<?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-14480537</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:58:55.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[hohum]]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</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>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-116681278984676321</id><published>2006-12-22T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:39:49.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2896/1297/1600/272234/final3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2896/1297/320/540250/PICT1400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2896/1297/1600/524226/PICT1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*stuff going on in shawn's head*&lt;br /&gt;looks like what's left of snog's blog is memories of the good old time...&lt;br /&gt;this few days have been a roller coaster ride and whatever i did during those days i dont regret at all. &lt;strong&gt;I love her&lt;/strong&gt; and if we're meant to be together then someday we will. I'll wait for her and i'll be there for her when she needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only succeeded in freaking her out? I didnt expect to turn out this way either =( . All I wanted was for her to be happy... but then again i dont regret my actions because at least i told her how much i love her and made known my feelings towards her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted not taking the initiative to do anything during year 05 ... hai I know nuts about dating and stuff... ah well...it's hard to forgive myself but after what she told me it made sense and it's no point cause either way she's leaving. I'll rather wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now whenever i think about her the image of her beautiful smile comes into my mind =)&lt;br /&gt;she's happier there now and i'll be happy for her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waiting...and whatever i wrote in the card will always remain true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We do not remember time, we remember moments'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-116528388525772188?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/116528388525772188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=116528388525772188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/116528388525772188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/116528388525772188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/12/stuff-going-on-in-shawns-head-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-115107154900964426</id><published>2006-06-23T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:05:49.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HI GUYS I MISSSS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it's been such a long time since anyone of us last blogged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If you wanna know what's been going on, or the latest happenings, direct yourself to this website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://Swang-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;http://Swang-.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We're laazyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*SWANG &amp; shhushhan&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/14480537-115107154900964426?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/115107154900964426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=115107154900964426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/115107154900964426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/115107154900964426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/06/hi-guys-i-missss-you-its-been-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113991907965362625</id><published>2006-02-14T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T04:55:52.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY V'DAY EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my sister was complaining to me yesterday about not having a date on vday. and i told her, its ok, i dont have a date either! i went to harbour yesterday to get vday gifts and i'm so happy i managed to keep the cost within my budget! ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OH STEF'S HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hi! i hope all of u enjoyed the cookies that i made for all of ya plus the bottled sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sorry all the cookies broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I hope u all enjoyed the cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SHAN SAYS IT TASTES LIKE DETERGENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;humph.huff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Shan wants me to write wad i gave her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I gave her a butter cookie that i made in the shape of a tennis player, a bottle filled with sweets, and a red rose(which signifies PASSION!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*swang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok. anyway, i made oatmeal cookies on sunday and they turned out really good! (according to eveyrone. i didnt get to try it). then i bought M&amp;amp;Ms and chocolate cubes and gummies and wrapped it up in celllophane paper. i only managed to make 30. i didnt have enough so i ended up giving everyone ONE chocolate each. i'd be like, open your mouth, happy v day! then hug them. hahah the best! so personal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i was very tired by the time i got home so i took a cab from the bus stop. waited 10 mins for a bloody cab to come, and the fare was like 2 90. i was like.. whaat. 2 90 cos he took bloody long to make a three point turn. then he was like, peak hour now, so one dollar extra. $3.90!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my maid's gone back and she'll be back in a month so now i have to help my mom with the housework. i helped her make dinner just now and she told me to wash the veggies. i was like. okkkk. then i was eating the overcooked veggies and i found a stone in between the leaves. wooops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh btw has anyone ever tried going on a chilli diet? i ate a whole lot of chilli during recess and my tummy was burning for a very very long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok stef your cookie really tastes like detergent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, what are ya'll doing this weekend? how about a vday outing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;3 shhushhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113991907965362625?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113991907965362625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113991907965362625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113991907965362625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113991907965362625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-vday-everyone-my-sister-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113914746371171921</id><published>2006-02-05T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T05:51:03.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;How have your weeks been?&lt;br /&gt;Mine's been... interesting i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Had a hoo haa at home because of some stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna say cos i'm pretty.. uhm.. embarassed? ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;both i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the March holidays are coming up,&lt;br /&gt;something to look forward to i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Let's all go out and catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since i hung out with ya all.&lt;br /&gt;(Shan's an exception obviously)&lt;br /&gt;So.. let's go bowling or something.&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to look forward to yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Hope u all are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113914746371171921?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113914746371171921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113914746371171921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113914746371171921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113914746371171921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113886659634956494</id><published>2006-02-01T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T04:51:44.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEW YORK - If you have computer files you'd rather not lose, now is a good time to make sure your anti-virus software is up to date. A worm set to activate Friday will corrupt documents using the most common file types, including ".doc," ".pdf," and ".zip."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hundreds of thousands of machines are believed to be infected, mostly in India, Peru, Turkey and Italy, said Mikko Hypponen, chief research officer for Finnish security company F-Secure Corp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The worm, known as "CME-24," "BlackWorm," "Mywife.E" or a number of other monikers, even tries to disable anti-virus software that is out of date, he said.Thus, users should make sure their software is turned on and has the latest definitions, generally available for free from the software vendor's Web site. F-Secure also has created a free removal tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"If you are infected, and you find out about it today, you still have time to get rid of the virus," Hypponen said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As worms go, the spread of BlackWorm is relatively low. But worms these days are generally designed to help spammers and hackers carry out attacks, not to destroy files as this one does. So the impact this time may be more severe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Microsoft Corp. &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/technet/security/advisory/904420.mspx" target="_blank"&gt;issued an advisory Tuesday&lt;/a&gt; warning customers about the worm, which affects most versions of its Windows operating system. (MSNBC.com is a Microsoft - NBC joint venture.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Users should be safe if they have the latest anti-virus software or if their computers are set with limited privileges, a common setting in larger organizations. They are vulnerable if they, like many small business and home users, leave their computers set with full administrative rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And users should check the date on the computer. The worm hits the third of every month, so if the computer's local calendar settings are off, Hypponen said, files may be destroyed sooner or later, even if the computer is never turned on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quoted from&lt;/span&gt; http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/11114993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;careful guys &gt;&lt;                                                                            &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                         ~bczd     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113886659634956494?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113886659634956494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113886659634956494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113886659634956494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113886659634956494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-york-if-you-have-computer-files.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113863215198632143</id><published>2006-01-30T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T06:42:32.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that I could travel throught time.&lt;br /&gt;If i could I'd go back to that fateful december holiday when we first snuck out.&lt;br /&gt;I wish we are what we were that day&lt;br /&gt;I wish for us to be together&lt;br /&gt;I wish for us to remember what we had.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that my wishes would come true&lt;br /&gt;and I wish for all of yours to come true too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;[ilyasm]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113863215198632143?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113863215198632143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113863215198632143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113863215198632143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113863215198632143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-really-wish-that-i-could-travel.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113827540880942990</id><published>2006-01-26T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T03:36:48.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG TIME NO BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Wassup everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cut my hair today!&lt;br /&gt;it's short short short!&lt;br /&gt;sooo short!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but it looks ok i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Am not used to it at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY MONEY MONEYYYY&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year is all about the MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;no.. joking.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa...&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be about visiting family?&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could go to Aussie or England to visit mine but nooo i'm spending chinese new year&lt;br /&gt;HERE!&lt;br /&gt;in the small country of SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie tmr with the chicks.&lt;br /&gt;YIPS YIPS!&lt;br /&gt;let's go out one day&lt;br /&gt;SOON!&lt;br /&gt;set?&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113827540880942990?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113827540880942990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113827540880942990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113827540880942990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113827540880942990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-time-no-blog-haha-wassup-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113809252631087695</id><published>2006-01-24T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:48:46.