<?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-7703044</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:31:19.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paradise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-113747526698637631</id><published>2006-01-16T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T09:30:40.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many things, so lil time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check my last blog, i was all smiles. now, i dont even know wher had they gone to. im screaming but there no sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my bdae. then chirstmas. then new year. then new job. then now. so many things had happened. met new ppl. new friends. new job. new (lousy) salary. blah. but i aint happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my bdae. 6th dec 05&lt;br /&gt;boating trip on melvin's (my dad's fren) yatch. 1st time on a yatch. amazing. fishing. bbq. went to kusu island. so fun. got realli tanned too. every1 enjoyed themselves and wanted to go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas eve countdown. 24th dec 05&lt;br /&gt;do not ever go to orchard on xmas. crowded, sticky, smelly! ppl spraying fake snow from cans, disgusting! the smell of the gas stinks so much and making me hard to breath. and i've no idea why are ther suddenly so many ''man'' at orchard, you know, tat kinda ''man''. i cant state wat kinda man, the govt will fine and jail me. they are so damn eww! they werent touchin wit hands but the like to squeeze among the ladies. i was seperated from my frens(karen, grace) onli after a 10 mins walk among the crowd and i soon found out im surrounded wit man, all kinda man! but, i was lucky. came outta the crowd alive and untouched.&lt;br /&gt;we went for a drink and saw him wit this girl and my xmas mood went straight to negative 1000. i sat at my seat, trying to look out for him but couldnt. my xmas was ruin. jus then, i saw him again, wit a big bunch of guys and girls. so tat wasnt his gf. wad a relief. he saw me but we didnt greet each other. after i brought my drinks, he was gone. i smsed him, hoping mayb he wil chat wit me but he didnt reply. that was my last sms to him til now. and yes, i stil like him, loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year eve countdown 31st dec 05&lt;br /&gt;hell of a party! loads of nutty ppl partied at downtown east d'marquee. yea, nutty ppl. fighters, tt kinda ''man'', gd lookin dudes, ah bengs, ah lians, parents, kids and even babies. i realli dont understand wad are the parents thinking! of cz, i went to a grp of nutty ppl too. grace, alvin, chek chuan. i grooved, chek chuan dance, grace shaked, alvin clapped. how nice. i was crazy tt nite. the 2 poor guys were shocked. its my 1st outing wit them. wonder wad kinda impression i've made. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;after countdown, movie time. cinemas were closed but lan shops werent. we went to cine and found out rooms are avaliable to watch dvds. we booked a room and watched 'the skeleton key'. nt bad. bout curse and stuff. chek chuan didnt watch, he dun like horror movies but he didnt told us. o well. but he was gentleman enough to help us set up the dvd player. nice chap. after movie, home we go. my new record, 24hrs no slep. (yea, i know it doesnt sound alot, u may even beat me but isnt this blog all bout me? =b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new job. 1st jan 06&lt;br /&gt;again, an 'all-in-1' position. however, tis is far more worst den my pet shop job. tis includes sales, cashier, cleaning, packing, telemarketing and giving out pamplets! isit it lame?! if i wanted to do telemarketing, i would had find a similar job. same as giving out pamlets. i know loads of ppl are lookin for ppl to do tis kinda job but i hate it!&lt;br /&gt;worst, pay sux! supervisor veri fierce. big boss veri 'meow' (stingy). lady boss always wans us to sae 'gd mornin/noon/evening'. boring job cz no ppl come in! boss sae its our fault if sales no gd. hell. ppl wanna buy they'll come into the store, wad isit gonna do wit us? 9 hrs per day. onli sundae off. wanna take off nid to go through so many ppl, so many problem and so many unhappiness. duh!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ive went for an interview at a cafe. my pri skool pal intro me. they called and told mi i was choosen. *big smile* betta paying, flexible working hrs, more things to do. i gonna start work next mth. my current job is sooooo boring. i bring radio, newspaper and food ther but time stil goes by soooo ssslllooowwwlllyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ah ma' left us. 16th jan 06. 6.40pm. on eric's car.&lt;br /&gt;ah ma is a dog btw. she's realli old. 13+. she's 1 of the dogs in our shop and she's there for as long as anyone can rmb. kind, gentle but drools alot. she had lung infection. ah ma had it for a long time but it wasnt as bad as a few days ago. eric saw ah ma was in a bad shape and took her to the clinic. on the way, ah ma was bout to fall asleep but eric shook her to wake her up. the moment he parked his car to the clinic's carpark, ah ma fell into a deep slep and never woke up.&lt;br /&gt;i got the news at bout 7pm+. it hitted mi so badly, i juz squat on the floor and stare into space. (lucky tt wasnt any customer.) all the images of ah ma can flashing back. everytime i feed her, she would try to eat in b4 i place it on the floor. tat time she spill her food and i picked up bit by bit and put onto the bowl for her. her thick saliva on the newspaper and i had to change it. her happiness whenever i went into the pet shop.&lt;br /&gt;foxy,berrie and every other dog in the store wasnt barkin when i arrive. they all knew. everyonr except chocolate. she stil barked happily. however, one of the staff told me she was acting unusually bad and barkin alot last few daes b4 ah ma passed away. so she knew too. foxy, and always jumpy dog was so quiet. she keep sniffing ah ma when eric was wrapping her up in a box to be cremated on the 17th jan. ''we will always remember you'' eric wrote on the box. it was her last moment. ah ma looked so peaceful. all dogs go the heaven, they sae. yes. i believe in that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat a beginning of 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-113747526698637631?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/113747526698637631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=113747526698637631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/113747526698637631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/113747526698637631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-many-things-so-lil-time.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-113354590879332412</id><published>2005-12-02T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:51:48.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;back to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;actually was back to work a few days ago, juz tt tis time i work a full 10 hours. pretty tired but im so glad to work at the pet shop again. familiar faces, dogs and tt oh-my-goodness-smell-of poo, loads of poo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i hate cleaning the puppy room. its the worst place on earth in the morning. pphheeewww! its like a room tt had been blasted by 30 stink bombs! luckily todae i nid not clean the cages, my boss helped me. he's fast man! when u clean the cages, 1/2 of ur body hav to go inside the cages to clean the back of the cage. imagnie 1/2 ur body inside a cage full of dog's shit! woot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tt's not the worst part. if ther are some shit stuck between the cages's floor, you'll hav to scrub it, and most of the the shit-water wil shoot all over the place. some of it may stick to ur shirt, others may fly to ur shoulders, and almost everytime, it'll find its way onto ur face or into ur mouth! goodness! its like the "Attack of the Shit-Water", a R21 movie becz its too horrible of kids to watch. eww! damn damn gross! tt's why i'll wash my face everytime i finish cleaning the cages. my colleague wil bath. haha. but i hate bathin in the toliet. so small, so dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;after work, my boss, his 2 frenz and me went out for supper at serangoon. i didnt know its so happening even in the nite. i always hang around at the outside (chomp chomp ther), if you go inside wher all the pubs and ktv are, ther loads of cafes and bars tt open till late. they also had veri nice names like 'liquid kitchen', 'umbrella'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;we went to had out supper at 'happy daze'. the food ther, okie lo. i expected betta. the menu had alot of choices! i love it! from chi cusine to western, dessert to waffles, latte to milkshakes to beers to shots, snacks to dog's food. woot! i ate pasta, my fav! quantity, not enough. quality, abit below average.  mayb i too use to pasta maina's pasta. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well, im veri content wit todae's pay. last time 40/day, now 5/hr means 50/day. wow! im realli loving it. i juz hope tt my boss keep on helpin mi clean puppy's room den i'll continue to work. and now, i've learn hw to tok more. tis means more outgoing. tis means customer wil buy more stuff from the shop. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1st step, smile! show ur teeth and they'll tok to u. i takin tis advice seriously so i can maintain my job. haha. todae many ppl tok to mi becz i smiled at them. i wanna break away from my very-quiet past and be a new me. look out world, here zal come. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-113354590879332412?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/113354590879332412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=113354590879332412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/113354590879332412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/113354590879332412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-to-work-actually-was-back-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-113257297422895283</id><published>2005-11-21T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T03:36:14.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd last day of o level</title><content type='html'>20 more hourse to go, thank god!&lt;br /&gt;3pm and im free. free from being a sec skool student, free from o level, free from the teachers that i hate the most! i've been planning for a quite awhile now. wher to go,  what to do, who to go out with, what i should buy da da da. i even started planning it before o level! it realli exciting being a o-level-free-girl! yea, i do love my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;dull.&lt;br /&gt;but the money is attractive. its not as great as being in skool. no friends to kid around with, the 'customer is always right' thingy, need to learn and memorize new stuff, not as fun as the 'younger' version of us tot it will be. yea, no skool! who doesnt love that? but i like skool, w/o the exams. it can drive me up the walls! this o level is 1 good proof of what im trying to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work. im still thinkin of what to work as.&lt;br /&gt;well, my pervious boss as asked mi to come back to work. i wanna go back. cute doggies, 1000/mth, handsome boss, hav sofa and tv, etc.&lt;br /&gt;negative part, smelly, dirty (dealing with dogs bile/faeces/poo/SHIT), customer always ask me stuff i duno(its my fault actually, juz wanna make tis list longer), the stinky-ness after work and i've a nose that hate fur and dust. should i go back to work ther? im too lazy to find another work. the boss is great, friendly and stuff, but im nt good wit customers. im not tt out-going. and the pay is good. the only part is the customers. `sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my activties for the week after my exams are shopping, movies, good food, great company + fun fun fun! woot! i've a new shopping list. check out in my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;harry potter and the goblet of fire, chicken little and all great movies that are coming up, here Zal come!&lt;br /&gt;food? hmm. im gonna ask my parents to help mi with this section.&lt;br /&gt;company, tt's easy! my klassmate/crazy fren karen! and not forgetting my 7 girl pals and some of their bf! they simply rock my world! and some other peepz i haven mention but hanging out wit me soon, u guys are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you, the one who had make me go weak on my knees and my head spin whenever i see you. tomorrow is the day i reveal my secret tt im not the girl u tot i was. (he save my no. under my fren's name) tomorrow im gonna ask u to a date. tomorrow, o tomorrow. im head over heels in love~&lt;br /&gt;`sniff sniff. smell anything? love is in the air. o my. i wanna share my joy with everyone that me, Zal, is in love with .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-113257297422895283?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/113257297422895283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=113257297422895283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/113257297422895283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/113257297422895283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/11/2nd-last-day-of-o-level.html' title='2nd last day of o level'/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-113104010400995442</id><published>2005-11-04T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:48:24.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;school's out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;memories past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;don't ever doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;our friendship will last....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-113104010400995442?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/113104010400995442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=113104010400995442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/113104010400995442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/113104010400995442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/11/schools-out-memories-past-dont-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-113104001467257053</id><published>2005-11-04T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:46:54.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;I didn't know much of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;But it came too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;And there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;And then we got real blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Stay at home talking on the telephone with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;And this is how i feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;As we go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;We remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;All the times we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Had together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;And as our lives change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Come whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;We will still beFriends Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;And we make the big money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;When we look back now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Can we ever find a job that won't interfere with a tan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;We will still be friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;`i'll really miss you guy. good luck for your O level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;yea, its a time to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-113104001467257053?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/113104001467257053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=113104001467257053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this strange tot this morning when i woke up. no, i didnt tot of jumpin on my bed and scream my head off(hmm, tt can work for a morning col for my sis), i actually like going to skool. i like the books, teachers, klassmates, recess.... all that. it kinda amaze me. such great memories in cbss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinkin of next yr i wun be back to sit at my klass and listen to all those familiar voices talkin, or even scoldin, it kinda saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss my yellow table aka bed. i had sweet dreams(and saliva) on it. hope no one gets tt table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canteen food and auntie. food, nice, and damn cheap. but its sick to eat the same thing 5 times a week. auntie is veri 'meow', always say us when we took more chilli. but, i stil like her. she provide us cheap food, mind you. wher else can u find a bowl of noddles for $1??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr gan, best teacher on earth, no, the entire universe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can take my whole life to continue this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll certainly miss the skool. too bad i didnt treasure enough when i was in it&lt;br /&gt;next yr, wun be waking up at 6am in the morning, wear my skool u and go to skool&lt;br /&gt;next yr, no more P.E lessons=no more captian ball!&lt;br /&gt;next yr, no more cheap canteen food&lt;br /&gt;next yr, no more singing of the pledge, goin back to klassroom, lying on my table&lt;br /&gt;next yr, no more feedin the fishes&lt;br /&gt;next yr, no more doin lame and stupid things(nah. tis will still exist)&lt;br /&gt;next yr, no longer part of cbss&lt;br /&gt;next yr, next yr, wun be seeing him&lt;br /&gt;next yr...&lt;br /&gt;damn! what a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 days to the end my secondary school life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a feelings of a 17 yr old girl who is going to graduate in 602 hours time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7703044.post-112992097174478550</id><published>2005-10-22T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T07:24:15.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2005, Chong Boon Secondary School 9th Graduation Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;venue: Pasir Park 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;time: 2.30pm-7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;after 5 long years in chongboon sec, im offically a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GRADUATED STUDENT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 1st thought when i came into cbss "what a sucky skool". now, im a changed person. cbss is not a bad skool after all. plus this new principal, it had changed (in a very good way) quite alot. fond memories will stays for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up wit some frenz and went to skool. we were asked to go to the hall for further instructions. after a short speech from the principal, we were on the bus to pasir park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5nb were the 1st to reach ther! (i know tt's sounds childish) on our way to the meeting stop, we gossip wit miss bai and some of my frenz. gossip bout whu? hehe. its betta to keep it secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when we reach, speeches were told from 5a, 5b, 4e1 and 4e2 from teachers to students and visa vice. graduating cert were also given out by our form teachers to the students. it wasnt touching or anything but i'll sure rmb what the teachers had said.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"hav faith in watever u do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"believe in yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"persereve"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"work hand in hand in times of trouble"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"good luck for your o levels"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"you may forget the chemisty formula in the years to come... =] "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;very meaningful indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;next is my fav part, the games! there were the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hula hoop, turn over a new leaf and dress up.&lt;/span&gt; i'll nt go into details bout them, u'll probably juz close my website. its all about teamwork, teamwork and more teamwork. my frens juz had a quarrel wit my klassmate yesterday and we can work as one wit each other the next day, tt's pretty amazing. we cheer for each other and hugged when we win the games (&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;we win 2 outta 3 games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;). tis shows tt our klass can unite in times of trouble.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you go 5NB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;after tt, we had out refreshments. all the klasses are aiming at our our pizza. hehe. our clever form teacher, mrs lee, gave this idea. she oso make durain cake and jiaying made fruit jellies. deeelicioussss! everything tasted so goooood! (or mayb i was hungry) jing yi from 5na cook tom yam fried rice. hmm hmm. *lips licking good*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we had bout 1 1/2 hr to enjoy and hang around. my frens (liwei, weishan, huaiyue, hweeping, jiaying, karen) went down to the beach and took loads of photos! stupid ones, obscene (its juz a photo of our butts, mind you) and pretty ones. its realli low tide, like the tusmami is goin to happen or something. after tt, we went back near the meeting spot. liwei and hweeping took photos wit their chi klass ppl. i also asked them to take wit us (althought i dun even know who are they) 1 of them smiles like a rabbit. haha. (liwei col him ah gua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6.30pm. time to go home. some students and teachers said more speeches about what they feel about tis activity and we had a 'hip hip hurray' cheers. in tt very second, i found out tt everyone in the skool is part of the chongboon family. we're as close as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what will happen after today, no one knows. but 1 thing is for sure, its this very day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st oct 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that had brought all of us so close together as 1 BIG family. it wil always be stored somewher deep in our hearts and nv be forgotten. the sweet memories of this day, our 4/5 years in chongboon sec and the teachers, frens, canteen food/auntie, pond, da da da, wil always stay wit us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;im content wit what i have now. the ppl i've known or seen, all the happenings and stuff, its means so much to me. every single 1 of the ppl i've known or seen are more then jus a person, they are what makes me who i am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;especially to all the ppl who turned up for the graduation ceremony, all the very best for ur o levels (which includes me) and rmb, we are part of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; F&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-112992097174478550?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/112992097174478550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=112992097174478550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112992097174478550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112992097174478550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/10/2005-chong-boon-secondary-school-9th.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-112807526010409831</id><published>2005-09-30T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T03:14:20.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;inter house soccer competition was held yesterday. not bad i must say. exciting indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;before the competition, the sec5 had a friendly match of captian ball with the sec2. somehow, we got more guys in our team so they wanna ask more ppl in. okie, we're cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;8 ppl from their team, 2 guys, 6 gals, all gals from netball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;6 ppl from our team, 4 guys, 2 gals, none from netball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;den it rained. so the chair for the catcher was replaced by the pole. so now, captains ball had changed to netball, w/o the rule of defender hav to stand 3 feet away from the person who's goin to score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE WON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1 good victory! i forgot the score. though. but the impt thing is we had fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;after tt, we went to the hall to play somemore. this time, it was a mixture between all the players. i was hitted in the stomach and smashed by the ball on my right cheek, but it doesnt matter. i'm still alive, tt's gd enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;after the game, i went down and watch the soccer match. i had always loved soccer! nt the handsome guys(hmm?), but its the games. exciting, the thrill u get when ur fav team was goin to score, and they scored! wow! well, my greenies, was, sad to say, last... but, i loved the game anyway. again, i've saw talents in my skool teams i've never seen before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for instance, yong teck. mr slep-all-day-at-klass is pro in soccer. he didnt come in the morning tt day but came in the noon juz to play soccer. he takes his games seriously and he did purple hse proud but getting a 3rd place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and jacky. small size, but good good good. the best players for my hse, greenies. he can play, im so impressed! most of the time, he had the ball wit him and worked wit his team. even players from other houses had praises for him. he had so much den i expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ther's oso kai jie. he was the man! he realli has great soccer skills! i never tot he was so good in soccer. he is one guy tt you must see it to believe it. *clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the final score, 1st-blue, 2nd-yellow, 3rd-purple, 4th-red, 5th/last-green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o well, i still love my greenies as much as ever. