<?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-6875655</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:24:44.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e.love.ballad</title><subtitle type='html'>for the you ive known, ive learnt to cherish</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-112394853627658811</id><published>2005-08-13T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:55:36.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move, moving, moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;move, moving, moved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ppl! i've moved to: &lt;a href="http://resplendentkisses.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://resplendentkisses.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-112394853627658811?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/112394853627658811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/112394853627658811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/08/move-moving-moved.html' title='move, moving, moved'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-112390146627941314</id><published>2005-08-13T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T10:51:06.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snatcher</title><content type='html'>sometimes i really feel ure snatching them away.&lt;br /&gt;all of them.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gotten my chinese results. ok, it suck like hell.&lt;br /&gt;B3 with pass. &lt;br /&gt;like wthell?&lt;br /&gt;pass for oral?!&lt;br /&gt;even adriel can get merit can, no offense, but i thought i cld at least get better than adriel. no offense agn.&lt;br /&gt;if i got distinction. fuck. cld have gotten at least a A2. AT LEAST ok.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to study. but no mood to do so.&lt;br /&gt;whts happening to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-112390146627941314?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/112390146627941314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/112390146627941314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/08/snatcher.html' title='snatcher'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-112356302491401947</id><published>2005-08-09T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:52:39.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>accepted~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pheee-eeu-wweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooohoooo! i got accepted by quest :D&lt;br /&gt;WOOOWEE, YIPPEEE.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;but stupid yl wants me to blog so...&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'l blog bout one unfortunate event that happened to me ytd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd&lt;br /&gt;ym, yy, qazim, ans, jia lin, yl, faqeh and me went to marine parade library to study.&lt;br /&gt;with qazim, yy, jia lin and me to a table.&lt;br /&gt;the rest in random brownian motion. esp yl, who practically walk the whole library for fun or something.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, qazim kept teeasing yy about some random guy. then yy pretended to be angry.&lt;br /&gt;so idiotic qazim took MY container of fox sweets, peering inside to look for yy's fav sweet colour. so, super me wanted to see who got her fav colour out first.. so qazim n i kinda reached for the container at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;TADA, stupid qazim and his masculine strength overpowered mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my leftie index finger got cut.&lt;br /&gt;BRILLIANT.&lt;br /&gt;so yl accompanied me to the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;and yl the genius, got distracted by jialin's sudden appearance in the toilet and plastered the sticky part of the plaster to my cut.&lt;br /&gt;BRILLIANT huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so now, the cut is like black in colour. =/&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;my legs went all jelly whn the blood oozed out ytd in the library.&lt;br /&gt;scary.&lt;br /&gt;dont know how surgeons deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;weirdos, they are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-112356302491401947?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/112356302491401947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/112356302491401947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/08/accepted.html' title='accepted~'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-112229149667792551</id><published>2005-07-25T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T19:38:16.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rejected, dejected</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;REJECTED, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEJECTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;one day, i was thinking: hey! why not try out modelling. to live my life to the fullest and do whtever i've always wanted to try.&lt;br /&gt;SOOO... i wennt online, search for some modelling agencies.&lt;br /&gt;went across QUEST, SHINE, ELITE n MANNEQUIN.&lt;br /&gt;mannequin is like a freaking gd agency lah.&lt;br /&gt;so i doubt i've any chance.&lt;br /&gt;soo, next, i tried QUEST.&lt;br /&gt;i applied online, sent in photos..&lt;br /&gt;and they called me few mins later.&lt;br /&gt;i was HYSTERICAL can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i went for the interview today.. and SHUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubt ive any chance already lah.&lt;br /&gt;they say they'l call me.&lt;br /&gt;which i doubt they will do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO, here i am. being rejected and dejected.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'l try...&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-112229149667792551?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/112229149667792551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/112229149667792551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/07/rejected-dejected.html' title='rejected, dejected'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-112193255341361790</id><published>2005-07-21T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:02:06.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im not strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thinks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but im not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im really not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just read xw's and cg's blog entry bout their dad and mom respectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and both triggered my tearss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think everyone thought im strong, but im really not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so many times i felt like giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i felt like no one cares for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know im wrong but it just feel so lonely sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;being always alone at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i miss my mom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and now my granny is going too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why is life so unfair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why have they both stopped fighting agst cancer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i want my mom back.. i wanto hug her, to tell her how much i love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i dont rmb telling her that whn she was alive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i spent half my life without her by my side, and it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ppl complain bout how naggy their parents are, how they wish they cld have more freedom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but whts freedom to me when im all alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i dont want my granny to go as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she kept telling me she wants to give up, to join my mom in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but why cant she see that she shld fight agst it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why cant she see that i still need her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why cant she see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tht im not strong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why do ppl have to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;its so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-112193255341361790?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/112193255341361790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/112193255341361790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-not-strong.html' title='im not strong'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111889390939923921</id><published>2005-06-16T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T11:51:49.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely scribble...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;scribble..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now feel the urge to blog. to pour out my unjustified feelings about scribble..&lt;br /&gt;scribble died.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stop freaking crying.&lt;br /&gt;she's so damn young.. she's not even a yr..&lt;br /&gt;she has yet to be sterilized..&lt;br /&gt;she dont know anything.&lt;br /&gt;and she fucking jump out of the window..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind kept replaying it; i visualized her, falling out of the window..&lt;br /&gt;meowing out for help...calling out for us..wondering where we all were..&lt;br /&gt;she must have been really scared, really horrified..&lt;br /&gt;it all seem like a very very bad nightmare.. something unreal..something tht i'l soon wake up and sigh in relief..&lt;br /&gt;i want scribble..im already missing her..&lt;br /&gt;there are so many pictures of her in my phone.. and i jst kept looking at it..&lt;br /&gt;everything seems different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shld have closed the fucking window..i saw it open and i thought the cats wldnt possibly be tht stupid to jump out.&lt;br /&gt;i was the stupid one.&lt;br /&gt;i shld have closed it.. i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;but i freaking forgot to close it.&lt;br /&gt;i saw the curtains flying, in sync with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;i was on my way to close it..but i was watching tv..&lt;br /&gt;and i said to myself  &lt;em&gt;i'l close it during commercials..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i freakg forgot. i forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to replay everything tht happened ytd..&lt;br /&gt;i woke this morning and i wished everythng was jst a nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;and i made myself believe today was ytd..&lt;br /&gt;but i cldnt...wht's done was done.. i want scribble..&lt;br /&gt;i told chewy her baby's gone.. all her babies are gone..&lt;br /&gt;she jst stared at me..&lt;br /&gt;she dont seem to understand.. jst perhaps wondering why m i crying my eyes out..&lt;br /&gt;all i cld do was to hug chewwy, to try n make her understand.. but she jst looked at me n meowed..&lt;br /&gt;perhaps she understood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lost. its been so long since i last cried my heart out..&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to tell someone how i really felt.. but i cldnt find any..&lt;br /&gt;evryone seem so busy last night..&lt;br /&gt;jst whn i need my friends most.. they dont seem to be there..&lt;br /&gt;why must this fucking thing happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want scribble.. i want her back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111889390939923921?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111889390939923921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111889390939923921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/06/lovely-scribble.html' title='lovely scribble...'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111746008473397921</id><published>2005-05-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:34:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me ah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jitters gitters kitters titters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, whtever tht is..&lt;br /&gt;man, everytime i read ppl's blogs and whn they're saying to a particular someone smth, i'l have jitters and think it could be me. haha&lt;br /&gt;dont know why also..&lt;br /&gt;so like read alr feel freakg scared luh! like wht if its me?&lt;br /&gt;OHNO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had o's today.. damn sucks luh.&lt;br /&gt;think wont get A already.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;perhaps im still thinkg of u, idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111746008473397921?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111746008473397921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111746008473397921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-ah.html' title='me ah?'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111711238964209426</id><published>2005-05-26T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:59:49.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bow and a kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;till then, will we know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caaaant staaand it.