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay i haven blogged for really a long while. so much things have happened for e past few dont know how many weeks. and im too lazy to spell it out. and i'll feel bad if i dont actually lke blog here. cause i still love you guys. : D &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its been 24 days into the month! but it feels less. time passes realy fast. oh yeah. chinese new year is coming soon so have u guys got your resolutions alrdy? haha. OH. my elder sister's coming back from melbourne soon! YAYY. haha. i miss her so much! i wonder how skinny she is now. haha. i havent seen her in YEARS. but the onlyproblem is where shes gonna sleep and have her cpboard space cause i take so much space! HEEHEE. and i totally need to go shopping! i wanna go forever 21! hopefully theres a new season of clothes there. i just hope she wont act like some naggy grand mother telling me i cant do this and that. its like when she talks to me on msn she'll tell me that i cant do this and that. its how irritating. but nvm. shes gna get married soon i WISH. ben's not too bad i guess. HAHA. and i know shes gna read this thats why im purposely typing this here. haha. and she had better get me loads of gifts! -glares-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ohya. shld i get u guys vday presents? haha. omg i love janet! shes like giving me early for dont know what reason.  ohh. im actually having chinese common test on v day. what the hell is that lah. OH. its farley's bdae nxt week! YAYY. haha. and its damn infuriating lah. i cant skip choir on his bdae. ass. okay. i think i better go now. today got so lil hmwk! only gotta do chinese compo. and my tuition hmwk. gotta go now. love you guys! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;terrie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113809252631087695?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113809252631087695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113809252631087695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113809252631087695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113809252631087695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-i-haven-blogged-for-really-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113760095314374753</id><published>2006-01-18T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T08:15:53.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go watch memoirs of a Geysha&lt;br /&gt;Let's all go on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Zj will be back in Singapore by then.&lt;br /&gt;SHALL WE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sms me or tag or.. i dno.&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME IN SOMEWAY&lt;br /&gt;A.S.AP&lt;br /&gt;so i can plan for u all since all u lazy bumms hate planning!&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym again&lt;br /&gt;Wahh my legs muscles are so cramped up it hurts to walk&lt;br /&gt;geee!&lt;br /&gt;Hope i keep this up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113760095314374753?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113760095314374753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113760095314374753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113760095314374753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113760095314374753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/ehhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113751545525355215</id><published>2006-01-17T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:42:09.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my Lit,&lt;br /&gt;I think i did a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;*pats self on the back*&lt;br /&gt;At least i'm doing my homework now.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym to work out with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty proud of what i clocked in today.&lt;br /&gt;Ran, did some leg and arm exercises.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sure that tmr i'll have major muscle ache.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;I want to be as fit as &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shumei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully N.A.F.A's 2.4 won't be so hard to do this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem &amp;amp; POA test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;*stabs self*&lt;br /&gt;eeks.&lt;br /&gt;I need HELP(!) in chem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113751545525355215?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113751545525355215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113751545525355215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113751545525355215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113751545525355215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-finished-my-lit-i-think-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113742154507658024</id><published>2006-01-16T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T06:28:45.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hey hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;Shawn here wishing all of you a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy new year&lt;/span&gt;! ...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Let me tell you a little something... I WOKE UP TODAY THINKING IT WAS TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It happened at 9 plus... i woke up feeling something was amiss ... then it occured to me that i maybe late fer sch... so i hurried and changed into my school uniform ...it was then my maid came up to my room and called fer me to come down fer dinner ... andd i was like WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hahaha isn't it funnae?&lt;br /&gt;I blogged! ...finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shawnny- Xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113742154507658024?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113742154507658024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113742154507658024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113742154507658024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113742154507658024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-hey-hey-shawn-here-wishing-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113707469102708197</id><published>2006-01-12T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T06:04:51.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT MY SEXY NEW LAPTOP&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HOT&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;herre are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;but they wont show it's true beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT2674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/200/PICT2674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;compact and sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT2675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/200/PICT2675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT2675.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;It slides. (silently)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;whoots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT2676.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/200/PICT2676.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT2677.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/200/PICT2677.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch screen ability&lt;br /&gt;plus fingerprint security!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HOT!&lt;br /&gt;AND I SHALL NAME HERRRR&lt;br /&gt;SHAN2&lt;br /&gt;aahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A HOT NAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAN I LOVE UUUU!&lt;br /&gt;heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113707469102708197?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113707469102708197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113707469102708197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113707469102708197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113707469102708197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/got-my-sexy-new-laptop-its-hot-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113698433479478829</id><published>2006-01-11T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T08:23:03.