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-112807526010409831?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/112807526010409831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=112807526010409831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112807526010409831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112807526010409831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/09/inter-house-soccer-competition-was.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-112758638664468446</id><published>2005-09-25T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T11:26:26.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the 1st time gone out after all my days of studying in my tiny room. went to orchard wit karen and junshen. i was actually suppose to meet at the end of the cabin wit karen but i passed by her and she didnt notice. i saw a lady in white but i didnt care too. who knows, she was tt lady. she was sitting, i was standing, about 10 footsteps away, but we didnt notice at all! o my. we do look diff from skool. hehe. after orchard, we went to k pool. had alot of laughs cz long time nv go le. luckily ppl stil rmb me. =b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pool js, karen and me went down(outside mac). js smoked and i listened to his ipod mini. juz den, charger passed by me! omg! but he didnt notice me too. (am i so unnoticeable? mayb i looked too diff from skool.) i kinda gone crazy and grabbed karen's arm and point his direction. den he turned around. i kinda froze and den turn to another direction. oso duno he saw me anot. after tt, i was all lively and chirpy even thouugh i'm tired. hehe. woot! great great great! karen ask me to follow him see where he go. o nono! if his frenz see me, i can nv face them in skool anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i cooled down, i went back to k pool again. after watching them play pool, went downstairs again(s11). junwei called me. when i returned his call, i saw him near s11. i walked up to him and chatted abit. funi guy. duno why he is forever smiling. haha. siao. went back to k pool, i know, Again. den saw shuping and ronnie. damn, ronnie is skinny! and his hair is nice. suddenly seem so tiny. haha. chatted abit. after jas and alpo... (forgt his name) finished their game, sp grabbed my arm and tell me ronnie has asked 'him' to come k pool. my whole chirpy mood dropped straight down to zero. i only wanna know wher is he so i can avoid tt place. i duno y i wanna do tt. im so used to avoid him. somehow, it juz hurts too see him again. it is bad to avoid someone? anyway, i failed to avoid him but i manage to walk pass quickly so he wun see me. i went to the toliet to... i duno. stand at the mirror, and tears are already on the edge. liwei came in and i calmed down abit. when i return back, he was inside k pool. liwei, andrew and me den went home. what a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-112758638664468446?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/112758638664468446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=112758638664468446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112758638664468446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112758638664468446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-is-1st-time-gone-out-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-112758483336846002</id><published>2005-09-25T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T11:27:47.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prelims are finally over. thank god! but not the o levels. its been awhile since i last post a blog. my apology. caught up wit studies and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vinod's birthday was fun fun fun! more fun den i expect. i tot it was a super formal event so i went wit heels and long sleeve shirt but it turned out to be a party night! woot! fabulous!!! i've nv been to clubbing and stuff before so i tot tt places are dark, noisy and messy! but it turns out to be not bad at all. we danced like we never dance before to the loud indian + a lil eng music. weird eh, indian music. but i dun care (or know) what they're singing. as long as there a fast beat, i'll be grooving to the max. so did everyone else. there is Veeran, Melvyn, Suresh, Daryl Alan ,Yu Xiang, Kenneth, Jun Wei, Raj ,Dufail, Andra, Kamini, Hajar. i've discovered hidden talents in our CBSS students! hajar, kamini, daryl and veeran! or cz nt forgetting out skool dancers, mel and joakim. o my! shock to see how they're dancing and shaking their arsh! hehe. great night. mayb juz lack of drinks, or alcohol to be specific. but its vinod's 18th bdae and his parents are there so... hmm. but its hell of a night! and i'm sure im booked on 27th aug 2008! vinod sae it is going to be more grand and MORE PARTYING! wow!!! few more yrs! cant wait cant wait! thx vinod and all the ppl who grooved all the way tt nite! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next great event, hmm, on 31th aug 05. it was suppose to be a grand event that will affect my whole life. however, someone forgot. or whatever it is. o well. i knew this will happen anyway. the truth dont matters anymore cause i'll be moving on. take care dude. i'll miss you. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, prelims, prelims, prelims... bleah! lousy! chi, maths and sci sure fail. ss mayb? eng can pass. and geo, woot! i realli love geo! i hope to score high for tt. i realli put in great effort in ss, geo and maths. geo is fairly easy. ss, hmm. source base is kinda hard and structure gone! part A can do cz gt learn. den part B, gone! blame on me! A and B on same chpt but i onli learn spore den lazy to learn on british den duno hw to do. o my! maths, *tsk tsk*... learn so much but guess what happened? my calculator set wrongly! den i keep getting negative numbers. stupid me. so mostly paper 2 cant make it. paper 1, hmm, no time. so no matter hw much i study oso can get gd result for maths cz i do too slowly or alot of careless mistake. nah! i dun even wanna tink about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for mooncake festival cum shuping's advance birthday. kinda fun actually. first we go sp house to have steamboat. deeeliciousss~! and her sis is so funi. she's always making us laugh wit her wacky jokes. i often go to her hse but her sis jus smile and nod to me. she's real friendly i must sae. sp's family eat alot of rice. we, jus ate the meat and prawns. sp's bro's gf ate 1/2 of the prawns. scary. she keep putting it in the soup or grill it den her surroundings have alot of prawn shells. after her mum, sis, bro and bro's gf had gone, we are realli playin wit the food, cracking stupid jokes and funny actions. after we cleaned up, we went to amk park to play wit candles. weishan's bf's fren made a firework. small but realli loud, powerful and beautiful. amazing. we gals juz play wit the candle or swinging on the swing. we went home at bout mid night. quite fun. perfer the food at sp hse. hehe. hmm. guess tt's all. kk, bye for now. cheers for a hapi weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-112758483336846002?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/112758483336846002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=112758483336846002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112758483336846002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112758483336846002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/09/prelims-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-112758050962898266</id><published>2005-09-25T00:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T09:48:29.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;My weakness is that I care too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;My scars remind me that the past is real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Drunk and I'm feeling down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;And I just wanna be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm pissed cause you came around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Why don't you just go home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Cause you channel all your pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;And I can't help you fix yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;You're making me insane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;All I can say is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;My weakness is that I care too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;My scars remind me that the past is real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I tried to help you once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Against my own advice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I saw you going down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;But you never realized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;That you're drowning in the water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;So I offered you my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Compassions in my nature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Tonight is our last stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm drunk and I'm feeling down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;And I just wanna be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;You shouldn't ever came around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Why don't you just go home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Cause you're drowning in the water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;And I tried to grab your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;And I left my heart open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;But you didn't understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;But you didn't understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;You fix yourself I can't help you fix yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;But at least I can say I tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I can't help you fix yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;But at least I can say I tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-112758050962898266?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/112758050962898266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=112758050962898266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112758050962898266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112758050962898266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-tear-my-heart-open-i-sew-myself-shut_25.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-112360840684193199</id><published>2005-08-10T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:17:16.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;woot! its raining stars at the fullerton hotel at 8.35pm just now! omg! real pretty fireworks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;everytime i see a picture on the net on fireworks, all i can see is, fireworks. but, if you see it with you own eyes, that picture will never go away, and you betta believe it! it was so magnificent, stunning colours, just so captivating! o my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was so excited about it when we were rushing around the fullerton hotel to find a good place to capture the fireworks. and when it happened, my heart skipped a beat. it was jus so damn beautiful! so many shapes, sizes, colour, wit or w/o glitters, blah blah blah. i could go on forever! it was the best night ever! i could just look at those o-so-gorgeous fireworks for hours and hours and i'll never get bored of it! i just cant take my eyes of it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;like a magic, like stars in the sky, many zillions of them infront of my eyes, like im in a fairytale land, so pretty with so many stars infront of me! o my~! thinking of it now makes me smile too. i wish it could stay in the sky abit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;however, beautiful things dont last long. but hey, seeing it once in real makes it all worth while. the squeezing of stinky sweaty ppl, long hours of walking and waiting, so warm and sticky and sweaty means absolutely nothing when the fireworks started. its all worth the effort. i really enjoy it! and last but not least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 40TH NATIONAL DAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(you're realli getting old now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-8/375303/KIF_4116.AVI"&gt;http://home.ripway.com/2005-8/375303/KIF_4116.AVI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this video is about 1-2sec. if you wan the longer version of it (bout 48sec), email me at &lt;a href="mailto:blur_dr3am3r@hotmail.com"&gt;blur_dr3am3r@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. i have prettier ones for you! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7703044.post-112360939728845114</id><published>2005-08-09T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:43:17.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/1162/640/KIF_4097.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/1162/200/KIF_4097.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad lives here =b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-112360939728845114?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/112360939728845114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/1162/640/KIF_4108.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/1162/200/KIF_4108.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pretty bridge by the fullerton hotel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-112360936170157935?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/112360936170157935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=112360936170157935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112360936170157935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112360936170157935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/08/1-pretty-bridge-by-fullerton-hotel.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-112360927935506367</id><published>2005-08-09T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:41:19.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/1162/640/KIF_4105.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/1162/200/KIF_4105.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magic of the fireworks begins at the fullerton hotel =]&lt;div 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;foolish-ashanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eww! i met a strange pei pei todae. gross! i went to the library this afternoon and after ive found my books, i sat down in a sofa by the window. there was 1 malay 40+ guy sitting infront of me and 1 40+ lady beside him. im a person who will be very alert to every lil movement and sound so it was natural for me to look up every now and then when someone passes by. as i did that, i often accidently took a glance at that pei pei infornt of me. i think that pei pei must be thinking im intersted in him. freako!&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i soon found out that he had stop reading his book (i dont think he was even reading it in the 1st place) and started lookin around, mostly lookin at me as i lift up my head often to look at the passer by. feeling uneasy, i held my book high enough just to cover his sick face. but as soon as i put it down on my lap, he was there staring at me again! i was pissed by then. to comfirm myself, i took a quick glance and notice he is indeed staring at me like im a werido or something. i put down my book and stared at him straight in the eye. he paused a moment before looking down to the floor. i got up quicky and went to the 2nd floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;walking around the 2nd floor, i finally found myself a cosy sit by the window and the good thing is that no one can possibly sit infront of mi cause it was just a wall. i sat there and continue my reading. just then, i felt kinda hungry so i called my friends where they are but all of them have plans so i decided to stay in the library a lil longer althought its freezing in there. i was so engross in my reading when a familiar figure walked beside the sofa next to me. it that bloody pei pei! he wanted to sit beside me but i gave him that sicko-stare that made him move away. then he wanted to sit behind me but he changed his mind and guess where he decided to sit? he walked infront of me and sat down on the floor and lend by the wall! how sick can he be?!! i immediately said "what the fu*k!" and walked off. (note:nt mumble, is said) why do such men even exist?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;not wanting to give up, i walked to another side of the storey and found myself yet another nice seat. hopefully, he would finally give and F off. but nonono! he didnt give up either. after 20mins+ he found me! he staring acting like he was browsing the shelves beside me. this time, im real pissed! i took my books, stood up and... stomped off. nah, i didnt hit him, i dont wan to have a black record becz of an arsh. i stared at him but he didnt look up. timid sick fu*ker! i'll return to the library someday and if he continues to do that to me, i'll make sure he gets he deserves, and he deserves so much more i could offer. watch your back you fu*ker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-112352173160275590?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/112352173160275590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=112352173160275590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112352173160275590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112352173160275590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/08/foolish-ashantieww-i-met-strange-pei.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-112352220015201840</id><published>2005-08-08T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T10:30:00.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;See my days are cold without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;but I'm hurtin while Im with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;and though my heart can't take no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;I keep on running back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;(Verse 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Baby, I don't know why ya treatin me so bad (treat me so bad)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;You said you loved me, no one above me and I was all you had (all you had).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;And though my heart is eating for ya, I can't stop crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know how I allow you to treat me this way yet still I stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Baby, I don't know why ya wanna do me wrong (do me wrong).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;See when I'm home, I'm all alone and you are always gone (always gone).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;And boy, you know I really love you, I can't deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;I can't see how you could bring me to so many tears after all these years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;(Verse 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Ohhh! I trusted you, I trusted you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;So sad, so sad what love will make you do-oooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;All the things that we accept, be the things that we regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;To all of my ladies (ladies), who feel me c'mon sing wit? me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;(Verse 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;See, when I get the strength to leave you, You always tell me that you need me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;And I'm weak cause I believe you, and I'm mad because I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;So I stop and think that maybe, you can learn to appreciate me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Then it all remains the same that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;you ain't never gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;(never gonna change, never gonna change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;(Verse 5: Outbreak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Baby why you hurt me, leave me and desert me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Boy, I gave you all my heart and all you do is tear it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Looking out my window, knowing that I should go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;even when I pack my bags, this something always hold me back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-112352220015201840?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/112352220015201840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=112352220015201840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112352220015201840'/><link rel='self' 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yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;You were a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;I used to stand so tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;I used to be so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Your arms around me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Everything, it felt so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Now I can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;No, I can't sleepI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;'m barely hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;I told you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Opened up and let you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;You made me feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;For once in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Now all that's left of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Is what I pretend to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Sewn together, but so broken up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;'Cause I can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;No, I can't sleepI'm barely hangin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Swallow me then spit me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;For hating you, I blame myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Seeing you it kills me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;No, I don't cry on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-112341897155232464?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/112341897155232464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=112341897155232464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112341897155232464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112341897155232464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/08/behind-these-hazel-eyes-seems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-112341543014414961</id><published>2005-08-07T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T04:50:30.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;"Fall To Pieces"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I looked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Then I look back at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;You try to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;The things that you can't undo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;If I had my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I'd never get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Today's the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I pray that we make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Make it through the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Make it through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Cuz I'm in Love With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;You're the only one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I'd be with till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;When I come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;You bring me back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Back under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Back into your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Wanna know who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Wanna know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I wanna know what this means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Wanna know how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Wanna know what is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I wanna know everything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Cuz i'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-112341543014414961?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/112341543014414961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=112341543014414961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112341543014414961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/112341543014414961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/08/fall-to-pieces-i-looked-away-then-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-112154077959660803</id><published>2005-07-17T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T05:40:02.