&lt;br /&gt;caaaaaant freaking freaking staaaand it.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wnt to.. seriously, desperately wnt to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, its been a really sad week.&lt;br /&gt;no mood to blog. cheer me up someone pls..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111711238964209426?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111711238964209426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111711238964209426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/05/bow-and-kiss.html' title='a bow and a kiss'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111677285361045906</id><published>2005-05-22T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T22:40:53.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we belong together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;g  to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean it when i said i didnt love you so&lt;br /&gt;i shld have held on tight i nvr shldve let you go&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know nth i was stupid i was foolish&lt;br /&gt;i was lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;i cld not fathom tht i wld ever be without your love&lt;br /&gt;never imagined i'd be sitting here beside myself&lt;br /&gt;now tht i dont hear your voice or have your touch&lt;br /&gt;and kiss yr lips cos i dont have a choice&lt;br /&gt;oh wht i wldnt give to have you lying by my side right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos baby&lt;br /&gt;whn u left i lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;its still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;come bk baby pls&lt;br /&gt;we belong tgr&lt;br /&gt;who else am i gonna lean on when times get rough&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;there aint nobody thr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos we belong tgr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________*_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went swimming today with yl and june, had great fun.. till we took the shuttle bus to bedok interchange and i suddenly thot of you.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i realised we dont have much of beautiful memories.&lt;br /&gt;i cld only remember some vague details like sentosa and playing pool..&lt;br /&gt;sigh,  i do not know if they shld be categorised under gd/bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;i certainly still think bout u at times,&lt;br /&gt;but whts tht is just over.&lt;br /&gt;and over means i just shldnt think anymore of you..&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111677285361045906?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111677285361045906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111677285361045906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-belong-together.html' title='we belong together.'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111658160698427922</id><published>2005-05-20T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:33:26.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be by my side</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be by my sid&lt;span&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wonder how's it like to have someone who really really likes you alot.. maybe like a secret admirer who has been admiring you for a longg time.. and how nice it is, to find out that someone actually cares about your existence when u thought no one does..&lt;br /&gt;how nice it is..&lt;br /&gt;my brother is going ROM with his girlfriend on 5august..&lt;br /&gt;they even have their flat ready and moved in last week.&lt;br /&gt;he's 24.&lt;br /&gt;my sis's 25, and yet to marry. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;i wish to get married by 25 the latest. hah, is it a lil tad too early?&lt;br /&gt;well, i dont care. i just think its really nice and heartwarming to have a family of your own, with people around you who care, look forward to your coming home everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must be really nice i guess..&lt;br /&gt;really nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111658160698427922?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111658160698427922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111658160698427922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-be-by-my-side.html' title='to be by my side'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111543650251054642</id><published>2005-05-07T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:28:22.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amath!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ttt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;listen up people! i passed myy amathhh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CANT SEE? lemmee repeaat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i passed my amaathh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hysterical laughters&lt;br /&gt;okay. i know there's like a million people who get better grades than me..&lt;br /&gt;but who cares?! i passsed!&lt;br /&gt;doodeedooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go shoppg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;things i wanna buy straight after tests&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. TOPS. a variety of different colored TEES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. hair &lt;em&gt;straightener &lt;/em&gt;or those with many different styles kind. saw it at watsons ytd ;D cost a whooping 7o bucks. oh well.. im goonna SAVE *determined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. a NEW n pretty pencil case ((; i just love new things.. who doesnt? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. this pair of zara &lt;strong&gt;JEANS..&lt;/strong&gt; well, this is a &lt;i&gt;must!&lt;/i&gt; its sooo pretty and fitting!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. dummdeedum.. im thinkingg. boots? but its a bit stupid right? singapore's damn hot.. and..  WELL. we'l see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;grace just told me wrinkles gone missing! ;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*gasp. oh no. hope wrinkles go home sooon. well, wrinkles is  a cat. cute huh the name? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, im &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;too ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahahha. alright, before the whole world stones me to death, i shall make my exit.. &lt;em&gt;gracefullyy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111543650251054642?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111543650251054642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111543650251054642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/05/amath.html' title='amath!'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111399538326269611</id><published>2005-04-20T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T19:09:43.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colour coded</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;coded &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ive decided that my fav colours for now are: earth colours&lt;br /&gt;like brown, green..&lt;br /&gt;used to really hate those 2 colours but now think its pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was a really pissy day.&lt;br /&gt;didnt know physics lessons were cancelled thanks to &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went bedok library then with yy, cg and mich.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly to study lah, but read magazines the whole time. hahah&lt;br /&gt;went watson to buy some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;saw this lip balm ive been wantg to buy.&lt;br /&gt;bought it went home to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;and the balm freakg broke into half.&lt;br /&gt;so, great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wht a fruitful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111399538326269611?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111399538326269611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111399538326269611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/04/colour-coded.html' title='colour coded'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111356854995024861</id><published>2005-04-15T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:35:49.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whn i thot i had</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt; whn i thought i had.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats not enough&lt;br /&gt;to make this love whole&lt;br /&gt;i thought i grew tough&lt;br /&gt;till i saw you fold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111356854995024861?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111356854995024861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111356854995024861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/04/whn-i-thot-i-had.html' title='whn i thot i had'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111302421675065665</id><published>2005-04-09T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T13:24:50.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who cld it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;if only its me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who could it be? if only its me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye was seriously so itchy last night so i began to scratch.... and woke up with an eye infection this morn.. went to see the doctor.. gotten 2 eyedrops.&lt;br /&gt;seriously in my whole lifetime of a decade and 6 yrs and some months. i've NEVER put an eyedrop into my well, eye. so the doctor was told me no other way of medication and i was like .. "SHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;and obviously the doctor found it very amusing and laughed -_-&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, went home and tried to force the liquid in. missed a couple lotsa times.. but got it in after like.. 5 tries?&lt;br /&gt;so idiiotic..&lt;br /&gt;supposed to have gone tanning in e morn with cel and bao.. but cos of this swollen red eye, i cant go! so sad! );&lt;br /&gt;ate my lunch then, read your blog, pondered over it and got sad. but its okay, im okay.&lt;br /&gt;so i dont suppose im going church ltr on and stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;so, this is just like the schedule of my day today.. kinda boring huh?&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell you bout the schedule of a butterfly's day....&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;its wht xw and me thought of during our stay outside the physics classrm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A day in the life of a butterfly's &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM&lt;br /&gt;7.3o: wake up&lt;br /&gt;8.oo: flutter&lt;br /&gt;8.3o: flutter again&lt;br /&gt;9.oo: flutter ard somemore&lt;br /&gt;PM&lt;br /&gt;11.oo: rest on the flower's petal&lt;br /&gt;1.oo: look for food&lt;br /&gt;2.oo: flutter&lt;br /&gt;2.3o: scare lek&lt;br /&gt;4.oo: flutter again&lt;br /&gt;4.3o: scare lek&lt;br /&gt;5.oo: flutter ard somemre&lt;br /&gt;5.3o: scare lek&lt;br /&gt;6.oo: slping time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. kinda stupid..cos lek's scared of butterflies and all.. how can anyone be afraid of them? they're so pretty and harmless!! so b-e-a-utiful! haha.. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;someday, everythng will be alright agn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey SEXY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha.. i hope ure feeling okay.. (; smile ok? together we work hard! hee.. must rmb our goal, we're PERFECT tgr~ doodeedoo. dont feel guilty or anythng alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;must start our work on the list already.. the 1st out of the 1o ways to forget someone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yeah.. whts the 1st one again..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ohh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bang our head agst the walls..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111302421675065665?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111302421675065665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111302421675065665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-cld-it-be.html' title='who cld it be?'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111288928791478245</id><published>2005-04-07T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T00:19:33.