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i went to the mosque yesterday. it rained half an hour after i got there. you see the black sheet on the ground, i dont think it was a very good idea cos it was very slippery. and there were little bits and pieces of goat and lamb insides splattered on the ground. anyway, i stepped out of the car and i could smell and hear the goats. not a very pleasant sight/sound/smell. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i walked straight to the slaughter site and i was trying to make my way through very sweaty bloody men with headless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;goats slumped over their shoulders.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;its quite gruesome how the lambs get slaughtered. first they have to catch the lamb, then they have to bring it to the slaughter site and they can't let go no matter how hard the lamb struggles. but i think there was this guy who let go of his lamb. anyway, their necks get sawed open and theyre left to bleed to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/P1010188.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/P1010187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/200/P1010187.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nice? n&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/P1010196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/320/P1010196.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ice or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/P1010184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/200/P1010184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the goat being slaughtered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/P1010177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/200/P1010177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is not very gross, but the guy is quite cute! hahahahah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113698433479478829?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113698433479478829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113698433479478829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113698433479478829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113698433479478829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-went-to-mosque-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113664358776677616</id><published>2006-01-07T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T06:19:47.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: Run out of Steam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;A bit weird.. yes i know.&lt;br /&gt;The next one will be easier.&lt;br /&gt;and here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINT: 5 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT2673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/320/PICT2673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113664358776677616?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113664358776677616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113664358776677616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113664358776677616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113664358776677616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/ans-run-out-of-steam-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113664113791738751</id><published>2006-01-07T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T05:44:18.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;since steph is the only one posting .. i will post more.. hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   oh yea.. i busted my ankle..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; real bad.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;didnt get fractured or anything.. but ye.a. cant walk..&lt;br /&gt;cant even step down on that foot.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well...went for band today.. had cca mace? or isit maze.. anyways.. its the thing where u promote cca to sec 1 and parents..&lt;br /&gt;tiring crap.. needed to hao lian and play all the cool rubbish we could think of.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;after slacked in band rm while the others went to buy lunch and ba cao mee for me.. lol&lt;br /&gt;ate.. and had alumni.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*YES* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to many people came..had like no tuba.3 trombones.2 eupho.3 horns. 2 trumpets.4!!! flutes.2 clars.1 baseclar.1 basson.3 perc. hahaha.. pathetic? well.. it actually sounded ok la.. zzz. as usual. mr chiang conducted&lt;br /&gt;we played new song. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;suite of celtic folk songs&lt;/span&gt;. same old &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;impressions of jap&lt;/span&gt;. didnt touch &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;aerodinamics&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;howls moving castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this time though... anyways.. concerts in march.. 18th i think..&lt;br /&gt;they gonna start calling ppl down for band le.. finally. thinking of some light  songs to fill concert with..hahah..&lt;br /&gt;ah well.. hopped arnd like a bunny today.. my non broken leg almost died.. and it almost sprained too..hahah while walking down stairs when leaving sch.. best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anyways.. all must come to our concert in march.. hahah.. it'll be good.. i think =p&lt;br /&gt;ai.. its the weekend.. i cant even go out or even walk arnd the house without struggling.. blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh.. cant even walk without cruches.. how pathetic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"if who i am is what i have, and what i have is lost , who am i?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~bczd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113664113791738751?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113664113791738751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113664113791738751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113664113791738751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113664113791738751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/since-steph-is-only-one-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113646786723362348</id><published>2006-01-05T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T05:31:07.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, i'll try my best to post a cute riddle(?) every alternate day.&lt;br /&gt;Try and guess what it's trying to say!!!&lt;br /&gt;hint: 4 words! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT2662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/320/PICT2662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;I'll post the answer tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Happy guessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113646786723362348?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113646786723362348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113646786723362348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113646786723362348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113646786723362348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-today-onwards-ill-try-my-best-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113646178844559164</id><published>2006-01-05T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T04:09:32.