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;woot. so long didnt write here. missed me? hehe. hav to stay back everydae(and i mean EVERYDAY[mon-fri]) at skool (nt by choice). nt art remedial den is oral or listening exams. damn. everydae [mon-fri] reach hm earliest 4pm, lastest 6pm. dont even hav time to slep!!! i tink i'll hav a pimples, eyebags[ive gt them already] and eye circle[same, gt them 2] blast very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;go hm hav tons of unfinished homework or juz some bloody art that i must complete. stressed out. so exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;thurs played netball after skool. it was raining so the floor was wet but we continued. i convinced kenneth and vinod tt it will dry and it's nt slippery, but i was the 1st to fall on the floor. and charger was at 4th floor watchin me! paisei sia! nt onli him of cz, loads of ppl at canteen saw it too. haha! but it was really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;saw him at k pool todae. he's still the same. i was shocked. haven tok or saw to him for almost 1 month. was really glad to see him. ive totally forget y im mad wit him in the 1st place. he looked juz like the 'him' last yr. i think i oso saw him took a quick glance at mi and i almost fell for him again until i shook myself up. yes, he aint tt guy i knew yrs ago. he had changed. now, i wanna work real hard for my studies. and tt way, i can forget him. hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;i saw your face in a crowded face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;and i dont know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;cause i'll never be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-7703044.post-111919249883142328</id><published>2005-06-19T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T07:48:18.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a lil sunkissed. =]&lt;/span&gt; went to beach these few weeks. east coast to play beach ball, den hav chalet at pasir ris downtown east, den went sentosa. o my. i've become a black cat now. hee. (cat becz ppl sae i look, eat and behave like a cat. dosn not inculde the licking-to-keep-myself-clean part) its been about sports this month, no studying at all. o my! dun tink i can catch up when school reopen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;chalet was a blast! well, sort off. cancel the dirty floor and a few arguments part, its a blast! i love it! the ppl ther, the drinks ther, the damn bloody loud music that shaked the whole chalet and nt forgetting the mahjong. i dun reali like tt food, nt cooked. i love the volka too. absolute kurant, black cat, jim beam cola, long island tea! woot~! damn! waked up my senses! the last night of the chalet i was abit drunk, abit onli, and tt was the funniest part of the chalet. i spoke v high pitch as i didnt hav enough air, like i was choked, and i was hot and tired. i wanted to hit my fren but ended stroking her hair. hee. opp our chalet room are all les and butch. damnit. tot ther will b many hotties. in fact, ther are none at all. went to the red house too. creepy. some stuffs happened but lets not get into tt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;well, sentosa was diff. hehe. lots of hunks! *drool* played beach volleyball and it was damn fun. had swollen arms though. and gt sunburn. but it was all worth it. becz i juz gt fitter, tanner, and hav a feast on my eye on the hunky guys there! woo~ haha. i tink i'm too over. anyway, played beach volleyball, had the most delicious chicken rice in spore and got tanner. o i love my tan. but i got fairer within daes. got to swim tml. o well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my phone it out of service at the moment. but im still using a phone(mum's). samsung is so lousy, spoil so easily. but my next dream phone is a d500c. v classy. i like. holidaes goin to end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hav fun ppl. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111919249883142328?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111919249883142328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111919249883142328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111919249883142328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111919249883142328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/06/lil-sunkissed.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111824816802294739</id><published>2005-06-09T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T09:29:28.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;sob =[ i aint got anymore chance left. mayb i shouldnt even try. i need to protect myself from getting hurt again. *shake head* guess that night will juz be that. happiness that only lasted for 1 night, how miserable. lets juz say, its a great date and we'll be friends for, hmm, as long as we exist? keep in contact ya? take care dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111824816802294739?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111762331992709610</id><published>2005-06-01T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:55:19.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kiss me out of the bearded barley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nightly, beside the green green grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Swing, swing, swing that spinning step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lift your open hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Silver moon's sparkling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So kiss me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kiss me down by the broken treehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Swing me upon its hanging tire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We'll take the trail marked on your father's map &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lift your open hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Silver moon's sparkling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So kiss me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111762331992709610?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111762331992709610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111762331992709610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111762331992709610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111762331992709610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/06/kiss-me-by-sixpence-none-richer-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111745075000312032</id><published>2005-05-30T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T03:59:10.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Natalie-Going Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o level is finally over~! yeepi! but only 1 subject, which is sucky chinese. didnt do really well for the paper. paper1 still alright, didnt write out of point and used alot of 'cheng yu'. paper2 is the one that pulls me down. o well, even if i do well for paper2 doesnt mean i'll get an a1 or a2 so in the end i stil need to take the 2nd exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the holidaes are here~! wow, cant wait cant wait! eventhough i still hav to go back to skool everydae for the 1st, 2nd and 4th week but, hey, lookin on the bright side, i still can slep till 7am cz all remedial starts at 8am+. hehe. mayb i cant get to see charger so much now but is okie. hope he'll miss mi. *opps* hehe. nah. he's cute. tt's all. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;our chalet is finally here. 10th june marks the dae of enjoyment that will last for 3 daes.  well, at least the 3rd week of my holidae will hav a bit of fun and joy. betta be tt no 1 will cause any trouble there. i onli scare tt wilfred will go find trouble himself. tt's guy ah. o my. got nth to sae bout him. a funi yet freaky dude. heez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shopping~! too bad the big singapore sale doesnt have Roxy inculded. o man! if not i'll shop till i drop! holidaes is here. finally hav time to shop for some Roxy stuff. hand itchy. very long didnt shop for Roxy stuff! hope they hav a some discount for me if i buy more. heez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;adios~! have a blasting holidae every1!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111745075000312032?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111745075000312032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111745075000312032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111745075000312032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111745075000312032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/05/natalie-going-crazy-o-level-is-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111661161441350285</id><published>2005-05-21T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T10:53:34.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;My Immortal-Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;'Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;But you still have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;All of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;By your resonating light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111661161441350285?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111661161441350285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111661161441350285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111661161441350285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111661161441350285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-immortal-evanescence-im-so-tired-of.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111598017024445793</id><published>2005-05-13T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T03:29:30.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;todae bio exam, which is the 2nd last exam, which means mondae is art exam, which mean after monday I AM FREE!!! almost free, o level is nt over yet. didnt hav time to come online. busy wit exams (which sux alot). almost everyday digging into my books.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; stressed up!&lt;/span&gt; fianlly left 1 more subject. woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;went central plae pool at 2+. after tt had lunch and guess who we saw after tt? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CHARGER!&lt;/span&gt; omg. shocked! i didnt saw him 1st but liwei suddenly grab my arm. i tot she saw wad, den i discover is charger she's staring at. i was so &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taken aback&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; den weishan say when charger saw me, he looked at me from head to toe. haha. same as wad he did last time i brought pink dolphin in skool. (refer to pervious blog post) i didnt saw, i dun even dare to look at him. after tt, liwei wanna go arcarde so we went. after tt when we are bout to go blk 585 to sit and chat, we saw charger again. he was eatin some mashed potato from 7-11. haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; den yumei go chase after him. stupid! after tt liwei, shuping, weishan all ran up too and left me behind! argh! i caught up wit them awhile lata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;when i walked up to them, charger and 1 of his fren crossed the road when is still red light. yumei shouted "red light still cross, eat mashed potato somemore" (in chi) he turned back wit the spoon in the mouth and looked at yumei. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; i didnt saw it though. after we crossed the road, we climbed the stair to amk park. i ran very fast as i yumei keep calling charger's name. paisei ma. haha. den weishan, shuping and liwei saw charger turned around and looked at me. they comfirm he was lookin at me cz i was the onli 1 on top of the hill. hehe.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; how great can my day get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;have biology exam.kinda easy althought i didnt study. wow, i'm a pro. haha. but i tink i'll fail anyway. =p do finish in 1 hr den still hav 45 mins left. very tired so slep awhile but when i tot 45mins had pass, i woke up and looked at the clock, i've onli slept 15mins. so sian. i starting drawing and day dreaming (tinkin of wad happened yesterdae actually =p) den guess who i saw on 3rd floor? is a guy,i duno whos' tt, and a small-sized guy sort of hiding behind him. our skool's 3rd floor have a glass tt can see the hall. i looked up and saw tt lil guys hiding behind look like &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;charger&lt;/span&gt;. he was kinda like lookin into the hall yet dun wan ppl notice him. i stared at the 2 guys for awhile den start checking my papers. didnt dare to look up again. hehe. i tink is him cz the lil guy is carryin a bag tt looks like charger's bag, and tt lil guy is short. haha!! woo. did he came specially to visit me? or am i dreaming? haha. i'm thinkin too much anyway. but, hehe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he made my day once again. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111598017024445793?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111598017024445793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111598017024445793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111598017024445793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111598017024445793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/05/todae-bio-exam-which-is-2nd-last-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111479286757981528</id><published>2005-04-30T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:48:09.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;may you stay forever happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no matter what happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you know i'll still be here always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you've never be expired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111479286757981528?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111479286757981528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111479286757981528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111479286757981528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111479286757981528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday-may-you-stay-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111435790446129124</id><published>2005-04-24T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T08:51:44.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Akon-Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;times flies. another week has just pass by. some things had changed. some things had not. i still misses you. tt wun change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sundays!&lt;/span&gt; i hate sundays. sundays are the day before monday. need to wake up early tml again. but todae kinda enjoyed myself. i mean only in the early 1/2 of my day. todae yumei called charger and ask him he wana go to our chalet tis june holidaes and he agreed! haha.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; becz yumei threaten him if he didnt come he will hav to kiss a gal after june holidaes.&lt;/span&gt; he agree straight away. so straight-forward ah he. haha! (and tt gal is me. so he come or didnt come oso nvm. HAHA! jk.) todae we ask him comfirm if he wana come and he agreed. den we ask wher he is and he sae he at central. and we are at 344, which is onli a road away to central. he sae he goodspeed and its too noisy so we hang up. after tt, we went to goodspeed to look for him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at 1st i didnt dare to go in but they went in so i followed. i didnt know he like to go to these kinda place. and wad shocked me is tt oscar and juncong is in there too. haha! they sat near the counter and were so engrossed in the game. we stood behind the walls and look at them play. luckily they didnt turn around. i was onli 2 steps away from charger. wow! few mins lata, we left but i wanted to look at him again so i drag weishan in and look at him for awhile. haha! i'm nt despo k. he's cute and is nt everydae i can look at him so close and see him in home clothes. haha! opps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;after tt went to buy loads of snacks for onli $8 and weishan treat us cz she wana use her Nets to pay. so nice! we wanted to pay her but she rejected. after tt go blk 700 and eat. den vesper came to meet us. chit chat ther den wait for chuping and weilong to come but onli weilong came. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;chuping's BM need to add petrol.&lt;/span&gt; haha. (he keep saying he gt a lot of cars and bikes. siao de) i keep pestering yumei to sms charger to ask wher he is den she use my fone to sms him. hehe! after tt i keep on sms-ing charger. charger keep thinkin i am yumei. haha. and guess what! he know who am i!!! and he typed out my name! omg! all our 28 sms goes like tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'wher you'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'at my hse there eating...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; 'wit who? going where lata?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'wif oscar... goin gome liao...'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'comfim going to the chalet? you askin who along?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; 'ya okay me and kah jui comfirm goin... but not staying overnight...'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'why cant stay overnight? stay for one night only can?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'no...'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'den you what time must go home?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'not too late loh...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; 'bout what time? 12am like that can?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'ya abt there 11loh... chalet at where? when ar...'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'at pasir ris costa sand. on 10th 11th 12th june. you wan come wit us on a minibus in the morning? you must help us carry thing there too. haha'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'i see first k... i'll let u know when its reaching...'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'but you comfirm going right?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; 'ya...'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'you know who am i?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'yu mei'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'you know who is yunzhi?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; 'ya'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'how you know her?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; 'i dunno her... i only know yun zhi is which girl...'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'how you know her?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; 'like that know loh...'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'den how come will suddenly know who is she?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'how i know...'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'dun be so pek chek k. haha'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; 'haha. k'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*all his sms are excatly what he've wrote but i didnt add the caps lock. the no. of dots, the way he type is totally the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sori if it has bored you. mayb you didnt even read it. well, its for my own reference anyway. haha! see, he spelled my name! ahh. i tot he didnt know who i am. but he kinda attitude right? well, i like~ haha! cant wait for tt dae to come. meanwhile, i tink i shouldnt look at him so much these daes. paisei. hehe. den yumei sae she wana ask charger be his god bro. after tt i didnt sms him. den, wilfred they all came. some things happened. dun wana sae wat. after tt, i was kinda pissed and went hm. now here i am recalling bout what had happen juz now. so hapi! tml has PE lesson and 1 of the lesson he oso having PE. tt means i can see him! hahaha! alright. end of blog. tata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111435790446129124?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#333333;"&gt;林晓培&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;心动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;有多久没见你 以为你在那里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;原来就住在我心底 陪伴着我的呼吸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;有多远的距离 以为闻不到你的气息&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;谁知道你背影这么长 回头就看到你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;过去让它过去 来不及 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;从头喜欢你白云 缠绕着蓝天 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;如果不能够永远走在一起 也至少给我们&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;怀念的勇气 拥抱的权利&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;好让你明白 我心动 的痕迹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;总是想再见你 还试着打探你 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*lame* anyway, today at recess after i had finish my food, i went to buy drinks at the drink stall. was queuing up when jayme told me tt charger was behind mi. kinda shock but he was 3-4 person behind so i didnt tink tt much until he was standing beside mi. eh. ther is a guy in between us. when tt guy had left, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he was standing beside me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my hair stood up and time kinda paused for awhile. i&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;froze&lt;/span&gt; and was v nervous. ther was cold sweat but i was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;smiling away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it was my turn to buy a drink but i forgot wad i wanted to buy. i wanted to buy pink dolphin but i cant rmb the name. the onli thing on my mind was peach tea, so i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; peach tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;drink stall uncle:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt; (he is kinda 1/2 deaf. always cant hear wad ppl saying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eh... eh.. peach... eh... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*lookin around the stall. saw something pink in colour*&lt;/span&gt; eh... pink dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i took the drink, turn to my right and walked away. jayme was smiling all the way. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;she told me tt charger was 3-4 person behind me. den he walked juz behind me to tok to his fren. den he walked beside the a guy who was beside me. when tt guy leave, he was beside me and was kinda scaning mi from head to toe.&lt;/span&gt; haha. like im a monster ya? but hey, i like~. muhaha! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so hapi.&lt;/span&gt; was smiling all the way back to my seat and spreadin the hapi news.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he realli made my day.&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and he brought pink dolphin too. but juz a coincidence. he likes pink dolphin too. but hey! i like it too~ haha! jk. i seldom drink tt. todae, another pleasant dae. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wit charger around, everydae is a pleasant dae.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(i wonder hw i m goin to survive june holidaes. =p)&lt;/span&gt; muhahaha! cant stop tinking bout it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111323531610383542</id><published>2005-04-12T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T09:03:45.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;this sentence still echos in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"so what if you study so hard. it doesnt make a diff. see your good pals around you. they study but what do they end up wit? drop out, retained. dont study la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a comment made by wilfred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;it kinda makes sense. nowadaes i've been stressing myself so hard to get my work done but see my grades, its still a 'go-ite' result. i tink i can cope wit all subjects except my maths. damn i hate it. everything is quite alright but my maths is failing for 3 months. i'm worried. v worried. but i dont know what to do. dont ask mi go tuition. i hate tuition. fucking stess. in group tuition, waste $. hm tuition, dun get it cz too stress. i cant understand but i'll still act like i understand, so its oso waste $.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;even wit all those big and small problem, i'll not give up just yet! i've spend all my energy and worked so hard to come to sec5, i wouldnt stop here unless i got my o level cert! i know i'm independent to work on my own. tt is i must go poly, the least! o well. cant imagine my future. juz work hard nw. *hai*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111323531610383542?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111323362070719213</id><published>2005-04-11T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:13:20.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i will keep my promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111323362070719213?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111323362070719213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111323362070719213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;you'll call today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;because i've made a promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;if you didnt call today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'll stop my care for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'll stop thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'll stop missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'll stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but i don't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so wouldn't you call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and make my wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111306788223012689?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111306788223012689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111306788223012689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111306788223012689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111306788223012689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-wishyoull-call-todaybecause-ive-made.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111288447157660569</id><published>2005-04-07T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T07:40:58.