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;about a girl who's moving on &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy&lt;br /&gt;Though I know it is with her&lt;br /&gt;So I will just keep on smiling&lt;br /&gt;With the memories of what we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have to be strong&lt;br /&gt;And for my sake I swear I will&lt;br /&gt;But moving on and letting you go&lt;br /&gt;Does not mean I will not love you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we will never be&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we once were&lt;br /&gt;But my tears are slowly drying&lt;br /&gt;From the state of my tainted tear blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly getting better&lt;br /&gt;And right now no tears are starting to fall&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do my best to get over you&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to give it my all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get rid of the love I once had for you&lt;br /&gt;Or I will put my love to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pick up the pieces of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And put them back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to listen to what people say&lt;br /&gt;And take their helpful advice&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will be happy again&lt;br /&gt;And fully move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;Even though you will probably never feel the same&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart forever&lt;br /&gt;Will be the remainder of your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for everything I caused you&lt;br /&gt;And for going along with that lie&lt;br /&gt;But please can we just stay friends&lt;br /&gt;Cause I dont want to permanently say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am picking up my heart now&lt;br /&gt;And making it whole again&lt;br /&gt;It is time for me to move on&lt;br /&gt;Instead of dwelling in the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to keep on walking now&lt;br /&gt;And only turn around if you pull me back&lt;br /&gt;I will walk into the sunset&lt;br /&gt;And get my life back on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of us I will keep forever&lt;br /&gt;Even though their done and gone&lt;br /&gt;But this is just the beginning of my story&lt;br /&gt;About a girl who is moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir received gold.. congrats you ppl (;&lt;br /&gt;all ure efforts have not gone to waste&lt;br /&gt;cont to work and strive hard!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;now hopefull all the asthetics (liddat spell? haha.. looks wrong certainly..) receive gold too.. then tht will really be WAY COOL! haha..&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111288928791478245?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111288928791478245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111288928791478245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/04/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111278373214452171</id><published>2005-04-06T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:35:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ure words</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt; your words &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your words left me tears&lt;br /&gt;and a plunge right deep down to my soul&lt;br /&gt;your words left me fears&lt;br /&gt;for i fear our friendship will turn cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its okay now.. i mean, though i know we may never be more than friends..&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to try to start conversations aye..&lt;br /&gt;somehow i know we may never talk as much as we used to during lower secondary.. so wht for try now? when its all too late and the damage is done. i dont know wht im saying but i feel so much better now tht everything is known. tht i do not have to hide it anymore..&lt;br /&gt;somehow, it just comforts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, lets just play ignorant and live our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it'l do both us good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111278373214452171?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111278373214452171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111278373214452171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/04/ure-words.html' title='ure words'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111262620686331124</id><published>2005-04-04T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:50:06.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt; its all about her &lt;/b&gt;&lt;centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;asked me a question that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it broke my heart terribly so.&lt;br /&gt;all &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;talked about was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what about me having a cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;told you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  went all ways to cheer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;foolish cad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt notice i was all alone and reduced to a pulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;walked along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;between classes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've never seen &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; care so much in my life.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i've never opened my eyes and need my glasses,&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps i've always been living in a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;don't &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; dare lie..&lt;br /&gt;when i ask &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;do you like that girl&lt;/span&gt; ? "&lt;br /&gt;cos im sure your heart's already with &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why am i still holding on,&lt;br /&gt;holding on to the hope that i may have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;when the dream's already gone,&lt;br /&gt;and im living in a trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;, wake me up now,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this is the last chance to do so.&lt;br /&gt;before i succumb to bow,&lt;br /&gt;to bow, surrender and go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111262620686331124?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111262620686331124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111262620686331124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-feelings.html' title='my feelings'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111131888695796306</id><published>2005-03-20T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T19:41:26.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me? im insignificant</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt; Insignificant lil`ME &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've to admit it. sometimes i just feel so insignificant in other ppl's lives. ok, maybe im a notch too sensitive. but yeah, i just feel tht wayy. its like people dont really care if i exist at all. cant stand it sometimes. i mean, how many a time u thought of me when u needed someone to talk to? correct me if im wrong, but i think im all the way to the bottom list. it sucks ok, this feeling. its like every other single living thinng is more impt than me to u ); and so, im jst sad sad n SAD.&lt;br /&gt;ok end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching LOTR now. and a sudden thought came into my mind : television is a really COOL invention. hahaa. ok anyway. i've totally nth to blog about.. and i've decided to go do my biji before i get killed by chen lao da tmr. ); tata u ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sometimes celia just like to be reminded tht she may be important in her friends' lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111131888695796306?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111131888695796306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111131888695796306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-im-insignificant.html' title='me? im insignificant'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111116283381135509</id><published>2005-03-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:20:33.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpectedly</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;bold&gt; Unx;pectedly &lt;/bold&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile once&lt;br /&gt;just for me will you?( to my deaaar emo girl ) hiak hiak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey SEXY ladyy.&lt;br /&gt;haha, who says bout you tking my position or wht? i dont mean tht in my previous blog. its jst tht, he's not close with me anymore. but i guess its ok now. i mean, i've you.. ;D so you smile too yeah, cos you've ME. im hot, ure sexy. we're PERFECT together!!! hahahhaha. ok, so self-proclaiming. ;p felt tht we're actually closer now than ever. loveeeeeeeeeeeeee you girrl! *smoooochy smooooch! hehe&lt;br /&gt;so you cant be emo right, cos if u emo, im elmo. HAHA. laugh pls. cos i think its really funny. hahahhaa. ok. super lame. dono why also. guess im jst happy. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey HOTTIE me.&lt;br /&gt;wheee! so happy today. bought a pair of shoes and a lace thing as belt and a damn freaking expensive necklace.. but i LOVEEE it so wht to do? haha. im sucha spendthrift. spendthrift is sucha weird word. it means u spend extravagrantly right? but why got thrift at the bk. so weird. ok, maybe im stupid or smth, but if u know tell me k. hehehe. i need to save. as in seriously save. im like spending all my pocket money );&lt;br /&gt;watched lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events. sooooo nicee! to me la. but cel n lin like say not nice. but ym thinkgs its nice too! ahhaha. oh well, its kinda dark but its soooo damn damn damn cool! violet ties her hair whn she's gonna invent smth and klaus(liddat spell?) remembers everyting on wht he read! soo cool. and not to forget the cute baby who speaks unintelligible(liddat spell?) words, SUNNY! or is it sarrrnee? haha. but ym says its sunny. so yeah. anyway.. i really enjoyed myself today. (; but tuition at night... ); and apparently the tuition teacher is unhappy tht we did not inform him of our not-coming-tuition ytd. but we went today ma. but he says we spoil the timing.. ); sorry loh. didnt mean for it to be like this anyway. sigh. wht a way to end my supposedly happy day.&lt;br /&gt;ok, im supposed to like study now.. but no mood already. SIGH. perhaps i'l slp early, wake up early and start my pile of hw EARLY. must have... &lt;br /&gt;SELF-DISCIPLINE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111116283381135509?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111116283381135509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111116283381135509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/03/unexpectedly.html' title='unexpectedly'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111037575845071523</id><published>2005-03-09T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:42:38.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>);</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt; i really miss you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a really damn long long long time since we last talked for more than 5 minutes straight. whts wrong with us? or rather, whts wrong with me? i dont know. but i do know one thing for sure is tht i miss you. i really do. its not that i didnt wanto talk to you boy, its jst tht its so tough now. now that u have her to joke about, to talk things with, to go out with.. i jst feel damn left out can? its almost like we're not friends. thrs so so MANY things i wanto say to you, but i cant seem to find the words when we talk. the words jst disappear and all that is left is silence. silence. oh.. how i hate that word. its weird. that im trying so hard to ignore you but im trying to talk to you as well. i guess i feel really really damn jealous whn ure always with her. am i still ure close friend? or have i been removed from that position? i know you'l nvr like me, it just sucks. so many a times i considered telling you tht, but im afraid you wld ignore me. tht wld be worse isnt it? perhaps i'l tell you one day, whn i've enough courage to do so. but for now on, i'l just keep trying whether to ignore you or to communicate more to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ceelia misses you damn damn much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111037575845071523?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111037575845071523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111037575845071523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title=');'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-111011821729633981</id><published>2005-03-06T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T17:38:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a life; i need you</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt; I need a Life;i need YOU &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, its been a helluva l.o.n.g time since i last blogged. and i thought i'd better do it before it becomes really extinct, like the dinosaurs. if ure not laughing, ure supposed to. anyway, been feeling really depressed these few dayss. looking thru everyone's blogs.. looking at wht they write, how they express themselves. i used to think blogging is really stupid. i mean, why blog whn u cant write EVERYTHING thts in ure mind? so like, whts the use. but now i need to blog, cos i really need to put across some things which could not said face to face to you. yes you. dont think u know im referring to you. but ya, thts e point. i jst feel much much better if i at least voice it out loud. yes loud. like LOUDDDD. *screeeam. ok sorry, need to de-stress. okay, as i was saying.. wht was i saying? ermmm. yeap, its really weird u know. i mean, being friends for such a long time(ok, not tht long actually), and i can actually fall for you. i mean, it may not be anything wrong. but i jst didnt think(ok, i don really think most of the times..) tht i may actually like you one day. bet u didnt know bout it. but it seems like so obvious to the rest. dont know how u can be so blind, so oblivious. or are you choosing to be oblivious bout it? man, i tried not to like you already. i really did. tried like all methods. make myself irritating to you.. make myself ignore you.. but in the end, it hurts me more that ure not talking much to me than to not like you. make any sense? dont think so. im always contradicting myself. like i told her i didnt like you anymore, but deep down its so totally untrue. ok, maybe thts not called contradicting, its more like lying. but i dont know wht to say. i mean. she likes you. she really does. but i like you too. and i thought perhaps it'l be better if i dont like you and stuffs. it jst seem all so unfair. so unfair tht u wldnt like either of us, and tht ure still stuck with h-e-r. is it too obvious? i hope not. cos i don wan anything to change. im scared we wldnt be friends anymore if u knew. this just sucks. i dont know wht i want anymore. sounds cliche huh? but its true. i feel really really bad for ignoring you. but i guess its the only way. but i doubt u really noticed at all. u'd prob thought its pms or smth. wish i cld tell you. i really wished. but i guess im giving up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dear;girrl&lt;br /&gt;hey, i don wish for anything to change btw us now tht i said so many weird things. hahaa. i still love youu deep deep down within my heart (heee) and all the best with h-i-m (;&lt;br /&gt;friends forever( sounds so pri schh )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         ^celia feeling really down and all. *climb into a hole and stay put.