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;how is everyones week? tiring? yes i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lets see how my typical day goes by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6-6.30 --&lt;/span&gt; wake up/get rdy for sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7-2/3/4 --&lt;/span&gt; school.. dreadful.. tiring.. fun. stupid.. educational0.o"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2/3/4-6/7 -- &lt;/span&gt;BAND .. oh how stupid u are.. go there.. learn nothing.. waste our enegy playing when the student conductor sucks and our juniors are not willing to learn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7+ --&lt;/span&gt; reach home.. yay! finally.. home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7-8 --&lt;/span&gt; dinner/shower ok now im just pooped.. so tired.. sleep.. but nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;8-11 -- &lt;/span&gt;sleep cos im so freggin tired? or do work..usually sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;11-2+ --&lt;/span&gt; do work if i slept. barely can do any work cos its so late anyways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2-6 -- &lt;/span&gt;sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get home.. too tired to do almost anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your day something like mine? hope not &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.. look on the bright side.. tomorrow will be a better sunnier day.. (if i doesnt rain &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention? we had to do pushups in the rain..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.. im sure i wont get sick ^^&lt;br /&gt;i really dont remember sec 3 being so tiring.. *faints into a deep slumber*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;at least this will teach us to appriciate every second of the 86400 we have a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;day........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    -bczd-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113646178844559164?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113646178844559164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113646178844559164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113646178844559164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113646178844559164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-is-everyones-week-tiring-yes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113645320988157690</id><published>2006-01-05T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T01:26:51.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, usually i hate travelling home myself because i'm VERY lazy.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, there are times when i see interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a squished frog with it's guts spewing out of it's mouth. Sick but... interesting. It's not everyday that u get to see a frog eating it's intestines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bird whose body was ... shall i say torn in half with maggots and ants feasting on it's rotting flesh. It smelt SO bad... Again, sick, but interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago i saw the head of a bird squished on te road with it's body no where to be seen. I suspect that it's stuck on someone's car wheel or something.... maybe a bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, i saw a fish floating in the long kang. Nothing weird or gross right? WELL... it was dead. AND it had a BIG chunk of ... it's body bitten off. Flies were just... laying their eggs in the wound and all that crap. It was gross. I could see it's bones, it's rotting meat and... blood? i dunno there was red stuff. The thing that shocked me was it's size! I hardly doubt that the murky waters of the long kang is the habitat for... some kind of carp or something. I think someone bought it from the market and threw it in. AND WHY DOES IT HAVE A CHUNK OF ITSELF BITTEN OFF?! whoot! Mystery of the YEAR! ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. I took a picture. Sorry if it's not clear. My hp cam sucks. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/Picture(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/200/Picture%2821%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I GOT MOVED!... i'm so... sad!... My teacher changed my place in class. He wanted to move the talkative girl in class. Thus, he made us switch place. Now i'm so screwed! I used to sit next to WeiQi cos she's a studious girl who's really nice and she's not exactly talkative and yet not quite quiet but she's really fun to talk to. I sat next to her hoping that my grades might pick up. BUT. now i'm moved next to a PREFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular prefect isn't the.. guai guai hard working type of prefect. She's usually sleeping in class or she's on leave or she's argueing with the teachers. So most of the time i'll be a loner (which i was today cos she was helping in the orientation for Sec 1s) or we'll be sleeping together(ew sounds wrng) and we'll be like ... lost. cos i won't know what's going on in class... ahha. what can i say? I'M AN AIR-HEAD! ahaha. but don't get me wrong, she's a NICE and funny person. Just not a good sitting partner for the O'level year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to talk to my teacher to ask if i could change back. I was so desperate... anyway, he said "I'll think about it"... at least it gave me some hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a CUTE table dustbin(Binny) to schoool today. It's my frienddd! I was so alone at the corner of the class with the AIR for my sitting partner... Binny gave me a hug... ... ...  ugh. i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope you had a good day at school!&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113645320988157690?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113645320988157690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113645320988157690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113645320988157690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113645320988157690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-know-usually-i-hate-travelling.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113622905508080473</id><published>2006-01-02T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:10:55.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOSTS ARE SCAARY&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY'RE AFTER MEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhahaahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;with their... stringy hair and...&lt;br /&gt;aha.&lt;br /&gt;they're after meee.&lt;br /&gt;i don't dare to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113622905508080473?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113622905508080473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113622905508080473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113622905508080473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113622905508080473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2006/01/ghosts-are-scaary-and-theyre-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113553273284999492</id><published>2005-12-25T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T09:45:38.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HELLO! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;long time no post. damn. for almost one whole month. ah wells. i didnt even post for my birthday. ah wells. mainly in the day i went out with my besties jan, chloe and jac. u know we planned that outing damn early and even what to wear and everything! it was sooo funny. we took alot of photos at starbucks. hahaha. then at night i had this dinner party for SNOG. yupp. shan and shawn didnt go though. shan was sick i think. yeah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyway, im left with sooo much hmwk i think i can really faint. i got sooo many essays to do. i think im really gonna die on the 1st day of school. chinese new year shld come soon! haha. then have hols again. but then again, kevin agrees with me that hols make u fat! hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was off to korea on the 9th dec. and supposedly jeaneatte was supposed to be taking the same flight as me but i didnt see anybody like her on the plane. it was filled with so many blacks. scare me ahs. hahaha. and when i came back on the 21st, i didnt realize that so many stuff happened while i was gone. ah wells. BUT i saw snow in korea! like how cool is that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and ive been partying and going out like so often since ive come back. this is badddd. i shall blog abt it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;23rd dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was sleeping till 12 plus when i woke up realizing that i was supposed to go out with kev and janan. HAHAHA.  by time i got out of bed i was like just in time to like bathe and dress to get outta the house. me n janan were late lah. cause he was playing his ps2. hahaha. only poor kev was on time. heh. but i reached first before janan so i went to find kev somewhere in x square. haha. then it was like quite awkward cause it was my first time seeing him after knowing him since last year june. he told me that. haha. we went to ps to check out the timings for narnia. then the queue was soo long so we had to wait so long before we could buy tickets. janan came while we were queuing la. i have a secret with him abt kev. HAHAHA. im not gna tell kev. :P  then we bought tix for 520 show. then we went to play pool first. I rock lah! hahaha. i beat both of them! WHEE! okay but janan's still like the pro lah. he taught me n kev so many tricks that we wld never imagine of mans. i can understand why his physics is good. lol.  then after we played a few rounds, we rushed back for our movie. we went to 7-11 to get pizzas and drinks to sneak into the movie. hahaha. kev's idea of the cute pizzas. we all took crab and cheese. and this bigg fruit tree fresh apple juice with aloe vera. hahaha. they were sooo funny playing with the microwave to heat the pizzas up! LOL. then we rushed up. when we went in we were in time for the chicken little advert to switch off your hp! janan was like so delighted. sometimes i wonder how old he is. hahaha.  =x  i sat in between both of them lah. and so we put in the straws but they disappeared inside cause the drink was soo tall. hahaha. and we cldnt take it out. so we just had to all drink from it. and the pizza was fine i guess. as usual i was the last to finish eating. grr.  then the show was quite funny lah. then we were all freezing in the theatre mans. then we went to my church for dinner cause there was some form of party there. casey was there. and i forgot benjamin knows kev. so ben was like IS THAT KEVIN LIEW?! hahaha. then kev cldnt finish his food! eat so little. tskk. haha. at least janan finished his. then after a while we left lah. then we bumped into the bian tai guy in my church and kev n janan started laughing like siao. haha.  i took the same bus home with kev and poor janan had to walk all the way back to the mrt himself. awww. lol. then all the way i was chatting with kev and so now we have a secret. :D  we shld go out more often kev! HAHAHAHA. nod and agree! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;24th dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;christmas eve!!! uhhms. i woke up super late. then went out with joel ee! hahah. we walk walk abit in city hall. looking for cards but didnt succeed in the end. we drank starbucks too! my peppermint mocha. i love itttt. i forgot what joel was drinking. haha. then we went to his church buffet dinner. it was quite nice. met his cute friends. like lalang and phoebe! haha. and eddie and clovis and blah blah. damn fun lah. the concert was like so short! haha. ended so early nobody knew what to do. in the end i went off to my relative's christmas party! it was like super boring mans. jsut talked abit with my cousins and stuffs. joel cldnt stop suaning and teasing me the whole day u know. always made me feel like boxing him. hahaha. yupp. then came home conferenced a while. then talked to zd until 5am. missed those days when i did that. haha. it was really nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;25th dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CHRISTMAS! hahaha. i woke up like at 12 plus again against my will to go for a buffet lunch with my aunt and uncle and family at sembawang club. it was really good! then we went to the lounge where they made me SING. like omg. i was like sooo frigged out. jan called me and was like laughing. so stupid. haha.  then went home arnd 6 plus. used the com while preparing dinner. a bigger bunch of relatives came over again for dinner. at least my cousins were there so it was okay. and my cute nephew nathan! omg. sooooo cute u know. haha. then there was sweet home alabama on tv! bring back niceeeeee memories. sighhhhh. hahaha. then used the com the whole night till now. was talking to kev all the while. haha. yayy. we're  both gna sleep soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cant wait for the party tmr! ahhhh. hope it turns out a success mans. cant wait! hehh. too bad shawn cant be there again. sighh. okay. gtg now. yawns. good night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;terrie &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113553273284999492?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113553273284999492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113553273284999492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113553273284999492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113553273284999492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-long-time-no-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113526570837624022</id><published>2005-12-22T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T07:38:16.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; should be banned from seeing good movies.&lt;br /&gt;Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;It's a GOOD movie.&lt;br /&gt;However, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... spoilt the moood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE EG:&lt;/strong&gt; when &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Kong&lt;/span&gt; was DYING(SOBS!) -I was tearing at this point&lt;br /&gt;then, this &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;kid&lt;/span&gt; behind me was like&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Daddy, why he take so long to dieeee&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and then the&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; father&lt;/span&gt; was like,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;kid &lt;/span&gt;said,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;why the monkey take so long to dieeee&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and i was like&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mood changed from sad to annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to throw popcorn behind,&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOUR REASONS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My parents were with me&lt;br /&gt;2) that &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;kid's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;father&lt;/span&gt; was with him&lt;br /&gt;3) I HAD NO POPCORN&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm NICE NICE NICE.