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Akon-Lonely&lt;br /&gt;i've decided. if 1 dae i had a cat, i will call it coconut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=] i love skool! why? becz 'charger' is there! and my frens had saw him lookin at me! wahahaha! i oso saw it wit my own eyes! wow! he's the cutest guy ever exist in my skool! lucky me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my fren had saw him lookin at me, or both my fren and i today outside geo room. i was waitin for klassmates and weishan looked into his klass and saw him lookin at out direction! is nt jus a 'look'. it had lasted more den just a 'look'. omg! on tue after geo lesson i oso saw him lookin outta his window and towards our direction. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;once on mon after social studies lesson, weishan and i were goin to meet my frenz at 2nd floor. we were tokin bout some stuffs on SS and i was doin loads of actions when 'charger' came down from the stairs and he looked at me. i immediately &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; and stop tokin. weishan was shocked too cz we were tokin 1/2 way when i suddenly stopped. when she found out why, she keep on laughing. what's so funi? cant i b shy too? i increased my speed and walked toward my frenz and started tokin again as i tot 'charger' had walked down the stairs but guess wat, he was behind me all along and i was doin lots of hand actions and smiling/laughing away. when i stood by the walls and looked towards yumei's direction, i saw 'charger' infornt of them and he &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*looked me in the eye*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*faint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hahaha! was &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;electrocuted&lt;/span&gt;! after tt, i couldnt stop smiling after tt. hehe. he realli made my dae. thank god he's in my skool! and his klass juz infornt of mine. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;p.s-&gt;we named him 'charger' cz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1)he's the onli person in skool who wil make me wake up when i fall asleep. the mention of his name is like an alarm clock. mayb i should invent a clock tt will ring wit his name. *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2)on PE lesson when i've ran outta breath and decided to give up, just a look at him will giv me the strength to run again. and v fast i must sae&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3)im v lazy, even when i'm thirsty but he's the onli one tt can make me stand up and walk to the water cooler to fill my waterbottle. onli when he is by the watercooler too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4)he can make me happi for the whole dae, even 2 when he just look me in the eye. but he looked at me 3 times todae. i tink the happiness will last till next week when i see him again. hope to see him again tml.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*muhahaha*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111288447157660569?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111288447157660569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111288447157660569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111288447157660569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111288447157660569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/04/akon-lonely-ive-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111219738072919644</id><published>2005-03-30T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T08:13:39.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Remedy (I Won't Worry) - Jason Marz *he rocks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;some intersting events that happened this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yesterdae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was at the library doin my art coursework. finally i've gave up my nap time to visit the library if not i'll surely fail my o level art. as i was saying, i went to the library, got some reference books and sat on 1 of the empty tables to do some drawin. just then, a couple came and sat beside mi. the guy was on my left and the gal was infront of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;at 1st, i didnt reali notice. but soon, i began realise that &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the guy actually looked kinda like a gal&lt;/span&gt; and i got suspicious. then, the 'guy' stood up, went over to the gal and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kissed&lt;/span&gt; her!! i even heard the sound!! i was listenin on my mp3 so u can imagaine tt is kinda loud. aint they shameful? but even so, i stil leave a small hope tt the 'guy' is a guy cz tt 'guy' looked kinda like a guy. mayb he likes to dress in a butch kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess wad! when they were about to leave, both of them were wearing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SKIRTS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *sick to the stomach* actually i didnt reali care bout homosexual but now, i'm a 100% anti-homosexual!&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;any groups supporting anti-homosexual world, count me in damnit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;wilfred b'dae.&lt;/span&gt; we planned to go orchard but stil end up in amk central k pool! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*duh&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; 4eva there! todae has a special feeling tt i wana pale pool so i'm kinda lucky todae. didnt lose until so 'jia lat'. hehe. but of cz as usual, lost to weishan. she's a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go s11 find wilfred and hav dinner and guess who i saw outside the lift? nt the 2 homosexual &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*gross*&lt;/span&gt;. it was &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;him.&lt;/span&gt; didnt dare to held up my head so looked down all the way to wilfred's table. i felt my hair all standing up and hav body ache all over. i always had tt kinda feelin when i saw &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, duno y. anyway, i had meat minced noodles and tt stupid wilfred ask him come down to s11 too. we didnt tok as usual. wilfred, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and his fren were juz chatting away. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; is stil the same the last time i saw &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. haha. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;its juz the appearance onli, i know tt.&lt;/span&gt; den, weishan came from my back and tickle my back. i turned around and shouted 'KNN' (but smiling away). i regret saying tt! leave bad impression! but, i dun tink &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;'ll care anyway. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*sign*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; well, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; told yumei tt &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'love is love, like is like'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; den let it be if &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; wans it tt way. o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after he left, my dad called and scolded me.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;damn pissed!&lt;/span&gt; he sae i nv do hw always go out! when i do hw, he was workin. when i finish my hw, he is at hm! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;he didnt saw me doin hw doesnt mean i didnt do rite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;den if he nv see me goin toliet and eat lunch tt means i didnt pee or shit the whole dae and didnt eat?&lt;/span&gt; how lame is tt! and he sae everyday is fren's bdae. HELLO? 3 months onli 2 person celebrate their bdae and i was wit them. wat everytime?! i hav many frens you know. is not as if i have onli &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ONE single fren&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; went hm at 8pm, tt was the earliest time i had even went hm! o well, lookin at the bright side, i had break a record of goin hm the earliest tis yr. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dave&lt;/span&gt; msg me on msn todae.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; hapi? of cz!&lt;/span&gt; he's so damn gd lookin. but he's kinda 4getful. asked my name and hp no. for 3 times but now i can confirm he knows who i am! finally! mayb he's veri popular among the gals. hee. i juz dun wana lose a funi fren like him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111219738072919644?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111219738072919644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111219738072919644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111219738072919644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111219738072919644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/03/remedy-i-wont-worry-jason-marz-he.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111194188575724773</id><published>2005-03-28T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T08:50:10.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;if i can choose wat kinda guy i wan, i would wan someone who looks like jason marz or josh hartnett + character of vesper (aka ves-ves) =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;shock to see his name? hehe. he is the onli guy i've ever seen tt understands gals so well. he reali does! he knows wad is the right thing to do at the right moment. he knows how to treat a gal wit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESPECT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;any gal who b his gf should consider herself very very lucky tt such guy actually exist in the world and tt guy likes her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and tt hanlin is a bustard! he actually scold his own stead vulgar words! such an ass. serve him right tt his stead has left him. now, he's regretting, as if tt will make any difference. guys! always dun treasure the things right b4 them until its too late! but at least he has a heart to notice how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; is his gf and will regret.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nt every guy wil do tt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but still, he's an ass. nv use his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brain&lt;/span&gt; b4 speak! (does he even hav 1? hmm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;why doesnt guys treasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; (no offence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; they take everything 4 granted as if everything was meant to be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;when they wan some1, they use all sorts of method to get her. sweet talks, gifts, sendin them to and from work/skool, sms, calls, blah blah blah. and when they get them, is a diff story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;yea, at 1st, everything seems like a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but every1 knows tt fairytales dun lasts long. soon, when the guy gets sick and tired of the gal, he'll treat her like rubbish and hack care bout everything. sweets talks, gifts, sms, calls all ends. blaming, scolding, crapping all arrives. den there will be quarrels, silent-ness, hatred and break-ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; so wat if the gals has done so much 4 him. does it make a bloody difference? do they even notice or rmb wat she has done? i dun tink so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;then, there are guys who likes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;when some guys wan tt gal, he wan tt gal too. and when the guys dump/stop liking her, he dun wan her too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ever heard of tt b4? well, i do. and i'm 1 of the victims. pity me if you wan to, i dun reali care. every guys are sick. they always does things 4 a reason, nv will they do it becz they wan to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e.g? nv will they col becz they wana tok to you. either becz they like you, or they are forced by frenz or watever the reason. and if they like you, either becz they are forced by frenz or becz some other guys are intersted in you or watever the reason. mayb gals are born to be the gifters instead of the takers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;to me, and other gals,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the onli thing in the world is nt to be wit the 1 you love, but to see the 1 you love to be hapi. tt's everything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but to guys, hmm, i duno. after 17 yrs of being around guys (tt inculdes my dad) i stil dun understand them. i had veri gd guy fren, but stil, i dun even hav a hint of wat they reali wan. sex? dun wan his frenz to look down on him? becz other ppl has a gf so he wans 1 to so he wun b left out? or isit reali 4 love? nah! i doubt so. (no offence again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;mayb its juz me. i'm a love victim, and most of the ppl in the world are too. i hate myself being in tis 'love planet' becz after love, i'll be dump into the 'miserable planet'. anyway, i jus wana tell ppl readin tis tt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TREASURE WHAT YOU HAVE BEFORE YOU! DONT REGRET WHEN IT HAD LEFT. IT WILL BE TOO DAMN LATE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;life is like tt. either you treasure nw or you may nt find the same person who will treat you tt good for the rest of your life. love is a circle. what you do to a gal now will be the same as wat other gals will do to you in the future. and 1 more thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER THEN WORDS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dun use sweet talks, sms or cols. juz go for it. gals hate sweet talks becz they are 99% are nt truth. use actions + a true heart. wit that, gal will fall for you. trust me. i'm a gal you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;P.S-&gt;tis is nt a 'how-to-get-a-gf" website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111194188575724773?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111194188575724773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;把手放了&lt;br /&gt;我也许会比较快乐 我也许会换个情人&lt;br /&gt;我也许不会在撑&lt;br /&gt;真的够了&lt;br /&gt;能不能让雨别再下了 能不能让心别再疼了&lt;br /&gt;能不能不要开灯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱跟着你小的剧本 出现了越来越多的角色&lt;br /&gt;我是你什么人 如果不是情人 是不是不要再浪费我的人生&lt;br /&gt;你比我更清楚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你对我多好 多温柔 多认真 不构成爱我的资格&lt;br /&gt;除非你只看着我 想着我 只有我 爱本来就该独一无二&lt;br /&gt;为你伤心多一点 少一点 流下的眼泪都一样不值得&lt;br /&gt;世界上那么多人 只有我 一个人 能拯救自己的快乐&lt;br /&gt;不要再为你哭了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111159934848199121?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111159934848199121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111159934848199121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Let's think it over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You have been my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I never planned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Growing old without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Shadows bleeding through the light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Where the love once shined so bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Came without a reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Don't let go on us tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love's not always black and white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haven't I always loved you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But when I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're almost here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I know that's not enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And when I'm with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm close to tears '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;cause your only almost here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I would change the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I had a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh won't you let me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Treat me like a child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Throw your arms around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh please protect me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bruised and battered by your words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dazed and shattered how it hurts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't I always loved you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But when I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're almost here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well I never knew how far behind i'd left you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And when I hold you your almost here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well I'm sorry that I took our love for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And now I'm with you I'm close to tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;'cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I know I'm almost here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Only almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111150827345889422?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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hehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1st stop,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;palawan beach.&lt;/span&gt; 1st thing me and sp notice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;tanned good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; lookin guys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hehe. well, that's what we go sentosa 4. haha. nah. we went to hav a good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sun tan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;after about 1/2 hr of playing beach ball, we dun hav a choice but to run to the sea and soak our feet cz the sand is just too hot. also took alot of photos from beginning of the journey to sentosa till we go hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;its the 1st time i saw shuping wearing a binkin. damn she's real fair. haha. i stand beside her it seems as if i'm a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;malay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i was in the water while she and liwei lie on the beach sun tanning. they no longer dare to go near the water as they nearly drown in the sea when they tried to swim to a floating thingy which is far from the shore. my frenz and i tried to pull them back. however, they panicked so much tt they didnt heard us tellin them to hold our shoulder. they&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;grab our shoulder and pushed us down. gosh! in the end, 4 of us were under the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;haha. luckily, my fren and i struggle to swim up and pull them to the shore. guess they will not swim again for the next few months. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;after a bath, we went to pick some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saga seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; somwhere. i cant sae tt place out, its a sercet. haha! o well. i tink liwei had picked over a 100. she keeps on searching for more even when we all had decided its time to go, her eyes are still on the ground. hmm, tt's our liwei. had dinner at harbourfront shopping mall and took lots of photo on shuping camera. i'll post some when she had passed it to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;h&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;d &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; gr&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;th&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111108355143342623?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111108355143342623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111108355143342623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm fooling myself, thinking that you'll always be there. calls, sms, so what? at the end of the day, i'll still be telling ppl, we're just frenz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;but. i guess the only way to happiness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;is to keep on fooling myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111082259219074190?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111082259219074190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;在你的身後 時間把過去都帶走&lt;br /&gt;時間把鏡頭帶走不假思索 回憶不放手&lt;br /&gt;好想再跟妳牽著手 牽著妳給我的溫柔&lt;br /&gt;哭過以後眼淚還是不停的流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111065038031325318?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111065038031325318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111065038031325318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111065038031325318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111065038031325318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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ite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*sign* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yesterdae went to celebrate &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jasmine &lt;/span&gt;aka &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lao gao&lt;/span&gt; birthday. we go singing world at bishan den go take neo prints. after tt go chomp chomp at seragoon. we ate sooo much! all seafood and veg. sotong, xiao bai cai, gong gong, sting ray and not fogetting my fav, la la! hehe! shuping and jasmine oso treat us satay. eat until so damn full! den we took cab to k pool. i didnt plae pool these daes. duno y. my skills has already &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;rust &lt;/span&gt;to its limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i tried to plae today wit liwei and&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i lost&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; and somemore loser punch. haha. but nvm la. b4 k pool, lirong and me went to bishan delifrance. talked alot bout her workplace. she keep telling me there's alot of cute guys there. haha. hey! i'm nt despo k? and ppl dun ask her out tml. i've asked her to acc me to her workplace to see the guys. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*opps*&lt;/span&gt; haha! nah. i dun wana see the guys, i wana see the guy she likes. haha. wonder hw he look like. see if her taste is same as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;这不算什么, 只是为什么眼泪会流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也不懂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111064919301962273?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111012306961801261</id><published>2005-03-07T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T07:34:33.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Obsession-Frankie J f/ Baby Bash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;heard ah ni, the guy who works at k pool had been shacked becz he plae dai dee in k pool which is not allow. part of the reasons is us. we all actually liked him much as he's veri easy going, likes to joke and kinda cute. haha. he has this 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vampire tooth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that makes him looks like 19+ but i know he's older then that. veri shock when i heard that. yesterdae went k pool and it feels so not at hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; i really miss the old k pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i rmb last time when i step into k pool, i'll always see ah ni sitting at the counter. there are also always a sight of wei long, desmond, micheal, chu ping and their frenz who always hang around the counter or the pool tables near there, never did they fail to go k pool. the 1st thing i do is to look around for tony before i go and find if there's any empty 8-feet tables. the song is always what we liked as ah ni has great taste for songs. and also not forgetting the cute smile he gave when we step in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;now, i step into k pool and is greeted by so many&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;unfamiliar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;faces.&lt;/span&gt; turn towards the counter and 2 uncle in their thirties and fifties looking back. scan around k pool, a lil sign came into my head straight away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"who are they? where are the usual guys? why are there so many ah bengs around here? &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;is this k pool?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sign*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;never did i knew i'll feel this way. i always take things for granted. i can stil rmb we plae dai dee wit ah ni, wei long, jing yu and liwei. plae snake and ladder wit weishan and liwei. i love to hang around the 3 8-feet tables in front of the counter there. it feels so like hm. i bet my frenz wil agree wit that. we go ther so often that is like my &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;'lao de fang'&lt;/span&gt;. every fri and sat wil go ther. sometimes even weekdaes. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now, it sux&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; wilfred told mi even micheal had to eat his food beside pool tables instead of sitting at the counter. he oso sae that dae when ah ni is shacked, hanlin and some guys smoked in k pool. wilfred and andrew is screaming at the top of their voices. but, no one came to stop them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;now, amk k pool has become orchard k pool as the uncle workin there are formerly from orchard k pool. ppl sitting at the counter are no 1 i knew. this k pool is no longer the k pool we used to had so much fun or a place to relax. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;now, is just amk k pool, just another place to plae pool.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&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/7703044-111012306961801261?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111012306961801261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111012306961801261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111012306961801261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111012306961801261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/03/obsession-frankie-j-f-baby-bash-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111004800270742670</id><published>2005-03-06T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T10:40:02.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bruised and battered by your words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dazed and shattered how it hurts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Haven't I always loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-111004800270742670?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/111004800270742670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=111004800270742670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111004800270742670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/111004800270742670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/03/bruised-and-battered-by-your-words.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-111004755338947488</id><published>2005-03-06T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T07:50:08.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;tears fall again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;its stills hurts so much. you've walked into my life and left footprints so deep, i cant wash it away. my heart. aches. so much. you're so near. so very near. but yet, so far. it felt so unreal. you are like a stranger. what had happened to the past we shared? did it just vanish? at this moment, my dreams had end. now, all i can do now is seeing you standing beside me. and treating me as if i'm invisible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe now, i no longer exist in your world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-7703044.post-110995656529272444</id><published>2005-03-05T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T08:02:24.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You and I Both-Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Remedy (I Won't Worry)-Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jason Mraz rocks! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i hate trips to NTUC, especially with frenz or alone, cz it is very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;$expensive$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; i did my grocery shopping today. that's veri unusual huh? hehe. i had nothing to do and was hungry but the coffeeshop food sux. so sick and tried of the same food, even the fried or bbq stalls which is usually my fav. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(i'm a food junker!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;when i reach there, i immediately smell food, o my love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;the sushi counter, bread, grilled chicken, fruits, veg and of cz, the stinky seafood. i grab a basket and set off to my food hunt. i wouldnt go into details of my shopping trip as it will bored you, so let me tell you some stuffs i brought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;pasta and pasta sauce. the pasta is the same brand as the pasta use in Pasta Maina. delicious~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;honey tomato, sweet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;whipcream,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;great combaintion.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;orea cereal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mashmellow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yogart &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;healthyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; apple chips,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;like potato chips but is made from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apple.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;seaweed,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;that kind which comes in big pieces to make sushi, not small pieces. the big pieces are more delicious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a ready-made&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;creme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;brulee,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;only need to add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; water&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; milk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;creme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;brulee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;is a dessert btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; justea peach,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; mango pudding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nana de coco.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;panda louts bun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; for breakfast and last but not least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; deep fried dumpings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;, another fav snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;well, i tink i've gone a lil too far. not so much of the 'some' things i've brought ya? but actually that is not important anyway. haha. i bet no one had read that paragraph. nah, no one ask you to read, its for my own references. *bleah!* tml sat, duno where to go. slack at hm again? maybe go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;swimming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sun tanning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;hehe. k pool? kinda sick of there. same old faces, same old tables and chairs, the smell of smoke at the toliet and the big screen outside k pool, which is k box. any new places of suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7703044.post-110986199451099475</id><published>2005-03-01T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T07:59:55.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i had the best dream of my life. hehe!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;it made my night, and my day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i cant stop thinkin bout tt dream, its just so magical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*sign*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i really wish it was real, i really wish it had really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;happened. but its just a dream, a sweet sweet dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;what a pleasant night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=]&lt;/strong&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/7703044-110986199451099475?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110986199451099475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110986199451099475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110986199451099475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110986199451099475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-had-best-dream-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110942291579917567</id><published>2005-02-26T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T05:06:04.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;been a lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yesterdae. hehe. brought some salmon and yong dao fu home. ppl from shop and save for lookin at me like 'she's just a kid, y is she buyin such stuffs hm.' (well, i'm wearing my school U tt time) hey! i aint a kid. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you may now be seeing a future famous chef&lt;/span&gt; k? haha! so i cooked tom yam soup wit all the yong dao fu and cabbage. i oso steam the salmon wit slice tomato, salt and some salted plum. o my, my blog had become some recipe webby. haha. anyway, it tasted so good. mayb is because i cooked them. haha! nothing taste as good as food that you've made yourself, even if it is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;bread and peanut putter&lt;/span&gt;. =]&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; i even saved some for my dad. well, he's a betta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;chef&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;den me of cz, so it tasted normal for him, but he did praise me too. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;today, a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;b&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ul s&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; begins wit an early morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or so i think cz i was sleepin but i heard the rain hitting on my windows. but stayed hm all dae. my dad was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; so i acc him. didnt get to chat wit him for awhile. ate my breakfast and went to slep den woke up to see my dad vomit at the basin. shocked me! but after he went to slep, he was ready to have some fun. i was at my com playing some games and when he saw mi playin, he wanted to plae too. he sae he like those war and planes or ships, those battle kinda games but i couldnt find and his com was so damn slow. he end up lookin for the games himself. hehe. now, he's playin a casino game, those jackpot and stuff. haha. he's so engross althought it is just a game. o well, mayb it is a good way to spend a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lazy sat nite.&lt;/span&gt; hehe.&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/7703044-110942291579917567?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110926253396543149</id><published>2005-02-25T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T08:29:58.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110926253396543149?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110926253396543149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110926253396543149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110926253396543149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110926253396543149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/02/body-ache.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110915395128683836</id><published>2005-02-24T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T08:27:03.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mocking Bird-Eminem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;this is the 2nd time of my 5 years in school that i'm going for the cross country run. hehe. last time lazy but this is my last yr so must be spontaneous in everything. well, i woke up 5 in the morning to run for 1/2 an hour to get ready for the cross country. it felt so good to be sweating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i like sports, i just hate long runs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; haha. so met up wit frenz and took a cab there as we are late but we when we reach, the sec1 haven reach yet cz the skool bus is delayed. so we waited for 1 1/2 hour and finally they arrive, so did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;jacky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we wait again for the lower sec girls and boys to do their warm up and for the competitors to run 1st b4 the non-competitors can run and it took another 1 hour. den we finally did out warm up and waited for the competitors to run 1st den we run. so sick. waste time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;it was not that tiring actually. we ran the forest which is so fun cz there are down slopes. i oso took my mp3 along. hehe. it took just a few secs to run 1 km wit all the down slopes and mp3. but nevertheless, there are up slopes and its so tiring. outta breath. until we reach the highway, it was hot hot hot! but i can have a sun tan too. hehe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;den &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;came up behind me. my, is he &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! he's running wit his small bagpack. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i was laughing my whole way back to the check point.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i over took him. hehe. it wasnt such a long run actually. i was prepared to have a longer run. then we had the prize presentation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(jacky got 10th place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; and when home. after that when swimming and now here, slacking. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what a wonderful day&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110915395128683836?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110915395128683836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110915395128683836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110915395128683836'/><link 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something so bad&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;br /&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever, have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;br /&gt;Been in love so bad&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything to make them understand&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone steal your heart away&lt;br /&gt;You'd give anything to make them feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have you ever found the one&lt;br /&gt;You've dreamed of all of your life&lt;br /&gt;You'd do just anything to look into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to&lt;br /&gt;Only to find that one won't give their heart to you&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever closed your eyes and&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed that they were there&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do is wait for the day when they will care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What do I gotta do to get you in my arms baby&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta say to get to your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand how I need you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get you into my world'&lt;br /&gt;Cuz baby I can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110906266285835705?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110906266285835705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110906266285835705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;usual boring school day. actually, not quite tt boring. saw tt sec3 guy, which is common becz he's the same skool as me. and saw a sec4 gal &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; him!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sick to the stomach&lt;/span&gt;. didnt tok for the whole of recess. my friends were like 'dun go near her, she'll blow anytime!' o well, i did get over it, i have to btw, he's juz another 'guy' and outta reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;after skool had &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sex talk.&lt;/span&gt; it did &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;brighten&lt;/span&gt; up my day alot as the lecturers were realli easy going and fun loving. that's what i meant by 'a talk that actually talks to you'. other talks i've in my life, i do have alot of them, all students does, are old boring, A is for Apple that kinda talks. well, for this, they realli engage all students to participate, allll. and we had so much fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;the best part for todae's lesson, there is a cute 20 yrs old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;guy in our klass with us. well, Kenneth wit his stupid ideas again told me to go &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'global'&lt;/span&gt;, as in, to stead wit ppl all around the world. well, he said in chinese and we all tot he duno den guess wad, he studied in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt; for 2 years. no wonder he can pronounce my name so well. well, luckily he didnt mind. but after tt Junwei, another arsh ask him what's his age and told me tt, he's just older den u 3 years, can de can de. den Junwei turns around and told Robert "she's 17 this years, can consider ya?" ARSH! but he's cute. hehe. i mean Robert! not tt arsh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okie, now i can use this to 4get bout tt sec3 guy's matters. still, tt sec4 gal is sick. despo. end here. ciaos. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110900574978457271?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110900574978457271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110900574978457271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;想用一杯Latte把你灌醉 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;好让你能多爱我一点 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;暗恋的滋味 你不懂这种感觉 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;早有人陪的你永远不会 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;看见你和他在我面前 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;证明我的爱只是愚昧 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;你不懂我的 那些憔悴 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;是你永远不曾过的体会 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;为你付出那种伤心你永远不了解 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;我又何苦勉强自己爱上你的一切 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;你又狠狠逼退 我的防备 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;静静关上门来默数我的泪 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;明知道让你离开他的世界不可能会 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;我还傻傻等到奇迹出现的那一天 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;直到那一天 你会发现 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;真正爱你的人独自守着伤悲 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;曾经我以为我自己会后悔 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;不想爱的太多痴心绝对 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;为你落第一滴泪 为你做任何改变 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;也唤不回你对我的坚决&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-heart ache is more true then happiness-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110900240886679372?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110900240886679372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110900240886679372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110900240886679372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110900240886679372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/02/latte-heart-ache-is-more-true-then.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110848817525817303</id><published>2005-02-15T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:22:55.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/1162/640/wher&amp;#39;s%20my%20the%20other%20half.4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/1162/320/wher&amp;#39;s%20my%20the%20other%20half.4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110848817525817303?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110848817525817303/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/1162/640/w.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/1162/320/w.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;missing last year's valentine's day. so... who will be taking over my place to spend this year's valentine's day with you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110848772893807450?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110848772893807450/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; be my valentine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110848621440573327?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110848621440573327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110848621440573327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;may everyone enjoy your chinese new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i wish everyone happiness and joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love ya =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110812070571133384?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110753678390471062</id><published>2005-02-05T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T23:53:25.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;beyond-hai guo tian kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;keep seeing things today. at 1st was shouzhong, den it was yuan cun. *sign* miss them. cbss onli left 1 handsome guy. all my frenz, liwei, weishan, yumei and jasmine lim has something to do wit jacky. liwei and weishan has asked jacky's height, yumei talk to him today bout band and jasmine help mi take his photo but he saw us taking it. *opps* i tink he know all of us except me and is actually mi whu wan to know him. haha. damn, he's really cute. too bad he's sec3. haha. nah. juz a fren. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;today have chinese test. Miss Bai's klass and our klass combine. i never tot the express klass students are so funi. they tok more cock den us. but i jus dun like the way they keep teasing our chi teacher, Mr Teng. horrible ppl. but of cz not all. some are veri funi. keep cracking stupid jokes and made the klass go upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; even though is a test. we even check dictornary and ask the teacher hw to spell the words. he shocked us by telling us some of the amswers. hehe. the 1st 1/2 of the paper is open book den 2nd 1/2 is close book but we still ask him and he oso tell us. some of the express ppl start saying he's cute but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he dun like us say he'c cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (althought he reali is. mayb he's Mr Gan's bro. both oso so cute). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he wan us to say he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;handsome and gentleman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cant take him. hehe. okie, adiosss ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110753678390471062?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110753678390471062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110753678390471062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110753678390471062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110753678390471062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/02/beyond-hai-guo-tian-kong-keep-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110710226757727627</id><published>2005-01-31T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T01:39:11.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because i'm a girl-KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;6 days that i didnt write my blog. so damn busy. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;mon-eng remedial, wed-maths remedial, thurs-bio remedial, fri-chi test.&lt;/span&gt; everyday like that stay back can die. i'm trying to squeeze all my energy to cope wit O level life. is realli a 'all work no play' life. maybe not on the weekends. fri plae pool. sat went library and pool and today went central eat and buy clothes. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;at k pool talk alot to jing yu and andrew. mostly tok to jing yu bout &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'adidas cap, tony'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'teh-see-meng, desmond'&lt;/span&gt; haha. at nite jing yu sms me a question that i've tried to avoid answering for a long long time. my answer to her is still duno. i'm just wearing a mask all day long, trying to act as happy as i can be when i am with ppl. when i'm alone, is a totally different story. i dont know how long am i going to wear this mask. i've been wearing it for 3 years now. i just cant smile truly from my soul. maybe i've to wear it for the rest of my life. who knows? if the day comes that i cant take it anymore and fall, who will be there to catch me? i hope it will be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110710226757727627?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110710226757727627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110710226757727627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110710226757727627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110710226757727627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/01/because-im-girl-kiss-6-days-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110650042659684385</id><published>2005-01-24T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T08:49:36.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;今天， 我们分手了，希望我能够幸福， 能够找到比你更好的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你也像其他的男人一样， 忘了说过的一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说实话， 我不希望你能够幸福，我担心你能找到比我更漂亮的女孩子，幸福的过日子， 那你就会真的把我忘记的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是那么的难过， 心如刀绞， 我想我爱你爱的太深了，不要利用可以为了爱不惜一切的女人的善良的本性， 生为一个女人， 被人爱是如此的难。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我在骂你， 但我心里是那么的想你，因为，把爱视为全部的我——是女&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;adapt from the song: Because I'm a Girl by KISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've finally understood what you mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110650042659684385?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110650042659684385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110650042659684385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110650042659684385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110650042659684385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/01/adapt-from-song-because-im-girl-by.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110641300151836317</id><published>2005-01-23T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T08:51:53.