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-111011821729633981?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111011821729633981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/111011821729633981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-need-life-i-need-you.html' title='i need a life; i need you'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-110060251510814596</id><published>2004-11-16T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T18:55:15.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ym- wht e hell is happeng?</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt;wht e hell is happeng?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whts happening?&lt;br /&gt;WHT'S REALLY HAPPENING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have one thing to say. and that's that if ure talkg bout me in ure blog, and that if u &lt;i&gt;surprisingly&lt;/i&gt; didnt miss e gd times we had. i jst wanto tell u that i did. i really did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-110060251510814596?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/110060251510814596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/110060251510814596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/11/ym-wht-e-hell-is-happeng.html' title='ym- wht e hell is happeng?'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-109784684303058319</id><published>2004-10-15T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T21:27:23.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sg idol-jerry</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;bold&gt;What's ure problem.&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly a fan of SI but i jst finished watchg e results. glad that leandra still managed to get in. but aint exactly happy that jerry got kicked out. don get me wrong, im not saying jerry is better that leandra, i jst pity him. well, not really pity. its like, its really tough, having to put up with all those criticisms. its nt his fault that he's still in after all these rounds. i wish ppl could jst stop like, tormenting him or smth. perhaps u think that he shld jst quit if he cant stand e criticisms, but he wishes to be a singer aint it. if thts ure dream, then wld u give up so easily. if i were him, i wld too stay rooted thr, being thick-skinned or not. its irritating to hear wht ppl say bout jerry. like, "why e hell is he still in?".. "he thinks he sings really well..." all those craps. i agree he don sing really well, but i guess its jst not right saying him in that way. he didnt do anythng isnt it. i guess if u wanto join SI,u shld be prepared fer all the criticisms. but i think its still tough fer jerry. like 8days featured him as some freak. whats with all those attitude against him. if u think ure so gd, den u join la. if u managed to get in e nxt time, i gladly congrat u. but if u didnt, i hope u'l get ure mouth shut bout jerry. i know they may be &lt;i&gt;honest&lt;/i&gt; remarks, but smt they can be crude. tok bout if words can kill. wht i thought of was that his partg video was touching. argue with me fer all u want. but it really touched me. im not afraid to admit that i almost cried. he knew about the criticisms, he knew everyone hates him, he knew he shld get out, he knew his parents suffered too frm e comments. it jst aint fair. why did he get to suffer so much, jst cos ppl voted fer him to stay in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, its jst my opinion. u don have to read at all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-109784684303058319?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109784684303058319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109784684303058319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/10/sg-idol-jerry.html' title='sg idol-jerry'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-109455578433565846</id><published>2004-09-07T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T10:22:14.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she'l be loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beauty Queen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She Will Be Loved"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty queen of only eighteen&lt;br /&gt;She had some trouble with herself&lt;br /&gt;He was always there to help her&lt;br /&gt;She always belonged to someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;And wound up at your door&lt;br /&gt;I've had you so many times but somehow&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I know I tend to get so insecure&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;br /&gt;It's compromise that moves us along&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;br /&gt;You can come anytime you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where you hide&lt;br /&gt;Alone in your car&lt;br /&gt;Know all of the things that make you who you are&lt;br /&gt;I know that goodbye means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[in the background]&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[softly]&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;succh a lovely songg. anyway, been feeling really down these few days. its like, everythng is going so wrong fer me. feel so detached frm friends, jst dono wht to do. oh shucks, jst log into my gb fer like e 1st time in a million years. somehow, my pass chnged. shhhhhit. irritated. &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/6875655-109455578433565846?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109455578433565846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109455578433565846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/09/shel-be-loved.html' title='she&apos;l be loved'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-109369866716564121</id><published>2004-08-28T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T21:11:07.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monotony of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt;The &lt;u&gt;"Monotony"&lt;/u&gt; of Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typed a whole lot of rubbish, but jst cancelled it. went fer oral today. kinda suck. yusoff wanted to get things over n done quickly - n i mean real quickly. he started at 7.2o++ with shairah. i mean, omg. not everione is present yet, n he jst start. aint he scared we sms someone else den tell them bout it? and yeah, being the 2nd to arrive, i got tested early too(which is so damn irritating). this is one of the few rare times whn u shld arrive ltr then e stated time. &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, anyway, i thot e passage was rather okay. but e picture jst s.u.c.k can? it jst show 2 men sitting on a table, watchg a man performg teh tarik. so.. lil to describe. wht m i supposed to sae? yeah, then i worried fer totally nth. cos, b4 i could start describing, yusoff went ard prompting me. i mean, omg. its not gd whn e teachers prompt u. so i jst talk n talk. b4 i cld move to the nxt point, he turned my paper n said " ok, conversation. " man, was i disappointed. i thought maybe i cld do a lil better. and he didnt give any immediate feedback. not like wht miss morni said the teachers wld. well, other teachers did. onli yusoff tht is. i think, he jst nid to hurry off smewhr to plant some trees. &lt;br /&gt;this jst irritate the hell out of me. then nvm, i finished with my oral, while the rest of the classes haven even start. so i jst wait in e canteen with shairah. wait.. wait n wait. finished at 7.4o++, waited till 1o++. then i fergot the rest had their ccas. so yeah, no whr to go. drifted to the bus stop, thinkg of catchg a quick nap b4 going tuition. but met my sis at tm instead. had lunch tgr. hurried to tuition, thought i was late, so i went early fer once. but found out yy had committee meetg. which will end &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; so early. reached tuition at 12.2opm. waited fer yy till 3.45pm liddat. first time i so hardworking can. whn i reached tuition, onli got mr tan, another guy n me only loh. waited till the whole hse filled with students. but nvm, den i started having gastric. but lucky, yy came jst in time! hoho. went to 7-11 to buy sme things, met yimei n e whole lot of them. ym wanted to come tuition at 7, but mr tan had to rush off to the hospital at 6.3opm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wht a long paragragh. kinda proud of myself. didnt want to blog at all at first. but once u start typing, its kinda hard to stop. well, i think this entry is kinda boring too. oh yeah, did i sae how much i got fer my oral? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the story begins..]&lt;br /&gt;i saw shairah got 9   12   3o&lt;br /&gt;like so nice can. den i saw wht i got. so disappointing..&lt;br /&gt;8    8    26&lt;br /&gt;oh weell, i'l jst try harder to interrupt the teacher's prompting nxt time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-109369866716564121?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109369866716564121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109369866716564121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/08/monotony-of-life.html' title='monotony of life'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-109291768722166525</id><published>2004-08-19T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T20:14:47.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gorgeous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the first thing tht came to my mind was lek. haha&lt;br /&gt;cos lek totally cant pronounce gorgeous at first. he was like pronouncing it as 'gorgles' or smth. cant really remember. but it was really funny. hahaas. i rmbed luffing with mich bout it. hehs. sorry lek ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, back to it. do u like lookg at gorgeous ppl? well, i really do. i'l jst stare n stare. den blink blink blink. so preeetty lohs.. sigh. i hate my hair. i mean, yeah, u shld lurve and be content with wht u have..blahs.. but yeah. if i haf 3 wishes frm a fairy godmother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY3wishes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have a supply of infinite wishes.&lt;br /&gt;2. nice hair.&lt;br /&gt;3. more wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, muffie's like lying on the floor. dono wht she's doing. like she's closing her eyes. so i figured she's sleeping or smth..den i called.."MUFFIE!!!" her eyes suddenly open so big. lols. im so mean. wahahs. &gt;&lt; i think muffie is pretty. i mean, her face is nice, well, maybe she's &lt;u&gt;abit&lt;/u&gt; too fat lahs, but its cuteee ya? not like she's garfield or smth. n her coat is nice.. (; orange. n seldom cats with tht coat is female. so she's kinda 'rare'. sooo cutee! she's closing her eyes agn. altho im typing very loudly, it doesnt seem to affect her.. sooooo adorable. she jst yawned (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jst realised i like lookg at ladies mre den guys. not tht im les or wht, but i think ladies are &lt;b&gt;much&lt;/b&gt; mre beautiful than guys. they jst look.. &lt;i&gt;nicer&lt;/i&gt; i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrs nth much to write abt, n i like to write by topics. sigh, ym's blog looooks so interesting. always filled with new entries. WOOAAH! she jst msged me on msn can. freaaky. lols&lt;br /&gt;okays, with regard of e topic, i think yimeimei is pretty. its like, thrs jst some kind of &lt;s&gt;aura&lt;/s&gt; glamour abt her. even aimran says she's stylish oK! hahas. she's cool, fun to be with and always rock(tho i diamond la) &lt;br /&gt;she's clever, but sometime lazy to use her brains. &lt;br /&gt;"wasted la" as quoted by our tuition teacher, mr tan. dono why but feel like toking bout her today. she's jst like one example of my topic today -- gorgeous. ok lah, maybe she's not drop-dead gorgeous, but ppl do notice her. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whhhoops, i have to go and eat my dinner. altho i jst ate my lunch at 5+.. today's a busy day. but its better den being a boring day. and now's SI!!! *hopes its gd. yeah.. cyaa all. take care (; &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/6875655-109291768722166525?