goes,&lt;br /&gt;people fall into a circle and run a few rounds, chasing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;because most people live in a world of foolishness,&lt;br /&gt;that's what make them human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you see how the heart breaks,&lt;br /&gt;how it shivers, go pale, shrivels up and beat slower bit by bit...&lt;br /&gt;because most people live in a world of emotions,&lt;br /&gt;that's what make them human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up and smile,&lt;br /&gt;i bet that's what 7 out of 10 people say in the world.&lt;br /&gt;because most people live in a world of denial, &lt;br /&gt;that's what make them human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a period of time people have fun,&lt;br /&gt;they fall in love foolishly,&lt;br /&gt;then the pain comes, hurting in agony,&lt;br /&gt;and then sympathy knocks on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a world of irony.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;today's morning, wasn't too good.&lt;br /&gt;bias treatment can reach to an extent some people starts getting annoying i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;oh! english. i am so scared about the new booking system.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't that productive.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, mrs tan don't believe my name is really amy.&lt;br /&gt;see luh! now she dislike me.&lt;br /&gt;is it my fault? (i'm not pushing blames please)&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, in the morning, kelly and trudy dating eh~ HAHA, okokay, joke joke joke..&lt;br /&gt;i like art ;D&lt;br /&gt;its, peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;GAP was all right.&lt;br /&gt;it seriously not worth.&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;but heck.&lt;br /&gt;human and irony damn cool right! ;D YAY. suddenly i feel so ambitious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;  i love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;that i still want you to be with me,&lt;br /&gt;stay with me, stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;  i miss you so much,&lt;br /&gt;that i would want you in my life now,&lt;br /&gt;always, continuously and forever.&lt;br /&gt;  i always want to see you so much,&lt;br /&gt;that the tears are forced out, &lt;br /&gt;when i don't expect them to.&lt;br /&gt;  i always say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;when i don't mean it nor want to,&lt;br /&gt;but i have to. so,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;i need to rush starry starry night &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;bye. tag 'kay? ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-4448854637782651988?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4448854637782651988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/07/human-and-irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/4448854637782651988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/4448854637782651988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/07/human-and-irony.html' title='human and irony.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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-5917761532501837265.post-1576594857494216947</id><published>2009-07-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:32:49.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPENED</title><content type='html'>yay. new blog. HOORAY please.&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;actually i got another new blog so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and i never spread this blog's link.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;come say hi! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;CA week. i think i will die.&lt;br /&gt;not sleeping till like 2 or 3 -.-&lt;br /&gt;can die right. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DESIREE!&lt;br /&gt;YOU ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;continue being mrs tan-junior. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. omgosh~&lt;br /&gt;survivor's law II ROCK. cantonese law stuff. HEH. plus romance.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you i miss you,&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you i want you,&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you i need you,&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you i love you.&lt;br /&gt;what a old-fashioned statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;today must study study study. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;(i was joking about the YAY, puh-lease.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always yours. HEH. love you dear ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917761532501837265-1576594857494216947?l=checkhermoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1576594857494216947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/07/opened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/1576594857494216947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917761532501837265/posts/default/1576594857494216947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkhermoves.blogspot.com/2009/07/opened.html' title='OPENED'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16125298662627863998</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>