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;true - ryan crabrera (again. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sun burn!! ouch!! sore throat!! *cant speak* fever!! *faint*&lt;br /&gt;so... what's next? *sign*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;have to blame myself. everydae go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;sun tanning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;until like tt. the whole day didnt speak until night time when i meet up with my friends den keep shouting and screaming. i'm no longer that quiet girl who is always the target of all bullies (althought i never get bully b4). hehe. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now my face and lips are like burning hot&lt;/span&gt;. i always need to use ice to cool off my face and lips. even my lips got sun burn. is like i'm wearing lip gloss cause is red and shiny. i dont know why the hell is shiny but. well. it is. and it hurts! my throat also hurts. just pain in the throat. i dont even feel like talking. now i hope i was mute. and yesterday's steamboat and bbq got it worst then ever. but i must admit is so &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;deeeeliiiiiciooooousssss~!!&lt;/span&gt; haha. den whole body also very hot. is getting hot in here. i dont know how i am going to sleep later. *sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today play pool at amk k pool. wilfred say want to get tony's no. for me but he didnt come today. is also good actually cause he'll surely scream and shout all over the place saying that i want his no. but wilfred told me a bad news. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tony has a gf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. *sign*&lt;/span&gt; o well. he's not the only good looking dude in this world. haha. i asked his friend who is his gf and they thought i wanna 1 on 1 with her. i'm not so childish k? and i dont fight for guys. is the most stupid thing a girl can do. guess have to find a new target. hehe. joking. i'm not a despo. guys are just ECA in my life. ECA ah, not CCA. Extra Curricular Activity. haha. i dont give a damn to guys, they are not a need, they are just a want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ciao gente, devo andare ottengo un certo sonno ora =]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(bye people, i must get some sleep now =])&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110641300151836317?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110641300151836317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110641300151836317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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in the morning. why? because jacky is the one pulling it of course. haha. no wonder morning always never saw him in his class. he's the one pulling the damn spore flag. haha. why is the flag raising only a few mintues? should had made it longer. but i also cant see him. he is blocked by the stage. haiyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;today at canteen saw jaclyn keep flirting with guys. and 1 of the guys is jacky. keep beating and touching jacky den plae plae slap him. see liao oso sian. whole day at canteen very sian. jasmine lim keep telling me wher is jacky and stuff but i cant be bother with it le. no mood at all. is this a sign? nah. cant be. just my imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tml going to yumei's bdae party at maria south. goin eat steamboat. cant wait. thinking for the food makes me drool. hehe. tml morning go swimmin again den go meet up with them. wow. is gonna a blast. okie. goin to get some sleep le. adios. and happy hari raya. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110624713575738160?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110624713575738160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110624713575738160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110624713575738160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110624713575738160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/01/1st-time-in-my-sec-school-of-5-years.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110617403250638826</id><published>2005-01-20T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T08:54:15.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm the biggest fool of all times! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3 years been fooled by the same person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3 damn long years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;thinking he has finally change for god's sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;how naive i can be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;now. for the 3rd year he've did this, i'm finally awake.&lt;br /&gt;how the hell did i hold on so long? how the hell did i end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;why am i so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of you trying to fool me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but sorry dude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you gonna leave.&lt;br /&gt;dont even think i'll give you a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;dont even think i'll turn back and glance at you.&lt;br /&gt;because i simply wouldnt.&lt;br /&gt;because i've finally seen through you.&lt;br /&gt;i've seen the pits in life a person could do.&lt;br /&gt;and 1/2 of it has done by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me you remember everything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not moved by any of them.&lt;br /&gt;because i remember more then you do.&lt;br /&gt;not just the good.&lt;br /&gt;but the bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us wrap up this once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becuase my blood type is B+, not A-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'm just not the kind of girl you're looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110617403250638826?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110617403250638826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110617403250638826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110617403250638826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110617403250638826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-biggest-fool-of-all-times-3-years.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110606218404181357</id><published>2005-01-18T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T08:56:36.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm feeling so depress today and i dont know why. is it because of tt phone call? or because i'm over reacting? maybe i'm just too sensitive to stuffs like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;today saw jacky again! he passed by me and canteen. i dont want to act like i'm so damn into him so i wouldnt talk much bout him but again, he's a real cutie. cutie cutie cutie. =] =*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i think that's about it. all i'm doing the whole day is looking for jacky and staring at him like nobody's business. *opps* is very sad to remember that he's a sec3 because i'm kinda intersted in him. but of course, there is always an unsoken rule of no sister and brother relationship in my life. to me, is a big NONO. i dont know why i'm stil stuck with the olden days and i dont know how to change it. *sign* i'm nt faye wong and he's not nicolas tse. i'm not the pretty but he's that handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;after school went home, did my hw and went to play pool. have to brush up my skills before a game with jing yu this sat. i think i've improve alot after the 'going-in-and-out-of-k-pool-for-5-times-in-1-day' on 31th dec. sometimes my aiming is super lousy but sometimes, i shoot and strangely the ball went it. wow~! i'm impress by myself. hehe. but no no, cannot be like this. i'll still train myself. must beat her. hehe. today played with shuping, hanlin and weishan. won ws and hl but lost to sp. hanlin lei~! that pool and billard expert. hehe. sze heng oso want to challenge me. must get ready le, cannot lose to guys. i oso want to challenge wilfred, but i think i'm dreaming. he 1 shot and shoot 5 balls in but i only can shoot 2 the most. how am i suppose to win with this big big gap in between? but i'll try, yea i will.b4 wilfred i would want to challenge andrew. he's darn good too. very stress when playing with him. hehe. okie. lazy to type anymore. going play games. chaos peepz. =]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110606218404181357?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110597841934418422</id><published>2005-01-18T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T09:00:02.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;true-ryan cabrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on, i going to try to write my blog in standard english as i want to improve my english. hehe. of course, i say i'll try only. no choice, o level english standards are so high. last year's Normal exam was quite diffcult and this year's Ordinary exam will be worst.&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; i wonder why is it call Normal and Ordinary? if i took both the test, am i normal or ordinary? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;today was the &lt;strong&gt;worst day of the beginning of the year&lt;/strong&gt;. i dont know why all my stuffs had gone &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;m i s s i n g. &lt;/span&gt;1 file and 1 geo excerise book. seems small stuff? think again. this is the 1st time i've ever worte my words soooo neat in an exercise book. i've never care how i wrote my words cz i always tink tt when i gradute i will still throw away all my books so what for waste time writing it so neat but i dont know why i wrote so neat in my geo book and yet! some ass! and i mean an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn bloody ass stole it away!&lt;/span&gt; lucky mr chan haven teach finally 1 chapter or i got to copy everything again and if so, i will really kill the person who took it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my file! my big blue file wit roxy and spongbob stuffs on it! where the hell had it gone to? did it evaporated? my 7 maths worksheet, eng chi art paper, some roxy and fresh imp brochures, my memories and my timetable!!! argh! damn pissed! is only a file! a big blue roxy file! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;why the hell do anyone want to steal it? is not as if it was made of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;gold!&lt;/span&gt; cant you just tell me you want to copy my maths worksheet? not as i wouldnt let you copy. i dont care at all. you copy you fail your problem. what for take my entire file? save the trouble? save your ass man! if i found out who did it, i'll make sure she breathe her last. now i dont know how to tell mr gan what happen to my worksheet. 7 damn ass stupid worksheets! how the hell am i suppose to do them all again?! i spend the whole day at home doing and now &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*poof*&lt;/span&gt; gone with the wind. i'll figure it out who it is. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you just wait bitch&lt;/span&gt;! i'm sure is a gal who did it. my class's guys are too timid to touch anyone's stuffs. all either sleep or talk crap in class. damn! pissed!!! argh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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go wher le so we juz go in plae lo. after tt saw him meet up wit shunrong they all. haiyo. dump us aside ah? den meet up jinyu oso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi and yumei watch them plae billard until beri sian den i go open a table and plae wit yumei. and i win! hehe. den plae wit jing yu for 2 rounds and each win 1 round. den liwei and andrew came so mi and liwei plae 2 rounds oso each win 1 round. liwei wil lose cz she go hit the black ball in. haha. blur sia. den plae wit jing yu 2 more time. each won once den close table le. plae so many rounds hanlin they all stil dun wanna close their table sia. we wait bout 1/2 hr b4 they close their table den we go s11 tok tok. oso meet up wit shuping. she go cut her till i cant recognize her sia. i tot she was a japanese. haha! beri cute lei her hairstyle. realli shock to see tt hairstyle but looks good on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt lichuan they all came down den we tok at s11. i didnt actually tok cz gt headache. again!!! argh. feel like dying. after hanlin and shunrong they all go le, we eat at s11 den go under block plae cards but i cannot take it den go hm 1st. but who knows. i go they all oso go, like i'm their entertainment. w/o me beri sian ah? haha! kns. w/o mi is betta. den go hm lichuan called but he tok 1/2 way he go tok to his fren on the fone and left mi to rot by the fone. wat's worst, he hung up on mi. okie.. after bath saw 2 missed col and 1 sms ask mi col back but tok abit den go slep le. head stil pain like hell sia. but nw okie le.&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; juz nw go swimmin den it rain. wa lau. but when i went hm the sun comes out again. wad the hell.&lt;/span&gt; argh. but nvm la. go hm do homework lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got alot to do ah. hate the teachers keep giving tons of them. goin to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; suffocate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; every week have 2 test and 2 remedial. weekdaes packed, weekends must enjoy den time oso packed. the onli free time i hav left to breath is when i'm slepping. if 1 dae didnt come skool sure cant catch up at all! they're goin so fast. and oso wil get 2 daes detention. wad is skool? skool is hell! sucky students and some sucky teachers like miss loh! keep askin us to drop sci and curse us to fail. wad the fcuk! if ur teaching wasnt so horrible we all would hav pass wil damn good grade! blame us? blame urself! argh. okie la. go finish my hw le. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*stress*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chaos peepz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110586375482116685?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110586375482116685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;21 question - 50cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o my. after so many years in skool how come i didnt notice this cute guy from my skool. onli last yr in skool den notice him. he's so cute! saw him a few days ago at canteen den i discover his name is jacky. i tot cbss yandao all die le. but now... hehe! jus that 1 thing, he's a sec3. *sign sign sign*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;he's those tan tan guys. real cute. damn handsome chap. pretty eyes the last time i've ever saw a cute guy is some1 from mayflower. i saw him in k pool and my... and i tink jacky looks abit like him. cute and cool. tanned. beach boi cum hiphop tt kind. doesnt overdress and veri sporty. if he's tall, he's be cbss most handsome lad of 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;he's oso a green hse, same as me. and todae i pass by him and i was like *woo* man, 1st time i ever love the green hse meeting. this was oso the 1st time i saw him smiled and looked at him in such a close distance. hehe. he's the most gd lookin guy i've saw in cbss. hehe. but tml i'll b goin k pool to see the mayflower guy whu is oso as cute as jacky but older den me. hehe =p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;tink i'm crazy tokin like tis? nah. i'm nt so obese wit guys la&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;i onli tink he's cute. nothing else. fullstop. the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; okie. adios. store energy, tml need to go swim! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110572505535174207?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110572505535174207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110572505535174207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110572505535174207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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head*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today hav bio remedial. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i love it man!&lt;/span&gt; we got to use the mircoscope and its so skool. i've nv saw small stuff in such big size b4! haha. and i took loads for photo of it. my klassmates are like "duh. wad are you doin?" haha! but i juz love it. i did wad my techer ask mi to and i pluck my hair and put under it. a toothpick, my finger and stuff. haha! i tink i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml having chi test and my chi teacher told us onli todae. wad?! expect us to learn 1/2 a yr's book in 1 nite?! but no choice. for 5hrs i've been staring at the same damn blue book and going ' &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stress!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i've used up all my energy and my concentration is losing. and at 1am, i finally lost it. and i stil left the last 3 pages to study. *sign* but whu cares! i've enough! i'm oso losing concentration here. i keep typing the wrong stuffs to the wrong frenz. hai. okie. gtg slep. took flu pills and kinda &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dizzy&lt;/span&gt; now. adios. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110563896692125615?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110563896692125615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110563896692125615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110563896692125615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110563896692125615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2005/01/rain-on-me-ashanti-2nd-week-in-skool.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110502865102144887</id><published>2005-01-07T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T08:24:11.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The loneliness - Babyface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Im sitting here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thinking bout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;How im gon-na do without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You around in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and how am II gon' get by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I ain't got no days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just lonely nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You want the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well girl im not alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Feel out of place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and out of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think im gonna lose my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So tell me how you feel (im lonely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Are you for real (so lonely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you still think of me (i think of you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Baby still (are you lonely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you dream of me at night (like i dream of you all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So let me tell you how it feels (its like everyday i die)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wish i was dreaming but its real (when i open up my eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let me tell you how it feels (and don't see your pretty face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think that i will never love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I miss your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I miss your kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I even miss the arguments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;That we would have from time to time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I miss you standing by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm dying here its clear to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;There ain't no you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;God knows there ain't no me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't wanna live, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wanna die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I cant have you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So tell me how you feel (im lonely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Are you for real (so lonely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you still think of me (i think of you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Baby still (are you lonely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you dream of me at night (like i dream of you all the time, so lonely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh let me tell you how it feels (its like everyday i die)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wish i was dreaming but its real (when i open up my eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let me tell you how it feels (and don't see your pretty face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think that I will never love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-what a beautiful song. when i read the lyrics at my fren's blog i was amaze by the lyrics and juz plainly by the lyrics, it tells so much. when i heard the song, it had become 1 of my all time fav because it connects with me and i bet it does for many others. enjoy this song.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110502865102144887?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' 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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-7703044.post-110476089836392591</id><published>2005-01-03T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T23:59:32.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st day of school&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. 1st thing i do this morning is walk to 465 to meet liwei, weishan and yumei. den went skool meet up jas lim and jayme. every1 so guai, dye back hair. hehe. den saw miss shereen lee. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt; o well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;well, my klass room at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;4th floor&lt;/span&gt;, so sian. tis yr in sec &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;5B&lt;/span&gt;. 4B and 4C combine. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;miss angela lee&lt;/span&gt; is our form teacher. she beri cute sia hehe. keep sayin stories and jokes. den gt a new chi teacher. mr ding. more funi and cute den gan (mr gan). he was our n level chi oral invigilator. he tok for 1 period den when bell rings he was so shocked den he keep askin "so wad do i do now? wher do i go? stay in klass or go office?" hahaha. we keep laughing at him. hehe. our chi student had spilt into 4 klasses. some wit 5A or 4E1 or 4E2. mrs kwok our cme teacher. cme do nothing 1. den gt new head of HOD P.E to replace Mr Niar. his name is Mr Yip. nerd but looked kinda nice. =] wear the pants until chest there, you know those old villager from kampong tt kind. hope he's as gd as our dearest Mr Niar. i know he will be. i hav confidence in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now. the principal. woo. i stil haven gt her name rite. hmm. super strict.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"jiang hua dai ci"&lt;/span&gt; means the words she saes will hurt ppl. oso &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"hua zhong dai hua"&lt;/span&gt; means the words she sae has another meaning in it. tis morning col the sec4 repeat students and saes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"n level is a veri simple exam. even wit the most least knowledge can get u pass n level. if you didnt pass n level means u haven been focusing for the whole yr of sec4. you consider yourself lucky to get repeated. most pupils who fail dun come back to sec skool, they go ite. if you wanna stay you must work extra hard and i'll be watching you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i hate the word "least knowledge". but now, i tink strict is good. we can finally learn in a betta environment, glad to hav her around. and she always petrol around the skool. tt's gd but i cant use hp. and cant sleep. mayb the last yr in skool is nt the best yr and most memorable 1 after all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the best yr of my sec skool life had passed 3 yrs ago&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*let out a sign*&lt;/span&gt; juz pray for my o level can get gd result so can go the poly i wan to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7703044.post-110460298618640248</id><published>2005-01-02T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T09:29:14.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;harder to breath-maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;todae a longgggg blog. btw,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2005~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;woo~! slep whole dae today. yesterdae stay overnite outside ma. hehe. 1st mi, yumei liwei and andrew went k pool. den meet vesper go eat at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pasta maina&lt;/span&gt; (gt discount ma, hehe) den meet yanhao and wilfred den... play pool again. sian. they plae billard den mi and yumei plae pool. oso saw benedict they all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;after few hrs go down makan den meet up wit shuping, weishan and hanlin den guess wad?! &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLAE POOL AGAIN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; argh~! they went plae billard den again, the gals went to plae pool. wilfred face beri black tt time cz sp came. hai. den didnt joke wit him like i did in the noon, scare he scold mi. haha. den i plae pool didnt pay. bo bian. i left 10cents wit mi onli. but onli plae 2 times lo. after tt every1 went down eat again. i took my $ tt i was goin buy bag to eat lei. see, so poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;den meet up jing yu, liwei and andrew den we stuck outside 7-eleven for 1/2 hr tinkin wher to go. den another 1/2 hr sitting at blk 700 smoking while tinkin wher to go. haha. den hanlin gt gastric pain so we brought drinks and stuff to help him feel betta but stil the same lei. =[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;den 2 police car came. police comfirm wanna catch ppl for the yr 2005 and we'll be their 1st catch. gt 11 of us and 9 are underage smokers lo. wa lao. liwei sae she cannot kana caught so she faster leave, of cz andrew followed. den we saw tt stupid police car stopped den we all stood up and walk away. but the polices walked another way. heng~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jing yu gave a suggestion tt since we duno wher to go den we go k pool lo. wad?