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109291768722166525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109291768722166525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/08/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-109248812698667620</id><published>2004-08-14T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T20:57:21.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss Nice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frm today onwards, ive decided to be Miss &lt;i&gt;Nice&lt;/i&gt; (; oh well, is the blogskin nice? lol. cant find anythng simple. bt this will do. made quite alot of chnges.. *hmphf. but i like yl's blogskin better. im gonna steal it. muahaha. oops, Miss Nice i m. hmm.. yy, if ure readg this, i wanto sae im sorry noh. shldnt haf like lost my temper.. congrats on ure geog test (;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, YIMEI!. hahas. u say i nvr mention u right. k loh! tok bout u now. yimei soooo stingy. lol stingy as in nvr write testi one. =x &lt;s&gt;KC&lt;/s&gt;WX. C n k r out ;p u still haf W. W haf e potential. lols. don be sad bout it le k? someday e paths may cross agn ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-109248812698667620?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109248812698667620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109248812698667620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/08/miss-nice.html' title='miss nice'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-109231654687385306</id><published>2004-08-12T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T21:23:02.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigghs</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;bold&gt;JUST.bored&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahh! thrs smth wrong with my blog. soooo, i repeat, &lt;u&gt;SO&lt;/u&gt; irritating. i kept seeing adverts on my blog, altho many say they dont. den my tagboard went missing. so i went to the website to get e link agn, den e link failed. im soooo irritated. &lt;b&gt;ARGH!!&lt;/b&gt; is thr like, suppose to have shortcuts for all e &lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;slanted&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;underlined&lt;/u&gt; words? i cant seem to find. i thot thr used to be. so now im like typing in html. totally irritated, pissed off, and angry. AAAAAAAH. to hell with u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-109231654687385306?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109231654687385306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109231654687385306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/08/sigghs.html' title='sigghs'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-109058704832857367</id><published>2004-07-23T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:50:48.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mundane day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TruckloadofChocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is sooooo cool! hahas. dint blog fer centuries. den i went ym's blog look see look see. saw wht she said bout the new blogging system!! like, cant wait to try it out. but in e end its jst kinda like hotmail's. jst ate dark chocolate. so riccch n yummmy.. *slurrp. ;b drool'g? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wht type of chocolates u like? i like those white n dark chocolates. i don like the almond type, or those contain'g bits n pieces of nuts. eeks. mks me feel very, jst yucky. hehs. i lovvvve strawberry. i nvr eat strawberry chocolate before.. ): hmm wait, i think maybe yeah. oh, yeaaah! ate before. its damn, i repeat, DAMN nice la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but like cant reli find it. ;/ shucks la. i scared my tummy got worms. lol. ate alot, but still hungry. im scared &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im sucha worrywart. or is tht how u spell it? oh whteva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wanto watch mean girls, anione?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tmr gonna celebrate daph's bdaee! (; so happy. been long since i last saw her. wonder if she grew taller or wht =x hahahahs. very long no go orchard alreaddy. i wanto go fareast. been like going tuition on mondae, wed, thurs, fri.. actually sat must also. but ym n yy not free. aaaaah! going crazy alreaddy. but welll, im improving..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im kinda disappointed with my amath results.. i thot maybe i wld get like at least 2o/3o. maybe im jst expect'g too much, but i thot of&amp;nbsp;remainder theorem as a quite ok topic. esp after tuition'g so many hours jst fer tht topic. well, told mr tan i got 18/3o. i thot he may be like disappointed, but he was like ' woah! thnks fer passing amath '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh well. --" den he came telling me bout most ppl in e tuition thr failed amath. weell, i think becos mr yong set quite easy, compared to e other schs or smth. well, still disappointed anw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ym ah, don be disappointed k? cos i think ure kinda stressed out with b&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eing a band major ); tkcare yahh? u'l sure to get better marks nxt time! ;b yeah yeah? &lt;span&gt;YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;hmm.. im miss'g him. ); sigh, yl, if ure read'g this// don be sad le yah? (; still haf duckie. oh ya, i told duckie how to taggie, so she went taggie at ure taggieboard ;p sucha swt duck isnt she? hehehhehs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i feel weird.. so many things happen'g. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;heys henry, sorry fer a.l.w.a.y.s shout'g at u. didnt mean to, but sometime i jst vent it on u, cos like.. cant vent it on someone else.. i noe its wrong of me to a.l.w.a.y.s do tht. so im gonna say, im ssssssssorrrrry!!!! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ok, i don feel like toking animre. cos i saw yl online. hhahas. gonna tok to her noww. cyaaaaa guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;smooooooches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-109058704832857367?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109058704832857367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/109058704832857367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/07/mundane-day.html' title='mundane day'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108920755824976332</id><published>2004-07-07T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T21:39:18.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grace departure</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;moods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt tht e last 2 wks haf passed too quickly.. everithings kinda a blur. images n memories flash by n yet, smth i'l alwaes rmb -- time i spent with grace.&lt;br /&gt;it seems such a long time ago now..&lt;br /&gt;but no, she jst left fer nz ytd agn.&lt;br /&gt;i wldnt deny tht i cried.&lt;br /&gt;well, everione cries whn they're sad, whn they're at e bottom of tht pit.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i cried. at e airport. almost on bus. at home. sitting on e bed. jst thinking bk purely on jst e last few daes. now even whn i tink bout it, i get tht funny feeling inside of me.. something choking in my throat. but nah, wldnt wanto cry now.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, wad for? its not tht she wont be bk animre.. well, to tink of it. she said 9 yrs before she's bk in sg agn.&lt;br /&gt;such a bloody long time.&lt;br /&gt;yeh sure, i'l miss her. not jst tht tingly lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps perhaps, i cld go visit her smt.. whn i haf e money tht is. hoping to visit her nxt june hols, but i suddenly rmb tht nxt yr wld be crucial. n tht june wld be packed full of sch activites.&lt;br /&gt;but ya, wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;miss her so damn much. &lt;br /&gt;kinda tinking bk bout ytd, at e airport. sitting at bk. eating jelly beans. everithing seem so normal. like as if she aint going nz. like as if she's jst staying at sg. like as if we're both jst sending someone else's off. like as if this, like as if tht.&lt;br /&gt;im so damn tired bout e wae things are alwaes happening.&lt;br /&gt;jst like sch. so mani stupid things happening.&lt;br /&gt;smt i hope i can rewind time bk. all e wae to e beginning of sec2.&lt;br /&gt;n bk thr, i'd reli hope i did wadeva i cld to salvage tht frenship i had with pn.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i reli didnt try hard enuff.&lt;br /&gt;it seems kinda hard.&lt;br /&gt;i reli miss pn. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;everithing's sucha blurry.&lt;br /&gt;smt i wonder if she hates me or anith.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i miss those daes whn we hang out after sch.&lt;br /&gt;like on tues, whn everione's having cca. both of us wld head dwn to tm..doing stupid things. like i rmb once, so vividly.. we went into shop n save. we look at so mani things. n i even comment on e prices as : ' $3.33 = gd gd gd '. dono whyehell i did tht n dono whyehell we both luff like nuts in thr.&lt;br /&gt;even thinking of such things can prove to be reli hurting.&lt;br /&gt;it seems jst like recently.&lt;br /&gt;i guessed we both grew up, in our own waes.. &lt;br /&gt;but i still miss e childish side of her.&lt;br /&gt;whn she get lost in trains.&lt;br /&gt;not knowing tht u hafta stop at city hall to go to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;not knowing mani things.&lt;br /&gt;n we can all jst luff at her foolishness&lt;br /&gt;jst like before.&lt;br /&gt;its so sickening.&lt;br /&gt;now i don evn hang out with them during recess.. so wad m i suppose to sae? to those ppl who asked so mani damn things bout y i aint hanging out with them during breaks, after sch..blahs.&lt;br /&gt;i don even noe. i don even noe why.&lt;br /&gt;i don even noe wad e hell im thinkg animre.&lt;br /&gt;its jst so sucky.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was born somewhr else..&lt;br /&gt;i wldnt even mind if i wre to emigrate to nz now.&lt;br /&gt;rmbed telling them i may be going nz after sec4.. they all seem so sad.&lt;br /&gt;rmbed 3 of us, thinking bout e plans.. wad we wld wanto be whn we grow up. &lt;br /&gt;rmbed her saying she wld wannnna be a hairdresser..&lt;br /&gt;rmbed pn saying she wld share a shop with cel. smth smth smth&lt;br /&gt;freak.&lt;br /&gt;its reli getting into me.&lt;br /&gt;i noe i said too much.&lt;br /&gt;but probably, i wldnt be blogging animre. no pnt in bloggin things online, whn i wanted privacy&lt;br /&gt;wadeva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108920755824976332?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108920755824976332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108920755824976332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/07/grace-departure.html' title='grace departure'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108756719772914925</id><published>2004-06-18T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T21:59:57.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jet - look what you've done</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;look what u've done - jet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my photo off the wall&lt;br /&gt;If it just won't sing for you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing there for you to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me back my point of view&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't think for you&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly hear you say&lt;br /&gt;What should I do, well you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my photo off the wall&lt;br /&gt;If it just won't sing for you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing there for you to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i likey this song much!hahas&lt;br /&gt;fer this wk, e recommended song frm me wld be this!&lt;br /&gt;heh XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..todae went out with my aunt n uncle..&lt;br /&gt;they took me fer lunch at jack's place. &lt;br /&gt;den, went walk walk at parkwae..&lt;br /&gt;aunt like, bought this $119 earring fer me.. cos i told her my ear kinda sensitive..&lt;br /&gt;den she wento buy this earring thts fer sensitive ears.. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;hahahas.. its kinda preeeti, n swweety.. a small sq tht sparkles n sparkles.. heh&lt;br /&gt;kinda cute eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to like go somewhr fun..&lt;br /&gt;gonna be end of hols.. n end of my fun..cos im gonna promise myself tht im gonna study reeeeal hard.. den gd grades.. n be in e top1o position. which is like kinda hard. &lt;br /&gt;sighh, i noe i can do it if i wanted to.. so im gonna try harddd now! heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a special glance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heys, how wld u feel whn someone jst gives u this special glance?&lt;br /&gt;wld u feel happi? (: or kinda glad tht someone's noticing u?&lt;br /&gt;jst a special glance substitues a thousand of words.&lt;br /&gt;n e emotions whirling inside you..woo! so nice.&lt;br /&gt;i like tht feeling.. being given a special glance..&lt;br /&gt;it may not be anithing, but still.. i like it (:&lt;br /&gt;so, wad bout giving me a special glance to mk my dae eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehs&lt;br /&gt;*pinkclassics feelg highhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108756719772914925?