&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, go watch &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's worth your money and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;: BWAHAHAHA! I did not cry that much. I just teared(3/4 drops). My face didn't even turn red... hm. but my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand cried so hard. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; face was SO red and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; eyes were bloodshot. ooh... but i almost cried when the millipeeds[sp?] came out. GROSS. seriously, my eyes were watering. SO GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw something reaaally interesting when I was walking home the other day. I saw a &lt;em&gt;decapitated head of a bird&lt;/em&gt;!!! I couldn't find it's body... i think it got stuck to some car's wheel or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a picture!&lt;br /&gt;It's sensored though, so don't worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/Picture(8).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/200/Picture%288%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;If you want the uncensored pic. &lt;em&gt;just ask&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;hooboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;I'm getting quite &lt;em&gt;sadistic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113526570837624022?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113526570837624022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113526570837624022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113526570837624022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113526570837624022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/12/kids-should-be-banned-from-seeing-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113517305901109721</id><published>2005-12-21T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T05:50:59.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cheer up steph! its not THE END OF THE WORLD. relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;everyone here is behind you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*guys heres ure cue to start tagging yes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113517305901109721?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113517305901109721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113517305901109721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113517305901109721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113517305901109721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/12/cheer-up-steph-its-not-end-of-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113482557096260718</id><published>2005-12-17T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:35:37.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this where I hate being right.&lt;br /&gt;But as &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Casey &lt;/span&gt;said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All good things must come to an end&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113482557096260718?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113482557096260718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113482557096260718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113482557096260718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113482557096260718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113474949737156195</id><published>2005-12-16T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T10:09:12.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;I must say.&lt;br /&gt;Today has been an interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;Slept late, woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;and i got a call from &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shan&lt;/span&gt; to go out and i thought.&lt;br /&gt;"ah i may as well deliver the doc. to the person"&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. long story short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt; and I went out.&lt;br /&gt;We met at Boon Keng where i had to deliver the doc.&lt;br /&gt;and u noe wad??!&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WAD?!&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't open the file.&lt;br /&gt;Dno wad... There was nothing in the file!&lt;br /&gt;that's BS mann. i checked it at home and there was a file&lt;br /&gt;*grumble*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have to go back again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;*grumble*&lt;br /&gt;hurm.&lt;br /&gt;Aye. i feel so lazy to write.&lt;br /&gt;THUS.&lt;br /&gt;LONG STORY SHORT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;INTERESTING HIGHLIGHTS OF TODAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wore a &lt;strong&gt;mini &lt;/strong&gt;skirt WILLINGLY. and for those who dont go out with me often. I don't usually wear skirts. so weird. so... draft-y. hahaha. and like ZD kept laughing at me cos i kept fiddling with the skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE "FUNNY" HIGHLIGHTS OF TODAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A PIGEON SHITTED ON &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SHAN&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; shirt had one BIG shit droplet. so we went to Boon Keng MRT(the handicapped one -has it's own sink n dryer) to wash it. Problem was, i tried to get the DRYER to work. it didn't.(&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; already washed the shirt) so we told &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt;, to dry it in the MEN's bathroom then while waiting for him(&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;topless&lt;/span&gt;), we found on the Dryer was NOT spoilt! haaha. it WORKED! hee.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZD: *grumble* Ya lor. so Paisei&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When the train stopped at Doby ghaut, We suddenly had this idea to take neoprints, so we got out of the train. Next moment, we decided not to, so at the last minute, we hopped back into the train. Stupid waste of energy. hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We got lost at ChinaTown! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; almost stepped in Puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually right now... i'm gonna stop here. Cos my mind is distracted with my &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bro&lt;/span&gt;. he just send this SUPER UBER amount of photos of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ember&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt;. and i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;It's SUPER UBER ADORABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;u can just die!!!&lt;br /&gt;*squeal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THEM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113474949737156195?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113474949737156195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113474949737156195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113474949737156195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113474949737156195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113423202117217838</id><published>2005-12-11T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T08:27:08.