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4th times lei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nvm lo, oso no wher to go. so we went ther den plae AGAIN lo. the guys plae billard again of cz! den the gals... do i hav to sae again! we open 2 pool table den 1 table vesper andrew liwei and jing yu, another 1 weishan shuping. but mi and yumei oso gt plae. den plae plae plae till 11+ and k pool goin to close le so we faster close our table den stand outside k pool like idoits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we watch the ppl frm k box came out holding those crazy ribbons and counting down den we stood near the lift in case ppl spray at us but lucky didnt. haha. den went under block tok tok. hanlin sick den vomit but after awhile okie le den like an ass keep tokin non stop. sp and liwei went hm so we wait for andrew and hanlin go bring them hm and come back. den tt botak wilfred keep tokin cock. sae mi 'cat face' and stuff. argh. tok alot la. they came back and we went vesper hse stay overnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i caught a&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; flu&lt;/span&gt; den when we in his hse i had spread it to every1. and i oso kana hanlin's gastric pain. is a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pain in the middle of the ribcage&lt;/span&gt; lo. damn pain. den &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;feel like vomiting&lt;/span&gt;. i brought a packet of milk and went to heat it up in vesper's hse. mi sick stil sit on floor sia. den hanlin went to sit on the bed and i sit on chair. den i tired so went slep on bed (weishan oso on the bed ah) but kana disturb by tt wilfred. den gt &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sore eyes&lt;/span&gt;. wa kao. sick until like tt. i went toliet to wash my eyes and when i came out yanhao took my place! what the hell! so no choice sit on floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den tt botak wilfred keep ask mi go slep wit him. siao 1. he keep askin while disturbin vesper slep den vesper cant take it so he ask mi go sit beside him. no way man. i went up the bed as yanhao go smoke at window den another idoit come disturb mi. andrew! &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2 person ji siao mi until i kicked andrew, slapped wilfred's hand and hit andrew's head.&lt;/span&gt; i tink i hit abit hurt. can see he's in pain. orbi la! ji siao mi. sick until cannot take it den went hm early. walk hm lei. frm blk 205 to my hse. den yanhao sae he wanna send mi hm. okie lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i walked hm 1/2 blind as i didnt wear my contact as i'm having sore eyes. den have flu den stil veri pain in the middle of my rib cages. walk hm early morning and so damn cold. i tot i was dying. haha. but i stil manage to get hm and slep until 4pm. hehe. den eat and slep again till 8+ den went eat wit my parents and grandma. my grandma is stil as cute as b4. hehe. like tt lo. finally end this damn damn long blog. i hate staying overnite. always wil sick de. duno y. sian. okie. goin tok to polar le. keep disturbin mi. adios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yunzhi out~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*gIvInG yOu a sUpEr xTrA sQuEeZy sQuIsHy nUzZlE sNuGgLe hUgGlE kNoCk-yOu-dOwN bLoW-yOu-oVeR sMoOcHy sLoPpY hUgZ* *aNd kIsSeS tOo oF cOuRsE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 2005 NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110460298618640248?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' 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'bluff'. den i keep bluffing so kana alot of cards. yumei too honest le la. cannot plae wit her de. she put wad card den is wad card de. i keep putting 4 jack, den put another 4 jack, den put 4 queens den another 4 queens. no 1 dare to open it, scare kana cz the amount of cards is almost like 1/2 a deck le. finally liwei won by bluffing the most den mi 2nd. so i sae &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ppl whu are honest never win. haha. no la. kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt liwei went hm. mi and yumei and lirong go under block smoke. of cz lirong dun smoke. den i tok bout mi and yh. hai. actually goin drink wit my boss den he didnt col mi back. nt steady 1. haha. den went hm. nw having a headache. hell! feel like vomiting. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*let out a sign*&lt;/span&gt; tml 31th dec lei. den no plans. duno go where lei. plae pool? ktv? steamboat? orchard? or juz go tag along wit junshen? hmm. see hw la. sucky xmas den try to hav a great new yr. but my parents ask mi dun go celebrate. ask mi hav some thought for the ppl died in the big wave, i duno wad isit col, in phuket and all those countries. we are lucky spore nv kana or nw i wun b typing this liao. already dead and my body had rot. hai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*10 sec of slience* *let out a sign* may they b blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110442546613019939?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110442546613019939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110442546613019939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110442546613019939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110442546613019939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2004/12/numbencore-linkin-park-f-jay-z-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110425410391857741</id><published>2004-12-29T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T09:09:47.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;check it out - beastie boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;today went to watch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kung Fu Hustle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wit junshen(polar), liwei and andrew at cine. wa! damn funi show! laugh and laugh. hahaha! but not funi till laugh until cry tt kind lei. den no story line de. too bad no story line if nt wil b funi and great. den go bugis find bag and cap 4 liwei and andrew but oso nv found 1.after tt went to a toy store den liwei and andrew keep play on this story book tt gt music de. me and polar go play 'playdo' eh. duno hw spell. veri fun. so long nv plae tt de. play le den always kana stuck on nails. miss the dough smell. haha. i go smell den all childhood memories had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;flashback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;yanhao came to bugis to find us. den we went to eat. he oso no tok to mi. he like veri angry wit mi. hai. den mi and polar keep tokin bout &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MGS3.(Metal Gear Soild 3)&lt;/span&gt; 'speak' 'just do it' 'you bustrad' hahahaha! kool man! i'm loving it. den polar go hm so left mi liwei andrew and yanhao den yumei came down too. smoke a little. talk a little but the weather is &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sooo damnnn coldddd&lt;/span&gt;, cant take it. finally went hm. i sms yanhao if he stil treat mi as fren den he sae stil like me. hai. den few hrs lata he sae wanna patch. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*sign*&lt;/span&gt; troubles dun tok here. so skip tis part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so nw i'm here online keep tinkin bout tt movie &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kung Fu Hustle&lt;/span&gt;. damn funiii. haha. i love stephen chow. always hav funi movies. tis time the effects are abit over but stil beri funi. haha hmm. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8 1/2 outta 10&lt;/span&gt;. hehe. but doesnt leave much memory in my head. nw onli can rmb 1/2 of the funi parts. okie. adios. go slep liao.&lt;/span&gt; =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110425410391857741?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110425410391857741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110425410391857741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110425410391857741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;※&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;蔡依林&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;※&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;倒帶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;※&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;我受夠了等待你所謂的安排　&lt;br /&gt;說的未來到底多久才來&lt;br /&gt;總是要來不及才知道我可愛　&lt;br /&gt;我想依賴而你卻都不在&lt;br /&gt;應該開心的地 你給的全是空白&lt;br /&gt;一個人假日發呆 找不到人陪我看海&lt;br /&gt;我在幸福的門外 卻一直都進不來&lt;br /&gt;你累積給的傷害 我是真的很難釋懷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;終於看開愛回不來 而你總是太晚明白&lt;br /&gt;最後才把話說開 哭著求我留下來&lt;br /&gt;終於看開愛回不來 我們面前太多阻礙&lt;br /&gt;你的手卻放不開 寧願沒出息求我別離開&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你總是要我乖慢慢計劃將來&lt;br /&gt;我的眼淚卻一直掉下來&lt;br /&gt;過去怎麼交代你該給的信賴&lt;br /&gt;被你親手緩緩推入懸崖從&lt;br /&gt;從我臉上的蒼白 看到記憶慢下來&lt;br /&gt;過去甜蜜在倒帶 只是感覺已經不在&lt;br /&gt;而我對你的期待 被你一次次摔壞&lt;br /&gt;已經碎成太多塊 要怎麼拼湊跟重來 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110406832790921726?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110406832790921726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110406832790921726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110406832790921726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110406832790921726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2004/12/right-click-on-ur-mouse-and-change.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110406382366549339</id><published>2004-12-26T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T04:23:43.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Archer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bright Side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Optimistic and freedom-loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jovial and good-humored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Honest and straightforward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Intellectual and philosophical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Straightforward in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seldom betraying any trust given to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Dark Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Blindly optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Careless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Irresponsible and superficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tactless and restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rebellious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Impatience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110406382366549339?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/110406382366549339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=110406382366549339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110406382366549339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/110406382366549339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2004/12/sagittarius-archer-bright-side.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110390998262225929</id><published>2004-12-25T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T09:34:18.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lin jun jie - jiang nan (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHIRSTMAS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;see, told you. spending xmas alone, or wit my parents. hai. frenz at k pool playin but mi hm online. wanted to go play pool de but nt feelin well so went hm le. terrible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;headache.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;nw okie le lei. took panadol. oso in a bad mood. hai. sian., yesterdae tok wit andrew online sae alot of things. alot alot of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;things. sae until tears fell, but nt cry la. i oso duno hw to sae. i only know this yr is the worst xmas ever!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xmas eve great&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xmas sux!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tml goin have dinner wit family, hope will b betta den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;juz nw when to eat steamboat wit wilfred, vesper, andrew, liwei, yumei. gt weishan and her stead but quarrel becz of wher to sit den his stead angry, he walk away. haiyo. no comments. den we continue eat lo. tt wilfred duno y todae so many things to sae. i saw cat walkin so i feed it den he keep saying when i eating i look like the cat. den start callin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cat face.&lt;/span&gt; i take veg eat den he'l sae 'eh, cat eat veg 1 ah' took crabstick eat he'll sae 'eh, cat eat crabstick 1 ah.' i full liao den nt eating he'l sae 'eh, cat face full liao ah. so fast.' andrew and vesper compeition see whu eat more prawns. i juz took 1 prawn to eat den wilfred sae 'vesper winning le. tt cat face oso wan fight ah. lose 1 la.eat so slow.' peng! noisy. come out from army den tok so much. like army no ppl to tok to. shuping nt around den he start ji siao siao mi. haha. but had alot of fun scolding and beatin tt 1 legger man. haha. walk so slow. cant jump cant squat. haiyo. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;den go wilfred hse slack. slack and slack den go meet valarie (duno hw to spell). she came back frm malaysia. den oso meet junwei, jing yu, lina and hanlin. but soon lina, junwei and val went hm den we tok and slack until yanhao and his fren came. they wanna go k pool den my headache came back again. eating steamboat already gt headache liao. sian. so went hm 1st. actually wanted go k pool but suddenly moody, whole person veri moody, duno y. so went hm. den nw here tokin to jasmine lim online. and... veri sad. so i dun wanna continue le.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;! i hate tis yr's xmas.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; =..[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110390998262225929?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-110370850874092784</id><published>2004-12-22T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:41:48.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jiang nan - lin jun jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally update my blog and tt sucky blogskin. haha. thx to junshen, he found a veri beautiful blogskin. xie xie ah! this month didnt get to post so i'll juz round off the whole month instead. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a bf. we were great at 1st but now, i dun know bout it. i know i've treated him coldly these daes but. hai. i duno wad has got into mi. lets nt tok bout tis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gt my n level result. and i... passed!!! wow!!! shocking!!! i didnt tot i will pass. when mr tan show us the list of whu had fail, i comfirm i will see my name but. i didnt! i passed! haha! hw great can tis b?! i gt up to sec5. i've already plan to fail. i oso tot of which ite is betta for mi but i didnt know i'll go up to sec5. den i keep sayin if i fail, i'll miss cbss soo much. but nw, i've to go back ther again. duno isit gd or bad. all the jokers had left. hai! is gonna b soo boringgg in my klass. no fun at all. but tis yr gonna study. no chioce lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas is coming. duno wad to do. maybe stay at home. dun wish to spend wit any1. loney xmas. duno y oso. dun wanna spend wit my bf or any1. mayb wit parents go eat but.. haha. duno.  tis yr nt hapi at all. alot of sad things happened. 2005 is coming. i hope i can hav a wonderful yr ahead. studies will be great. family will be great. health will be great. frenz will be great. and not forgetting, love will be great. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-110370850874092784?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-109984991556928829</id><published>2004-11-08T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T09:51:55.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae weishan's bdae lei~! haha. but i stil gt work. didnt bath the dog den ran off liao. haha. lucky boss nv scold. veri hapi todae becz.. hehe. onli jayme know tis. anyway, reach ther at 6+. treat my frenz some food cz i gt my pay ma. i nt so 'niao' 1. haha. reach ther eat steamboat. duno y this time her steamboat nt tt nice lei. weishan hse de steamboat always the best 1. todae nt realli lei. eat finish den plae pool. den brought a little cake for jas and adam(yumei and jayme's cousin). celebrate their belated bdae. den again go back eat steamboat. haha. i nv eat ah. scare liao. den mi and shuping go chit chat. lata yumei join us. den after eat finish every1 starts to gamble again. haha. our fav. i gt win money lei. hehe. a little onli la. about 1.30 ba. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part is when weishan bf they all left den we go under blk say ghost stories. haha. damn creepy lo. tt vesper ah. the story teller. he damn funi man. our 'kai xing guo'. den he short short and gt alot of facial expression 1. haha. he most funi 1 la he. den sae cock things bout cbss. bout an hour lata, the wind starts to blow den veri cold so we when upstairs to say more stories. upstair is more of gossip lo. tok bout skool ppl, adam's "relationship" and stuff. haha. gt tt vesper our time flies man. haha. he should b our sista too la. hahaha! i see adam so guai guai, he oso another kns 1 la. tok alot of shit. like vesper like tt. shitty man. haha. all the cocky things onli they 2 sae. den weishan is the pervert 1. den slowly every1 tired liao den slepp awhile den wake up tok again den slep. haha. wait for 1st bus. mi, jayme and weishan gt work, adam gt lion dance den others all slack. wa lau! work. shitty work! but gt veri gd laughs ther. gt shitty man vesper and shitty man adam, whu can ask for more. haha. finally i laughed frm my heart becz i've finally gt over him. is all over. is the end. is our final goodbye. but i wun 4get the way u loved mi. =] and of cz, the way u treated mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little light note for my 'da jie da/body guard'. dun go spread around bout wad i wrote in my blog if nt i'll be force to change my blog address. serious lei. thx. =] *sistaz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109984991556928829?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109984991556928829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Someday-Nickleback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i got my 1st pay todae!!! =] so hapi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; $240!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;wow! i soooooo long never hold such 'thick' amount of notes le. woo~! the feeling is so gd! somemore is i earn myself de. wa! eric(my boss) ask mi if i'll take 4 $50 notes or the $10 notes. $10 notes will spend easier. den he ask mi choose. i choose the $10 note cz is feels like i gt more money. hehehe. so hapi! but all this money is HARD EARN MONEY K! veri hard ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 wed go 1 sentosa trip wit 2 dogs, a Labrador Retriever and a Golden Retriever puppy. wa! tt 1 single trip i kana 16 scars!!! 16 lei!!! gt 1 beri deep 1, nw stil gt blue black. lucky others is alrite le. sob sob. cannot wear short skirt le. hw?! anyway, i go 6 daes a week. oso no time go shopping. sian. nt onli 16 lo. other working daes oso kana alot of scars. haha. but i'm glad he let mi hav the job. so tml i'll be cleaning up poo again. haha. wad to do? thinkin of hw to spend my $240. woo~! gonna tink hard. adios peepz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109958862044940803?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109958862044940803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=109958862044940803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109958862044940803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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each dae. everyday gt diff things to eat. he drive around to buy stuffs for mi to eat. todae ask mi wad kinda noddles i like to eat. i sae tom yam. den he sae wanna buy again. hahaha~! wow. so gd. he oso gt smoke de. den he buy cigarette oso buy stuffs to eat. deliver stuffs to customer oso ask wat i wana eat. no matter wat oso wanna buy food. wa. cannot la. wil fat de. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oso ask mi if i wana go sentosa. after work wanna go makan wit his gf. haiyo. so friendly. hehe. i tink we work together for 5 daes le we tok alot bout food. i stil rmb wat he brought when i 1st dae working. he didnt brought anything. haha. cz i too paisei to ask him to buy den i keep sayin i nt hungry. haha. den 2nd dae he buy burger king. hehe. somemore new favour de. the salmon 1. den he eat yoshinoya. den oso buy nasi lamak den he cook campbell soup. oso brought b4 laksa and also tibits. todae eat mixed rice. gt chicken wing and long beans. den oso share milk tea. he sae he cannot finish. den brought those little kids de biscuits den oso share. he veri afriad to share saliva de. last time share burger king de coke den i use the straw tt he use to drink b4. i anything de lo. den he open the lid up den he drink frm the cup. haha. he scare lata his gf angry ah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaterdae gt tis super gd lookin guy wit his family came to look at a puppy. is a shin zhu. DAMN CUTE!!! his sis super... ee... so act cute. keep begging his dad to buy. so cute so cute. wa lau! the gd lookin guy is the 2nd bro. den i keep lookin at tt 2nd bro. hehe. he's cute lo. he oso know hw to plae pool. see. i'm nt in love wit my boss k. haha. the family didnt came back lei. so sad. haha. hope they faster come back. todae gt a uncle brought a jask russell hm. he brought frm the farm. super cute lo. den we brought the jack russell de bro to plae. the bro is already in our shop. the sis 1 keep sleppin den the bro keep biting her. juz plae bite. cute la. haha. the uncle look fierce but he veri kind de. he realli loves dogs. he care 4 the puppies so much lo. keep askin mi keep an eye of the puppies while he go toliet or go smoke. haha. so nice. glad tt puppies found a new hm. =] okie. chaos peepz. a new day tml. start by cleaning the poo of the doggies. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109881259671884089?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109881259671884089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=109881259671884089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109881259671884089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109881259671884089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2004/10/eminem-without-me-sing-for-moment-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-109846740012365182</id><published>2004-10-23T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T10:50:00.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd dae of tarining at Pet Stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA!!! i tot eric was juz sae sae onli. but is reali tough job. is dirty, is smelly and i'm sweating inside air con room. imagine tt! the toughest is of cz cleaning the doggies poo. 1/2 of ur body is inside tt stinky cage so you can clean the whole cage. and is so damn smelly lo. i feel like dying inside. den the puppy room is oso aircon. 7 puppies which shited on the whole tray. 7!!! aircon room!!! living hell!! haha! nt tt bad la. but to see the puppies in clean cages i'm veri hapi. hehe.  gt 1 col bullet, 1 col girl, 1 col U U(cz tis puppy bark always is "EWW EWW" haha), 1 col ki ki, 1 col 3 spot den 2 more forget the name le. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i oso learn hw to groom the animals. muhahaha!! training oso can learn gromming. but onli know hw to trim nails, cut the paws de hair, pluck ear hair(dirty job), clean ears, bath and dry. wow. simple? tink again. todae i met a tough 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis shin zhu dun like ppl touch its legs. damn diff lei he! i took 45 mins to cut his nails!!! the 1 b4 is a beagle, took onli 10 mins. this shin zhu keep struggle lo. realli pei che! wa lau! i do until i wanna die ah. cut nails oso stress. i end up tokin to chocolate. haha. dun tell the customer. den cut paws de hair oso struggle. den wash the ear oso struggle. onli bath he nv shake. tt's realli gd! if nt my shirt will be damn wet cz he's veri veri hairy! gt a real hard time trying to bath him cz hairy. den dry him he oso wanna struggle. but onli when i use the blow dryer to dry his head. wa!! tough 1 man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning gt 1 jack rassuel (duno hw to spell) came and is like snowing in the store. drop fur everywher. and lucky i nv help to cut nails. tt 1 worst. imagine! but i bath it. and it bite mi! *sign* haha. nvm la. everydae oso gt new gifts frm the doggies. more and more scratches. wow! but see the doggies hapi and clean and smell nice, i feel so gd. see tt stupid shin zhu after bath so fuffy and smell so nice, onli 1 sentence can say "everything is worth it" =] den prepare food, mop floor, refill drinking bottles, everything is gd lo. juz tt the 'serve the customers' part still have get use to it. stil dun dare tok. *sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz nw eric sms mi. shock ah! den tok bout bgr stuff. wa. personal sia. den he sae i stil shy. hai! i know i know. but oso duno wat to do. frm young until nw dun like tok to stranger. i'll alwyas diao them. haha. aiya. wat to do. anyway, eric is stil hot as b4 but gt gf. haha. nvm nvm. todae gt 2 new SUPER cute puppies. tt jack rassuel is as small as ur hand and veri CUTE! i tink the lunch bowl is bigger den him. he gt to step inside the bowl to eat. hahaha. cute thing. den another is shin zhu. *faint* too cute! but it doesnt eat. is nt a gd sign. gonna take note of him. okie. adios. gonna slep. damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109846740012365182?