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108756719772914925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108756719772914925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/06/jet-look-what-youve-done.html' title='jet - look what you&apos;ve done'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108740562561618683</id><published>2004-06-17T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T01:10:26.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gemy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a typical saturday night, her brother did a fren a favour, which is to look after a mongrel black dog fer a few daes.&lt;br /&gt;as easy as it seems, to jst look after a well-behaved dog, thr r actually mani things to be tken care off.&lt;br /&gt;jst like -- muffie, whr to place her? e hamsters in his rm?&lt;br /&gt;things haf to be moved ard e hse, so tht thr r enuff space in her brother's rm, which is fer e big dog.&lt;br /&gt;on sat nite, after e doggie was settled into e small rm of her bro's..everione went happily to slp.&lt;br /&gt;but lil do they noe tht, e doggie who's missg her owner, sits waiting at e door. &lt;br /&gt;oh yes, she misses her owner.. her previous house.. the familiar smell .. ..&lt;br /&gt;she sat and waited till e earlie morn.. den she decided its kinda sian to wait thr, n moved to slp on e bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gemy e mongrel, is a veh timid doggie.. u mk a loud noise n she gets frightened.. thts wad mk her so innocent, so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as lonng as she's free, she wld enter her bro's rm n plae with gemy.. soon, gemy wags her tail whnever she enters e rm..&lt;br /&gt;they spent hrs tgr n, became ffrens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jst this dae, she came bk home frm starbucks.. n she saw her bro tking gemy out.. first thing tht came into her mind was tht her bro is tkg gemy out fer a nite walk..&lt;br /&gt;gemy was so excited to see her! she jumped on her, n licked her hand..&lt;br /&gt;she was so happi.. as gemy nvr jumps on her other den her bro.&lt;br /&gt;smiling, she went into e hse.. she didnt even pat gemy's head fer e last time.. nor rub e tummy e wae gemy alwaes like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a short while, her bro came bk..empty-handed.&lt;br /&gt;she felt numbed. whrs gemy? why is he coming bk w;o gemy?!&lt;br /&gt;den e truth sank in.. her bro took gemy dwn to return to his fren, n not to tk her fer a walk.&lt;br /&gt;instantly, she regretted.&lt;br /&gt;regretted not patting gemy fer e last time..&lt;br /&gt;she didnt even sae gdbye to gemy.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt even noe gemy wld be gone.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt even noe she wldnt see gemy animre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fer a long time, she cried..in e comfort of her rm.&lt;br /&gt;thr wre mani things to reminisce, n she sat on her bed..seeking solace frm her pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she misses gemy -- her smell, e wae gemy alwaes lick her hand, e wae gemy alwaes wag her tail whn she sees her.. e wae gemy slps on e bed with her, e wae gemy whines whn she stopped rubbing her tummy, e wae gemy tilts her head to e left whn thr r loud noises.. e wae this, e wae tht. &lt;br /&gt;she will nvr ferget gemy, fer gemy is a fren who she treasures alot. altho e time they spent tgr was short, e hidden quality of their frenship will last..&lt;br /&gt;n till then, she will alwaes miss n love gemy.&lt;br /&gt;n, she likes to tink tht, gemy will alwaes miss n love her too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108740562561618683?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108740562561618683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108740562561618683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/06/gemy.html' title='gemy'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108678426731175768</id><published>2004-06-09T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T20:31:07.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;bored stiff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.o.r.i.n.g -- BORING!&lt;br /&gt;ahh! so sickening. i feel like goinggg out, but hell. no money.&lt;br /&gt;siggh.. i nid a jobbbb. anione noeees aniwhr neeeeds part-time stafffs?!! TELLLL ME.&lt;br /&gt;i dono wad to write bout. don wish to write bout e priv stuffs aniwae. oh ya.. kept a diaary, like..jst recently. &lt;br /&gt;n e 1st entry is on deaths.&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;pretty interesting huh? but NOPE. ucantreadit.&lt;br /&gt;cositsprivate eheh. &lt;br /&gt;who wants to go out with this penniless soul here?&lt;br /&gt;telll me willll ya?!&lt;br /&gt;freaking boreeed.&lt;br /&gt;oh yaaa..grace coming bk on 22june!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so exciteddd.. cant wait to seeee her..&lt;br /&gt;im startg to plan now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22juuune: go airport to greet her arrival!! &lt;br /&gt;23juuune: maybe stay over at uncle's hse withh grace!!&lt;br /&gt;24juuune: maybe like watch a mooovie or smth?! ;D&lt;br /&gt;25juuune: jst rot perhapss? tk phhotos n ya things liddat.&lt;br /&gt;26juuune: plae boardgames?! lol seriously, im starved fer ideas.&lt;br /&gt;27juuune: go plae lan-games? since she kept wantg to plae cs!&lt;br /&gt;28juuune: maybe go shopp shopp see see. ;D&lt;br /&gt;29juuune: stay indoors n watch teeebee?!!&lt;br /&gt;3ojuuune: maybeeeee bake cookies or smth?!! *excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;1 juuuly: oh shit. i fergot whn sch reopen. damnit. such a killjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siggh! hope 22nd june comeees reaaal soon.. but tht also equals to e returng of schs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreadful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108678426731175768?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108678426731175768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108678426731175768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/06/faith.html' title='faith'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108625859144764234</id><published>2004-06-03T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T14:51:07.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;temptations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh! im so tempted to shop n shop n jst spend all my money. but shit, i cant. still hafta pay tuition fees(2oo), hp bills(1oo+) and some other shit stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the temptations..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. buy clothes, ya u geddit. i nid a new wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;2. buy accessories. im sick of being plain.&lt;br /&gt;3. footwear, my feet hurts.&lt;br /&gt;4. watch lotsa movie&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. buy new phone, sssigh!&lt;br /&gt;6. buy cutesy lil stuffs, ya.. like some other soft toys to accompany my duckie.&lt;br /&gt;7. no idea yet&lt;br /&gt;8. no idea yet&lt;br /&gt;9. no idea yet&lt;br /&gt;1o. no idea yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now as u can see, my life is so interesting. filled with the mani buzzing of activities. n i certainly haf no time to jst sit dwn n update my blog animre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*im jst toking rubbish. dont care me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108625859144764234?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108625859144764234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it made, &lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd never go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you're suddenly like a stranger, &lt;br /&gt;And you're leaving our love behind, &lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I was ever planning for, &lt;br /&gt;This was the last thing on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;There was something you weren't telling me, &lt;br /&gt;But in my confusion I just couldn't see, &lt;br /&gt;If there was any doubt, &lt;br /&gt;I thought that we would work it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you're suddenly like a stranger, &lt;br /&gt;And you're leaving our love behind, &lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I was ever planning for, &lt;br /&gt;This was the last thing on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something in your voice, &lt;br /&gt;That was telling me don't be too sure, &lt;br /&gt;Arousing my suspicions, &lt;br /&gt;I have never felt before, &lt;br /&gt;I thought we had it made, &lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd never go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you're suddenly like a stranger, &lt;br /&gt;And you're leaving our love behind, &lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I was ever planning for, &lt;br /&gt;This was the last thing on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you're suddenly like a stranger, &lt;br /&gt;And you're leaving our love behind, &lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I was ever planning for, &lt;br /&gt;This was the last thing on my mind. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108600972983895433?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108600972983895433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108600972983895433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/05/lyrics-last-thing-on-my-mind.html' title='lyrics- last thing on my mind'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108600935963903218</id><published>2004-05-31T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T21:15:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;was confused; still confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT. jst love me will u. &lt;br /&gt;stop treating me like a rag doll.&lt;br /&gt;i've feelings u noe tht?&lt;br /&gt;nt some kinda thing to plae with.&lt;br /&gt;u dont like me den don gif a damn bout me.&lt;br /&gt;stop treatg me so nice n yet sae a 'sorry,icant do tht.'&lt;br /&gt;wthell.&lt;br /&gt;how m i suppose to react?&lt;br /&gt;sttttoooooooop IT!!!! jst stopppp it. &lt;br /&gt;im tortured 'nuff.&lt;br /&gt;jst stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don care if we nvr tok animre, seriously i dont&lt;br /&gt;as long as u jst gif me tht lil bit of respect bk to me..&lt;br /&gt;gimme bk everithing i gave you.&lt;br /&gt;e love, e tears, e time.&lt;br /&gt;u cant, can u?&lt;br /&gt;its impossible isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;so NOW, JST STOP WASTING MY TIME N TELL ME E DAMNN TRUTH &lt;br /&gt;will u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i guess i fell into a pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108600935963903218?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108600935963903218'/><link rel='self' 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tots*&lt;br /&gt;-------&gt; On monday, 24may(yy's bdae!), the sec3s set off frm sch at ard 7 on coaches!! *so exciting n fun!* &lt;br /&gt;my grp/-/pericles;leonidas&lt;br /&gt;e journey took mre den 12 hrs straight.. started at 7+, i tink we reached e resort at ard 8+.. of cos, thr are stops in btw fer those who wanted to go to e toilet-&gt; to puke or wadsoeva. &lt;br /&gt;meee, sat nxt to junee. ya, pretti fun..onli tht she ltr on felt sick n wanted to puke =/&lt;br /&gt;dint do much on e 1st dae, ya e food was rather nice, which is of surprise to me heh.&lt;br /&gt;-------&gt; On tues, 25may, we did quite alot of activites. this is e fun-nest dae!! activites fer e dae; water rafting, abseiling, flying fox.&lt;br /&gt;sounds totaaally cooool yeh?! water rafting was reeeeal fun. didnt do abseiling tho. =/ its sooooooo scary! it freaked me so much, i cried )':&lt;br /&gt;dint manage to do flying fox too, cos it started to rain..so, we headed bk to e dorm (gt aircon leh!)&lt;br /&gt;-------&gt; On wed, 26may, i was kinda sick..suppose to do jungle trekking..but i skipped it n stayed in e hut n shida n cheryl. we fight off insects n bees n wasps tgr&lt;br /&gt;we.r.bravee.totaally. ^^&lt;br /&gt;den when e rest came bk, we set up tents n e guides mk a campfire within... 5 minutes!! thts fast. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;awhile ltr, cel n june n a few of us started dancing n singing ard this small lamp..but soon after, e WHOLE.GRP joined in!! isnt it absolutely cooool?!! they both reli rock. they can reli organised things like tht.. e guys were veri co-operative in e, ahem, dancing of cos. &lt;br /&gt;after e commotion, e grp set off fer e night caving expedition. hehehe.. i didnt want to go at first..but jst went on (:&lt;br /&gt;im glad i went tho, e road in e cave is not tedious at all.. in fact, thrs like a cemented path. &lt;br /&gt;-------&gt; On thurs, 27may, we went fer e morning caving! e cave is quite treacherous.. veri small openings..u hafta actually stoop dwn n crawl n ya, stuffs liddat. but, itsss..toaaaallli...AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;we den went to e plantation resort, n met up with e rest of e sec3s. at nite, thr were prizes n stuffs.. ya, rather boring.. den we gooo to e station n took e train..it took ard 9 hrs.. slept on e train n ya, quite comfortable.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;-------&gt; On fri, 28may, we reached sg.. sooo gd to be homee.. im so tired nw..shall blog some other time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sooo totaalli miss everione in my grp ):&lt;br /&gt;happi holidaes to all. tkcaress ;D&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/6875655-108574330038023982?