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109846740012365182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=109846740012365182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109846740012365182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109846740012365182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2004/10/2nd-dae-of-tarining-at-pet-stop-wa-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-109829244529537787</id><published>2004-10-21T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T10:16:50.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eminem-Just Lose It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC CALLED!!!! SOOOOO HAPPI!!! hehe!!!! he ask mi tml, thursday 12pm go meet him den he drive mi there.. muahhahahaah!!! so hapi!!! but is onli a training for 2 weeks den he see if i can cope wit it not. if cannot den i cannot work lo. so the pay of the training days are $20 per dae. hmm.. nt bad? haha. den he sae i veri quiet den dun dare tok to customer. ya lo. i agree. *sign* realli dun dare lei. i oso tink i nt gd enough for the job. dun dare tok to customer hw to work? ask mi clean poo all dae long i stil dun mind lo but ask mi tok to stranger veri veri friendly... hai... forget it. den his shop is those friendly friendly shop de lo. he treat every1 like frenz de. den... mi??? hai... i cant even eye contact lo...! realli wanna work ther but becz of the customers... hai... veri excitied lei. tml can see eric and chocolate again. den he need to see hw i cope wit customers. ahhhh... *nervous* i dun like ppl look at when i do things de lo. duno y. veri scare!!! WISH ME LUCK!!!!!! pray 4 mi plz??? hope i dun make mistakes again! hope i wun be tt nervous! hope i can suddenly be veri sociable den work wit the customers veri well den i can become veri friendly and tok to customers like they r my frenz like tt! *hai* *sign* *nervous* even i gt the job, i dun feel hapi. if let mi clean poo onli, i dun mind. but... *sign* wish myself luck!!! wish myself luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109829244529537787?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109829244529537787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=109829244529537787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ah!!! say until i laugh until i cry!!! hahaha!! jas la! she say her house last time toliet the shit pipe leak so 'shit water' den veri smelly. den jayme sae if rice veri plain can add some 'soya sauce'. meaning the 'shit water' den i ask wat if the pipe brust. den you step into the toliet den wonder y is all brown colour. hahaha. i duno wat's so funi bout it but i laugh until cry. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den night time shuping came and we oso tok cock. i switch sim card wit jas den my sim card in her fone. so sp came and ask mi y jas fone gt funni sms den she point to the fone and ask mi whose fone isit. the wallpaper is andrew's photo so i sae is andrew fone. haha. i tot she askin whu is the person ma. den she told mi she was pointin to the "Starhub" word at the top of the screen. haha. i saw the wallpaper den i keep tinking is andrew's fone. hahaha. get it? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den lata we see the sms. jas saved andrew's sms in her phone memory so even if my sim card inside, ther wil stil b andrew's sms so sp sae i steal jas's bf. siao eh! den we took andrew's fone den we saw he take photo of himself. he realli look like kun da frm Energy!!! wow!!! but in real veri diff. haha. den we keep ji siao siao andrew. sae the photo of his dad look like kun da. hahaha!!! cute la he!!! another crappy guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz now sms eric if i can get tt job den he sae he'll comfirm wit mi tis week. woo~! realli hope to see him and chocolate again. i abit scare oso. cz need to serve customer. i veri anti social de ma. he ask mi to be friendly to all customer den they'll come back again. i agree wit him but... i anti social de lei. i cant help it ma. =..[ try for years still the same. o well.. wat to do. work 6 daes a week frm 12pm-10pm and the pay is 1000-1200. and best of all, work wit eric and animals (actually onli dogs. i didnt saw cats or anythings else). o.. and eric gt gf le!! he always send her gf to work. her workplace is opp my block. i now look down oso can see her stall. is another pet shop in amk de. go ther b4 but forgot hw she look like. must go see again. haha. okie. adios. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109820727366735794?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109820727366735794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=109820727366735794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109820727366735794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109820727366735794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109820494479094629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2004/10/chocolate-erics-doggie.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-109794204802826136</id><published>2004-10-16T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T10:03:56.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frankee-fuck you right back (eamon - fuck it girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to a pet shop for interview... WOW~! i got some many things to say. hahaha! okie. 1 by 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, mi and weishan went there and got lost. he told mi to reach ther at 12pm but i reach at 1.30pm. hehe. he onli told mi to go down check out how to clean the shit. btw, i went to the pet shop for interview. okie. so i was late and i'm sooooo afriad that he'll scold mi. but whu knows??? he didnt. i went into the shop and ask a guy in green tee "erm. is Eric in?" he was like, "i'm Eric" and smiled. muhahah.. so nice. and his smile was so kind, i totally forgot i was late. hahaha. den he remind mi that i'm abit late cz his staffs had already clean up the shit. haha. he's so nice. he dun col his worker 'workers', he col them 'staffs' and he juz likes to col them 'staffs' and he dun treat them like workers. he juz let them rest of look at the dogs or juz pet the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he took mi around the store and see how is like. ther's a aircon room wit bout 10 cages and 11 puppies. and THEY ARE SOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE!!!!! ahhh!!! 1 of the dogs had the same character as me. ws go tap on the glass but it didnt care. it juz eat den slep. hahah! like mi, heck care everything. muahahhaa!!! den he brought mi to the back wher ther is a kitchen. they perpare the dog food ther. den he went out to check the stock while mi and ws inside the store and play wit the puppies. muhahahaa!!! had sooo much funnn!!! hahaha. play for like 20mins den the boss came back so he told mi the opening hours and wad i should do here and he starts tokin to the dogs. haha. cute~! "halo wiskey! *pats the head* good boy! o.. you wanna play wit chocolate ah?" hahaha!!! man i like this boss. i hope he was my boss. meaning i hope i'll be working there. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den he asked mi wher i stay. well, i stayed opp the block of his 2nd pet shop at amk. hehe~ den he gif a *peng* face den like wanna fall on the floor. hahahah~! juz like my frenz. =] den he sae that like tt he can fetch mi to work and home so i dun need take bus of take cab down. hehe. *blush* he tml come fetch mi to seragoon there again to see hw they clean the shit. hahaha! den i go around the shop and look den told him i go off 1st. o man~! he's so friendly lo. nt like tt cold storege guy whu treat us like invisible human. argh~! and... he's sooooo cute~! haha. a cute and friendly boss, whu doesnt want tt job???!!! i tink he's in his 20s. hope he dun hav a gf. muhahaha. nah. kiddin. i dun care anyway. i wan tt job wher i get paid for being around wit my soul, the animals. hehe. =] and of cz such a cute boss. kool job~! anyone jealous?? ^_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt go find jing yu they all find job. go handfone job but is too cramp and ther is already so many workers. wad for she wanna hire more? so we went off to far east to search for the shop which elaine worked b4 for ONE dae. *lame* jing yu hope tt ther's still place cz she like to work in these kinda shops. and so lucky~! she gt it~! haha. she happi until siao but ther's so much rules but oso lots of benefits. must be hardworking, will immediately get bonus. must be sweet talker. if work hard new year may get bonus. if work 1 yr get 7 days off and $100. and alot la. i dun like tt boss so i dun care oso. haha. my 'future' boss eric is sooo much betta. hehe. =]&lt;br /&gt;okie, lazy to type le. adios. wish mi luck that eric can be my future boss.. hehe. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109794204802826136?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109794204802826136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=109794204802826136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109794204802826136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109794204802826136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2004/10/frankee-fuck-you-right-back-eamon-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-109794858742536697</id><published>2004-10-15T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T09:06:57.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a du lan night~! you, yes you, the guy whu said wanna reply a col yet didnt do so. u made mi wait 2 1/2 hrs! i'll rmb that! 2 1/2 hrs! stil gt the cheek to sae you're alseep. dun need excuse, juz sae you dun wanna tok to mi. i'm damn fine wit that! so next time, dun disturb mi again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109794858742536697?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109794858742536697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=109794858742536697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109794858742536697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109794858742536697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2004/10/du-lan-night-you-yes-you-guy-whu-said.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-109777813357744681</id><published>2004-10-15T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:04:59.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Liang Jing Ru- Ru Guo Yong Yi Tian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.. todae go cold storege find job. the boss treat us like invisible 1. give us the form to fill up. like onli trying to entertian us lo. den interview oso ask some lady whu isnt in charge to interview us. dun wan us den Say la! realli wanna walk outta the store but cannot lei. stil gt weishan they all. see, working must see ppl face. i hate workin. but they high rank. they give us $. no choice. *ren*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt plae pool~! woo~! i love it... i last time stil sae pool sux. haha!!! stupid mi!!! realli fun lo. addicted le la, die die~! haha. den todae i gt win again! 2 times! hehehe. once nt counted la. cz weishan shot in black ball. haha. den second time is i win jayme. hehe. they sae i improve le. hehehe. sho hapi~! but actually stil kinda lousy lo. but i onli play 4 times lei in my life. so cannot blame. hehe. love pool love pool~! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. choas peepz~! rmb to watch resident evil and go plae pool. hahaha... lame -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109777813357744681?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109777813357744681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=109777813357744681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109777813357744681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109777813357744681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2004/10/liang-jing-ru-ru-guo-yong-yi-tian-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-109751530903469759</id><published>2004-10-12T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:21:49.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twista-Overnight celebrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like goin chiong lei!!! haha!!! i listen to tis song den i realli wan go zouk. haha. my frenz sae after weishan's bdae den go sparks. huh... sparks ah... alot of beng and is techno lei... so sian!!! but i underage lei. sian sian. i need to dress muture and act like 18 den can go in but i scare they check my IC lei. haha. i wan go zouk!!! heard  is 1/2 techno 1/2 rnb hiphop. i wan go the rnb hiphop section. haha. mi nv go that kinda place b4 la so i dun wat's col. sian... y i so young!!! argh!!! cant smoke, cant go zouk, cant play pool, cant watch nc 16, cant watch m18!!! wat is tis??!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae play pool at Singapore Shopping Center. haha. like i fake out tis name 1 rite? haha. realli gt tis shopping center. haha. wat a stupid name. den go ther plae. mi onli plae once in my 15 yrs of my life lei. so paisei. ther gt alot of adults lei. lata i throw face. but whu knows? i nearly won shuping lei!!! the last black ball den mi and her cant get in that ball. after alot alot alot of attempts den sp got that stupid black ball in!!! argh!!! last ball lei!!! haha. nvm nvm. i oso gt do a foxy. muhahaha!!! i so proud of myself. haha. i oso duno y... haha!! mi 2nd time plae pool onli k? hapi is normal. den second round yumei play 1/2 way let mi plae den i WON!!! yea~ yumei onli score3 den the rest i shoot den score de! hahaha!!! so hapi!!! i won lei!!! hehe... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae nite time keep sms-ing jayme till 3+am. wa... tok alot ah. mi last time no time tink bout relationship and stuff. now veri veri free le. muhahaha. i now finally dumped my n level to 1 side and start to do serious tinking. i hope i was still stuck wit my studies cz i hate doin serious thinkin. argh! make my head blow. gt alot of things cannot sae here lei. realli wanna let go all my stress and everything and juz shit the hell out but too many ppl know tis add le. hehe. nvm nvm. after tokin to her i still duno wad to do. haha. wat the hell. another new day starts but stil stuck wit the same problem. kinda hate myself. haha. okie. end here la. keep typing den i will type out my sercets le. hehe. chaos peepz. tc of urself ah~ =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109751530903469759?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109751530903469759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=109751530903469759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109751530903469759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109751530903469759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2004/10/twista-overnight-celebrity-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-109742821578532077</id><published>2004-10-10T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:05:17.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fat joe and terror squad-lend back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the second of holidays and i feel like dying. i tink i can everydae come online and add a blog. hahaha. i feel like goin skool lei. hai. haha. last time i envy ppl who dun need to do anything. nw i envy ppl who have to study. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday when to yumei's grandma hse. nite time wan watch movie but i meet her too early den go her grandma hse lo cz is her grandma's bdae. so so so many ppl. 20+ lei. wa!!! scary. when ther wit chai ping and yumei. go inside ther every1 stare at me. hahaha. i whole dae keep stickin to yumei. their family members oso quite gd lo. they didnt realli tok to mi but they ask mi wan eat ma or drink ma. hehe. so kind. den i sit wit chaiping den tok alot. haha. she ask mi y i will like lichuan last time. haha. tinkin back it is kinda stupid. she stil ask mi if i like lc when i stead wit him. haha. funi ah. den tok bout last yr 5a things. haha. finally got to catch up wit her. haha. i wanted to do tt long time alot. she's a realli fun going gal. can tok alot ah. haha. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after jayme, yumei and her cousin, adam, wan go smoke under block den i join lo. after tt yumei ask mi wan cut hair den okie lo. duno y tt adam also come along. wad's worst, he sae i dai dai de cz i duno wher gt store tt sell drinks. wad??!!! dai dai??!!! i'll rmb 4 life!!! he stil tot he tok quite soft den i nv hear. siao eh! mi dun live in yishun of cz i duno ma. but i nt so petty la. i forgive u for karen's sake eh. haha. cut a beri werid hairstyle. those style style spike spiek that kind lo. still long behind. if kinda werid. maybe i'm nt use to it. den go back ther play mahjong and makan den go j8 meet my frenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reach ther go inside and watch movie. veri disgusting ah that show!!! btw, is resident evil. haha. is nc16. my 18yrs old fren go in stil kana check ic. haha. lucky i walk fast so nv check. haha. that show gt naked women wit damn big breast. haha. like fake 1 lo. i love that alice!!! her moves are damn nice!!! wa!!! i'm her fan le!!! she pro man!! the way she kill the dead ppl. wa~! *clap clap* haha!!! gt alot of details. you must check out urself wor! go catch the movie! IS GREAT!!! 8 1/2 outta 10!!! haha. gd gd gd!!! den after go play pool. they stil wan sing ktv ah. wa. but i dun wan den they all 'ying chou' mi. abit paisei lei. den i need to go hm den 5 person send mi home. haha. i veri honored ah. hehe! 4 18yrs old and 1 16 yrs old. 2 guys and 3 gals. wa~! so gd~! wad a fun dae. so nice to catch up wit chai ping and stef and my other frenz. hehe. okie. adios peepz. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109742821578532077?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109742821578532077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=109742821578532077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109742821578532077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703044/posts/default/109742821578532077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/2004/10/fat-joe-and-terror-squad-lend-back.html' title=''/><author><name>I LOVE SUNDAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-109725590101918742</id><published>2004-10-08T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:09:47.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY~!!! my n level is finish!!! i'm outta the prison!!! i feel like a free bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 veri veri veri and i must sae again, VERI stress paper, i finally finish and get outta ther!!! art quite alrite lo. i stress that for 2 weeks fianlly finish it. den maths... hai. i didnt read insructions den alot of questions wrong. hai. i hope i can do well for maths. i realli love maths and mr gan's lesson. he rocks man!!! i cant imagine life without him. haha! too bad he's married. he realli made me turn from a "maths make my mad" to a "i cannot life w/o maths" gal. althought ther are tough question and i haven to do like a million times b4 i gt the rite ans, is fun. is totally great when u finally figure the correct ans. i owe my life to mr gan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went hm and fall sick. haiyo!!! having terrible flu till nw which is 1.05am. 7 hrs striaght. den came online tok to frenz.&lt;br /&gt;hai. i realli duno wat happened to some of my frenz last time..&lt;br /&gt;some of them had turned totally strangers to me. from someone whu is funny, joker, caring, helpful to someone who is flirt, sweet toks to all gals, lies, breaks promises. from someone who is quiet, shy, considerate, timid to someone who is flirt, sweet toks to gals, lies, cheats, backstab, concern only about his looks cz can attracts gals.&lt;br /&gt;*sign* now, i really duno who they are. they are not who i used to know, who i used to respected, who i used to think they are my friends. they didnt change much outside but inside... i realli duno what to sae. they feel like strangers to me. how i hope they are what i use to know, how i hope they can change back to who they really are. i can live w/o them but i dun wan to, cz they are stil my frenz. tell them in the end kana scolding. *sign*&lt;br /&gt;"everyone is changing and i dont feel the same"&lt;br /&gt;so odd, so different, so unfamilar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ending here. see, mood down again. adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109725590101918742?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703044.post-109664832191099795</id><published>2004-10-01T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T09:12:05.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yet again, you lied.&lt;br /&gt;yet again, you broke your promise.&lt;br /&gt;yet again, you hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;yet again, i trusted you.&lt;br /&gt;yet again, you betray my trust.&lt;br /&gt;yet again, you asked for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;yet again, i believed in you.&lt;br /&gt;but yet again, you shattered my heart into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it so hard to tell the truth?&lt;br /&gt;is it so hard to keep your promises?&lt;br /&gt;is it so fun to say sorry&lt;br /&gt;and that you have you say it everytime?&lt;br /&gt;but after every sorry, its back to square one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've hurt you&lt;br /&gt;i've say bad thing about you&lt;br /&gt;i've been such a bitch&lt;br /&gt;but i deeply apologise&lt;br /&gt;and i'm totally disappointed in myself&lt;br /&gt;and swear i'll never do that again&lt;br /&gt;you said you forgive me&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revenge is all you ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;is my fault and i know&lt;br /&gt;and you said you forgiven me&lt;br /&gt;now you take revange&lt;br /&gt;and played with my feelings&lt;br /&gt;and is so fun&lt;br /&gt;you ask your friends to join in&lt;br /&gt;is it a bit too much&lt;br /&gt;is it a bit too un-gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever though you've done that&lt;br /&gt;i still forgiven you&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why&lt;br /&gt;maybe for love&lt;br /&gt;maybe for like&lt;br /&gt;or maybe because i'm born to forgive you&lt;br /&gt;accept your fault&lt;br /&gt;and love who you are inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there are stories of you falling for another gal&lt;br /&gt;and i&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;i hope it wasnt true&lt;br /&gt;and i knew i was lying&lt;br /&gt;to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost&lt;br /&gt;so lost&lt;br /&gt;i cant find the right path to happiness&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost&lt;br /&gt;not because without you&lt;br /&gt;but because with you&lt;br /&gt;i cant read your mind&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really scare&lt;br /&gt;i'm afriad of what you say&lt;br /&gt;i'm afriad of you do&lt;br /&gt;and i'm afriad everything single thing about you&lt;br /&gt;because i'm afriad what you did to me&lt;br /&gt;are all lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this will be the end&lt;br /&gt;but i cant seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;like the way you do&lt;br /&gt;i may seem happy&lt;br /&gt;but deep down is a scar that can never&lt;br /&gt;ever&lt;br /&gt;be heal&lt;br /&gt;after you lied and left&lt;br /&gt;i cant smile&lt;br /&gt;from my heart&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;and tears are flowing&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;is hard to be in reality&lt;br /&gt;be in a world&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;but is more hard&lt;br /&gt;to be in a world&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've now both gone seperate way&lt;br /&gt;you left for happiness&lt;br /&gt;i stayed with my memories&lt;br /&gt;you search for your gal&lt;br /&gt;i search for your heart&lt;br /&gt;you want me to forget you&lt;br /&gt;i want you to be forever happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've grown up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109664832191099795?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109664832191099795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;It makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;br /&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever, have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;br /&gt;Been in love so bad&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything to make them understand&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone steal your heart away&lt;br /&gt;You'd give anything to make them feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found the one&lt;br /&gt;You've dreamed of all of your life&lt;br /&gt;You'd do just anything to look into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to&lt;br /&gt;Only to find that one won't give their heart to you&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever closed your eyes and&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed that they were there&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do is wait for the day when they will care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta do to get you in my arms baby&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta say to get to your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand how I need you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get you into my world&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz baby I can't sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703044-109656278388731429?l=peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutbutter-sandwich.blogspot.com/feeds/109656278388731429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7703044&amp;postID=109656278388731429' title='0 Comments'/><link 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