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108574330038023982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108574330038023982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/05/lovelovelove-camp.html' title='love;love;love - camp'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108515293788271651</id><published>2004-05-21T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T23:22:17.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i value e fren who fer me, finds time on his calendar&lt;br /&gt;but i cherish e fren who fer me, does not consult his calendar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    friend.&lt;br /&gt;if u were jst to choose a friend. someone to be with u fer e rest of ure life. who wld u choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as fer me, i wld not noe who to choose. whether someone i jst met recently n is able to click with// or someone i knew fer a long time, thru quarrels n bitching. &lt;br /&gt;if u were me, who wld u choose? mebbe e 2nd one i guess..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel reli lost. so mani faces ard me. or rather, so mani &lt;em&gt;blank&lt;/em&gt; faces ard me. i dont noe wad to expect of them animre. mebbe im not suppose to be &lt;em&gt;'expecting'&lt;/em&gt; them. mebbe im suppose to walk side by side, helping them in aniwaes.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel tht altho i tried to squeeze them into my calendars, in e midst of a busy schedule..they nvr managed to be thr fer me, to squeeze me into their calendars. mebbe i do expect too much of them. i tot frens r supposed to be thr fer each other, no matter when..wad time..whr..&lt;br /&gt;i feel tht whenever i get close to a new fren, i will be sure to lose someone dear n precious. its weird sometimes.. not being able to step at both sides n still be close to both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"e most beautiful discovery true frens can mk is tht they can grow separately without growing aprt"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108515293788271651?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108515293788271651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108515293788271651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/05/story.html' title='story'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108497383195090917</id><published>2004-05-19T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T21:37:11.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reeeeesssults sux</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;nvr did i expect this..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, got bk almost allll e results, well.. except fer chi n lit which i don tink i did WOW.. not like e other subjects were WOW either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;physics - 31/1oo(after moderation, still sux)&lt;br /&gt;english - 51/1oo(pheww~)&lt;br /&gt;emath - 43/1oo(siggh)&lt;br /&gt;amath - shit! i fergot --" i onli rmb is 3o++ hahas =x&lt;br /&gt;geog - 54/1oo(sigh, like so far e best marks liddat ): -&lt;br /&gt;chem - 43/1oo(wwtheell!! lol..chem like onli a few ppl fail, sigh)&lt;br /&gt;ss - 22/5o(siggggh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maaaani red marks lo.. &gt;.&lt; 1st time in my life did i ever get soooo damn low marks.. reli disappointed mann..siggh..&lt;br /&gt;reli felt like crying..den went see troooy agn.. so nicee!&lt;br /&gt;buthen like e interest of watchg it is not thr, so nvr watch a nice show twice! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahas lame.. siiigh so tired, after readg finish : confessions of a shopaholic.. i read finish it, within a dae!!! woohoo*&lt;br /&gt;sigh, eng..reli sad ): last yr eng like sooo high.. den now drop till C6.. wthell, i noe last yr they mark veri lenient, but even so.. i still drop until so low? ): e compre is tuff, tho miss morni sae ' its a breeze ' -_________-&lt;br /&gt;siiiigh, wadeva..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108497383195090917?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108497383195090917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108497383195090917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/05/reeeeesssults-sux.html' title='reeeeesssults sux'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108487577279074732</id><published>2004-05-18T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T18:22:52.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e deadly results</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;touched, touched by an angel of lurve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. &lt;br /&gt;todae is a terrible dae.. got bk 4 papers' results. n yeh, do they suck.. it seems to be like im flunking everi subjects so far (except geog)&lt;br /&gt;soooo terrrrriblllle!! ): want to cry can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;26/1oo&lt;br /&gt;Geography&lt;br /&gt;54/1oo&lt;br /&gt;Emath&lt;br /&gt;43/1oo&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;43/1oo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): i hope e moderation will be able to ppppush up physics. &lt;br /&gt;*up n up n up n up* sigh, reli no mood. got so freaking irritated todae. sigh, sorrry guys - tht i vent my temper on u.. dui.bu.qi -&lt;br /&gt;haiiis.. i tot i heard a knock on da door. even e door also wanto bulli me.. (&gt;.&lt;)~ &lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR..i wanttttto screeeam out loud.&lt;br /&gt;so suffocating. got this stupid tremendous headachhe as weelll. &lt;br /&gt;/sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;im scared i fail more den 4 subs.. den ltr mst see parents. ltr my dad nag n nag agn. wtheeeell lo&lt;br /&gt;its not like i nvr study. i did study n did my best.. mebbe e stupid flu is out to get me.. freaking irritated. stupid comp.. ARRRGH. wthell.&lt;br /&gt;but, one thing im reli lookg 4ward to is to e sec3 camp.. shucks. i dint actually tell my dad bout it yet.. sighs-&lt;br /&gt;hope its fun...if it dampens my mood even mre.. im gonna SCREAM MY HEAD OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108487577279074732?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108487577279074732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108487577279074732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/05/e-deadly-results_18.html' title='e deadly results'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108480335923921203</id><published>2004-05-17T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T22:15:59.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e lil wonders of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;e.lil.wonders.of.life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thr u go..i promised this to u (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alllann&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: fond memories ya? haahs..r u tinking wad im thinking B1?! hahas. =x ok lamee.. sooooo longggg since weeee last toked?!!!! missssss u soooo muchhhh u noe u noe u noe - u dono. mebbe u tot i dint miss u la, but i did..reli did..do. rmb last time when we like go out tgr with cel also. lol..while we were waiting fer her tht is.. so awkward riteee? hahas =x like dono wad to tok bout..den got this grp of children bullying this lil bird or smth.. rmb?! (: still rmb.. u were veri upset by those actions.. *sigh.. hope we can like go out tgr agn or smth? misss u lots. *hugs n kissessss loveeeeee uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;briann&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. (: *tickle tickle hahahas =x &lt;br /&gt;a veri ticklish boi ^^ with brown hair(tho he claimed its natural). veri jovial and nvr fail to brighten up one's dae. hahas.. like advertising fer u liddat. haappppi le ma?!! write one fer u le leh.. *at last..-phew~ &gt;&gt; misssss u leh. u disappear frm time to time de. *sigh. nvr tok to me le hor! *piak&lt;br /&gt;tkkkcares ya?!! *grins/ n tickle u- muahahahahas *hugs n kissesss&lt;br /&gt;lurrrrrrvy uuu! +psst, monkey mst behave himself ya? don anihw bully ppl la! esp yy.. or i piak u! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chongg.u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahas =x kor arh, ^^ go find gf soon la.. otherwise alwaes nagging at me &gt;.&lt; todae is 17, 2 daes after yere bdae. hope u had a fun bdae on tht dae.. n tht smile smile SMILE ok?! heh heh. allll e bessst (: *hugs n kisses&gt;&gt; loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee u! (: also, thankkks fer being rite thr whennnnn i felt dwn XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chong.yeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahas! =x dear chong ye arh. lotsa memories i admit. some gd some bad. mostly pleasant. missss u soooo much ni dong ma? (: reli wish u all e best with ure studies, projects n stuffs ya. n hope u find GF la! so old le still don haf. *tssk! smilee k? hope to go out with u in time to come ya. alwaes promise to watch movies den nvr one u. ;p *blehh &gt;&gt;hugs n kisses, loveeeeeee u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laaai.weei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jieeeeeeee! (: dear dear jieeee. *hugs hahas. reli glad to haf known u.. reli brightens up MY dae! (: rite at this instant, ure online.. but i aint tokin to u yet cos must rush this 'report' den go bathe. stinky stink u noe. *pinch nose. todae run ard sgp whole dae den jst reached home onlie. *smells like garbage.&lt;br /&gt;hahas, ok la..not so bad.., i think =x my head so itchy.. *scratches. lol im tokin so mucch crap. but jie's one who's able to crap with me n jst LISTEN u noe, goes in one ear, out e other. so nice huh. *grrins i loveeeeee u jieeeee. muah muah muahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leeeeeekie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lek arh! thanks fer being thr when i felt sooooo dwn..den u understood how exactly i felt. thanks so much can? *thanks a million million times. *scratch head. veri itchy. lol.. ;p gorilla wish u all e best ya? studdddy hard also (: ure one potential geography student i guess.. alwaes anwsering mdm suriadi's questions n stuffs. power lo. i wasnt even listening.. but anw.. u reliii tkc ya? hugsssssss n kissssess! loveeeee u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kangsheeengg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goocheegochee* hahas. smile ok? (: ure veeeeeeri nice u noe. miss those daes when we alwaes tok on msn non-stop tht type.. each complaining bout each's problems.. whenever i felt dwn n stuffs, ure alwaes thr to mk me feel betta. thanks soooooo much ya? loveeeeeee u. hope we can tok on msn alot allllot allllot agn. lol. hugssssss n kisssses -&gt;&gt; i warn u arh! don eeeeeeeeeeeks! at this. (: lovvvvveeee uu yeh yeh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xinggggwen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, he's one S.H.I.T guy. lolllll! todae's like amazing race..but he...heee....has jst this urgeeeeee to....SHIT! lollll.. ok la, i admit i also ABIT onli la. hahahahs. =x ok, not reli abit..is allllot. wahahahahs. he's soooooo funnnnnni can?! den e grp went over to hisssssss hsee to plae with jewel ( pls refer to his blog, on incidents regardg jewel n e dragonfly ) -feel sick. *sigh. hahas. haad much funnnnn todae.. thanks ya? fer leetting me noe u beeetaa. (: hugssssssss n smoochies. loveeeee ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fer those who r clse to me, n i fergot to write in.. im sooooo sorrie.. reli brrrraiin dead can? morning till afternoon running abt..evening got tuition with yimei.. brain cells totally caught fire, burnt n became ashes. ok wadeva... soooo im gonnnnaa gooo off now.. when i rmbed who i left out..i will be sure to write it bk in... *sorrrie!&lt;br /&gt;tkcc guys. love u all *muah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108480335923921203?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108480335923921203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108480335923921203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/05/e-lil-wonders-of-life.html' title='e lil wonders of life'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108463512603303889</id><published>2004-05-15T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T23:32:06.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;blurred&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mani things happened in such a short while.&lt;br /&gt;im still blurred by e mani misunderstandgs.. cld nvr understand why a small thing can be cre8ted into nvrending big problems.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;br /&gt;read her blog. she sounded so sad n low.. i wish i cld help her out.. but smt its not within my means ):&lt;br /&gt;aint so close with her animre..used to be rather clse..&lt;br /&gt;mebbe she does hates me..afterall.. im e person tht caused so mani problems.. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like tking a ride dwn to nz, whr e pastures r greener n e air, fresher..&lt;br /&gt;so free thr.. nth can reli stop u frm doing wad u want to..&lt;br /&gt;its more of whether u want it or not.. but ive no idea y grace is sorta suffering thr..&lt;br /&gt;mebbe its cos she is lacking of some frens2 relate to..&lt;br /&gt;n tht, i pity her.. she shld haf stayed here.. whr thr r her frens, her relatives..but i noe its not up to her to stay or to leave. mebbe she will one dae understand e true meaning of frens.. n i reli hope she gets well frm her sickness n tht her knees will no longer be pain n bleeding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mani things i want to be freed frm.. its hard to find someone to tok to.. afterall.. i dont noe who to trust animre..&lt;br /&gt;e nvrending disguises n masks..hidden frm their true faces.. i hope they will be revealed soon. i hope to shine. to shine out frm my space. to find somewhr else to go... a betta place, with new faces n alien surroundings. perhaps i can start betta anew thr.. &lt;br /&gt;but i noe i wont be able to leave my space, to go meet new faces n to go experience e alien surroundings. here, e coward of me.. will nvr learn to stand up straight n accept e changes.&lt;br /&gt;i jst cant.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108463512603303889?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108463512603303889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108463512603303889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post_15.html' title='&lt;&lt;to shine is to be ureself&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108446427423471703</id><published>2004-05-13T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T00:04:34.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;paarrrt-aae.babee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee*!&lt;br /&gt;exams are over. so happi can? jst reached home..after a fun-filled dae with my gurlfreeeens! soooo haaapi! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reaaaasons of why im sooo happi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cos able to tok to myyyyy frenss after not communicating fer a while.&lt;br /&gt;2. bought lotsa things! ok, not alot actually.. (: one handbag(its pink!! gurls out thr, dont be jealous) and one black top =D&lt;br /&gt;3. i watched....guess wad guys..? i watched.. TROY! omiggosh!!! todae jst opened! woooo.. so niceeeee lo (: but so sad also..so sappy.. me, cel n yilin were practically bawling like a baby )':&lt;br /&gt;4. had a veeeeeri funnnn*! conversation on da bus with yilin n ceeeel. soooooo coool u noe. hhaahas. glad to be kept update on e recent "news"!! =x den sitting behind us, 2 malay guys..going : whoooowhoooowhoooooo.. on a conversation.. --" irritating but exremely funni.. me n cel were practically lufffing our heads off while toking.. *hahahas-&lt;br /&gt;5. tmmmmr no sch!! = lateeee slping toniteeee! been so longgg since i slept lateeee.. soooo happpppi! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr..hmmm..im gonna carrrry my hannndbag n gooo parkwae to meeet yiilin..go MPH buy lotsa booooks. soooo fuuun *happi..luff luff luff until die*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108446427423471703?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108446427423471703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108446427423471703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/05/party.html' title='PARTY!'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108436360893525029</id><published>2004-05-12T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T20:06:48.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-i.love.you-</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;fer my dearest mommy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommi... (12.o5.2oo4)&lt;br /&gt;missing u alot. sigh.. todae is a reli sad dae fer me..&lt;br /&gt;kept thinking of u so much..on e bus, while doing exams, while studying,while walking..so much mre..&lt;br /&gt;nvr reli spend a great deal of time with u.. dont even haf mani memories of us tgr. thts realii sadd.&lt;br /&gt;muffie is meowing now..i tink she wans to noe u..afterall, u 2 nvr met b4. ): reli miss u so much..cant reli concentrate much on e activites i did todae. sigh* &lt;br /&gt;jst wanna tell u i lurve u lots, fereva n alwaes (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108436360893525029?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108436360893525029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108436360893525029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/05/iloveyou.html' title='-i.love.you-'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108428110781887119</id><published>2004-05-11T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T21:11:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends II</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahhas! saw one cute guy on e busss todaeee! so freaaking cute lo &gt;.&lt; hehehehehehe.. jst h.o.t =x &lt;br /&gt;oops..guysfren out thr..sorrie &gt;.&lt; i promise to write abt u all todae..buthen todae no mooddd..feeling soooo high! hahas, after seeing tht, ahem..cute guy (: sooooo soooorry can ): &lt;br /&gt;*psst: brian! hahas.. sorrrie ya? not todae =/ i promise after e exams i sure write! okieee? *goochheee =x&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall be gddy n go study my physics&lt;br /&gt;*sighh..butterflieess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108428110781887119?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108428110781887119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108428110781887119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-friends-ii.html' title='My Friends II'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875655.post-108419692467494009</id><published>2004-05-10T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T18:56:34.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GurllFriends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;&lt;jst a lil smth&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dear Lord haf alwaes been faithful to me.. altho ive nvr been readg his word daily.. *feels.bad* but Lord, i jst wanna saeeeee, thank u sooooo much..n i LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!! muaaaahhh*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anssleyy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hheyyy gurllll! noe u beeeetta this yr..found out tht ureeee so nice..so funni..sooo sweet.. diabetes &gt;.&lt; hahas. veri clever gurl.. thanks fer letting me join into e conversations.. (: thanks ya..e daes at MPH are reeeeal fun! XD so mani bks we bought..MPH made lots money tht dae. hahas.. n at starbucks also.. when we're suppose to be "studying"..n we go siglap fer e fish soup as well.. lol.. like ym said, im obsessed with it (: but in aniwae, i loveeee you n thanks fer being my fren *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baaaoyii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baaaaaoooooooyiiii! hahas, i reli missss you so much. reli, i promise.. reli miss those sssooo long ago times..we toooook so mani prints.. luffing here n thr..n on buses to orchard..to cineleisure..to watching movies. everi lil bit of it, its registered in my mind..so if u tot tht mebbe..i've 4gotten you..i didnt.. ure still on my mind (: im glad ive a fren like u, n i noe i can count on u ya? (: thanks. *hugs n kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celineee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ceelllineee!!! wheee* hahas. wad a terrific fren u r! loveeee u so much, misss u sooooo much also.. missss those times we went tamp..watch movies.. hahs, u skipped ure cell grp once to watch nitey moviee with me.. *sigh, those were e times.. -ponders-&lt;br /&gt;walk with e Lord daily alright?!! mst set gd example to e rest of us eh? ;p heh heh.. hopefully nxt time i can go2 ure church agn (:&lt;br /&gt;hugs n kisses alright? n i loveeeeee u to bits n pieces n pieces to bits &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chhiouu.hueey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, ch..veri cheeeky n fun to be with..alwaes mking us luff (: loveeee u too u noe? heh heh..u alwaes noe when im upset or wad..ure e most sensitive in e grp i guess.. n i reli wanna thank u fer cheeering me up during my darkest moments..mking mee smilee ear to ear.. thank u ferrrr being so nice, sooooo kind to meee (:&lt;br /&gt;so paaaatient n understanding..helping me buy this n tht.. when i sick u help me with this n tht.. *sigh..ure so nice..but so easily tken advantage of.. but im glad uve e patience to carry things out..to brighten ppls' daes..tho ures may not be a bright one.. ure a veri brave gurll.. n i loveeee you (: *hugsss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dadaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smooochs! how r u leh?! hahas. miss u so much u noe u noe u noe?!! hope ure fine.. heh! reli miss those daes when i go ure hse ya?!! tho its soo far..but still so fun! ^^ den we eat lotsa choccs. *drools.. u miss me ma? alwaes smile smile kkkk?!! bubbbly gurl. XD hugssss n kissssess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junnnnnneee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh! e prettttti gurl. juneeee, missssss u soooo muchie muchie muchie! last time, alwaes come my hse one..den plae with me bro's hamsters.. hahs, once nini came also rmb? den i placed one hamster on her shoulder..n she practically freaked out.. so mani memories..i doubt u rmb it alreadi, but still... its in my mind n i'll alwaes rmb it (: thanks fer giving me soooo mani pleasant memories.. n i loveee you as well.. *hugsss n kisses -&gt; don eeks! its a lovely gesture ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peeiiiiniii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh..one lovely gurl.. miss u gurl, so muchh.. used to be so clse but yet now drifted aprt.. misss u so much, oops did i repeat it? yah, so mani things we used to do..even when to sch tgr, fer a period of time eh? hahas..alwaes tell me come fetch u one..den mst wait n wait n wait.. n i alwaes complain n complain n complain. but wad i did not noe of is tht.. ure alwaes helping me..be it secretly or wad..i still rmb.. tht time we late tgr..den i was sick.. (seems to me im alwaes sick)..we took cab to sch..den i kenna detention cos too mani times late..but u offered to tk my detention..telling e tcher tht its cos of u den i late de.. im reli touched by it gurll.. can still rmb till now.. mebbe u 4gotten it but i wont (: cant believed u came choir to pei wo! lol.. well, not reli pei wo..tricked u into coming choir to suuuffer tgr. hahas =x under e torture of "u noe who". buthen..dono why..this yr..my patience fer u wore out..den ures fer me too.. n we began to quarrel so much.. im reli sad bout it.. i guess u r too.. den e **** thing. drifted us so far aprt..mebbe thrs a differnt reason to wad reli happened, but i tink its partly of him i guess.. i wish all e best btw u n him ya? (: miss u so much.. hope we can get tgr n tok agn.. things seem to be rather of awkward these few months. but i believe it will improve, n so will our frenship ya? love u gurl, alwaes.*psst, n ure stupid mosquito joke, i tink i told to quite alot of ppl..hahas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waaannyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wannnnnyu!! hahas, wanna thank you fer staying by me..when things happened...n u being my fren.. mebbe smt u blamed me fer wad happened btw e 2 grps..n im sorry fer it.. maybe if its not becos of me.. den things wont be so bad...saw ure blog e other dae.. don degrade ureself to tht standdard alright? ure not tht person u described. ure not ugly, i tink ure beautiful. so beautiful to e standard tht ppl will alwaes wan to be ure fren.. n tht, ppl cldnt bear to bring u dwn.. cos ure alwaes so nice..these arent empty words. i jst type wad came to my mind. n ure tht- beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;frens dun care abt material possessions.. i wish u all e best.&lt;br /&gt;hugsss n kissess*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yillllinn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiiiilin! (: veri bubbly ar u! hahas..alwaes 'mking jokes' but not reli tht funni =x loveeee u soooo much.. (: my veri 1st close fren in sec 3e6! hahas. but u alwaes keep things to ureself..open up la! haiyoh.. nvr fail to brighten up one's dae.. n tht smile on ure face brings a smile to another's face..n it carries on in a chain.. a miracle eh? tht a gurl her size can produce such capability ;p hahas, k la..don mk fun of u..don xiao kan her..alot ppl chase one ok. -hugssssss.muaahhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yiiimeeeeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO IT!, jst DO IT! =x hahas, lotsa fun times with you....u rock gurl! hahas. veri mental la u.. ;p but its reli fun, being with you..heh...loveeeeee u u u u u u u uuuuuuu. i love eeeee fishiee soup. see la! intro me e soup..now i mst drink everidae. sigh* hahas..rmb e protestants n catholics?!! lol..thts soooooo lame. gosh man! hahas.. who ever tot of tht?!!! alot of happi memories with you.. (: but ure veri easily irritated huh? esp when ure waiting fer ppl..or when ure studying, ppl disturb =x hahas..okiee..shine on ya?!! *hugsss n smoooooooochies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuuu.yingg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ding dong ding dong! wake up! hahas.. so blur so cute ;p those tuition times r soo fun! hahas.. tokin bout gurls behind us n e "couple"..heh heh.. study hard! so blur &gt;.&lt; ltr get alll e facts wrong..veri preeeeti..so mani ppl like *jealouss i loveeee youuuu (: thank you fer being by my sideeee. heh.. xie xie! XD smileeeeee! look veri swt when u smile. heh heh.. shineeee onn *hugsss n smooooochies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-alll my gurlfrenss..i love u guys.. (: thanks fer being part of meeeee!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875655-108419692467494009?l=pinkclassics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108419692467494009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875655/posts/default/108419692467494009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkclassics.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-friends.html' title='My Friends'/><author><name>pinkclassics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262352003294334158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