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday 9th december&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;0730: woke up for trng at keppel but it was raining so i couldnt be bothered to get out of bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1100: got up,brushed my teeth, went to my mom's room and lazed around. somehow, her room always makes me feel safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1130: showered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1215:went down to the living room and waited for my mom for ages before we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1230:got into the car, drove 3 metres and stopped. my mom was talking to j&amp;s, the two gossip queens island view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1245:went to harbour to meet my cousins from melbourne. lunched there and i left for town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1430:i met diana, then we went around then went to tcc and sat by the window spotting the new lian and beng generation. watched pride and prejudice!!!!! i saw this girl that had eyeliner that went so high up, it looked as if she had a really bad facelift. and she was looking at me like oh, i have such pretty eyeslids, let me flutter them for you! hahahah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1930:got a cab to the yatch club for my cousin's party. didnt eat anything cos my tummy was stuffed with half a large popcorn combo and one large drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2330:GOT HOME. read stef's post. HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i tore my muscle today while stretching. oouuchh. stef came over to scan in some stuff for her mom and i asked her for 10 bucks. then she said, thanks a lot shanshan, will gladly give you $10 plus icecream!! love, auntie poh hong. hahahaha i like the "$10 plus icecream!! love," part hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;shushan:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113423202117217838?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113423202117217838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113423202117217838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/12/friday-9th-december-0730-woke-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</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-14480537.post-113414300816799934</id><published>2005-12-09T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:43:28.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's OVER.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I got my pay today&lt;br /&gt;a pathetic 72 bucks. but i had to repay my friend 10 bucks,&lt;br /&gt;but if u count the 10 bucks that Spang owes me,&lt;br /&gt;I'd have 72 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy cos i earned some money&lt;br /&gt;but i feel very cheated... I know the amount of work i did is more than 72 bucks&lt;br /&gt;Ah well&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't expect too much from being attached to a NON-profitable organisation&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a new project.&lt;br /&gt;My teacher wants me to help design a banner for her CCA that will be hung around the school for the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;I have an idea but i know, i KNOW how hard it's gonna be to do it.&lt;br /&gt;So i'll be needing ya all to help me k?&lt;br /&gt;hee ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i know how uhm stagnant[sp?] our blog has been,&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna blog everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Not this kinda things, but maybe i'll drop of a joke or some "wise"-words.&lt;br /&gt;ooh. maybe a Riddle, and we'll have a competition!&lt;br /&gt;Then ya all will gain points and on Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;whoever has the most points will get a present!!!&lt;br /&gt;HOW EXCITING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. i shall do that.&lt;br /&gt;Starting tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, MSN is... screwed!&lt;br /&gt;I have to download this crapped thing.&lt;br /&gt;but my computer hangs everytime i try.&lt;br /&gt;Egh. SHAN JUST CAME ONLINE!&lt;br /&gt;waaaaagh!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. i'm going to redownload msn&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113414300816799934?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113414300816799934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113414300816799934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113414300816799934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113414300816799934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113345157793134311</id><published>2005-12-01T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T07:39:38.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hellllos. im super siannnn. im being tortured ya know. like i have my new tuition like sooo often nowadays. its like intensive. for physics. DIE lah. later i still got her hmwk to do. today i went to tuition early in e morn and tmr morn i gotta go too. its soooo irritating lah. my beauty slp mannn. last nite i slept at 2 plus to finish her hmwk. YAWNS. =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyways. im like suuper sad tooooo. cause like my stupid mum says that i have to put my hp on her table by midnight every night cause my phone bill's too high. and i figure she knows im on e fone like every night. SIGH. depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyways. i went out today! after clearing my cupboard i went out to meet ruishan and sam! its cass's birthday anyways. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CASSANDRA! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yeah. when i arrived, sam just got his perfect jacket! hahah. it was like damn cool lah. when he wore it he loooked sooooo dashing! hahaha. like damn mature. tskkk. that guy's getting olddd. =p  anyways. then his friend han came and we went to starbucks to chill out. the one nxt to zara. when we went to zara after that, me and shan tried jackets that were like furrryyy! hahaha. it was like super funny lah. lol. then i saw tis top that i really likeddd! i buoght it in e end. hehh. then we went to topshop but nth nice thereee. except i found the thongs and undies damn cute! HAHAHA. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thanks for the cake and prezzie! i totally loved them! hahaha. though the strawberry shortcake was like partly ugly and ruined abit cause sam totally doesnt know how to carry a bag. i bet it swings like everywhere. HAHA. its damn fun to suan sam. ruishan gave me this COW soft toy. as in quite a big one. she said she remembered i liked COWS. hahahahaha. that almost made me laugh my head offffff u knowww. yes i love that animal! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okay gtg nowwww. byeeees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;terrie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113345157793134311?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113345157793134311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113345157793134311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113345157793134311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113345157793134311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/12/hellllos.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113336475290807653</id><published>2005-11-30T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T07:32:33.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;STUPID PHONE. not even six months old and it died?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ah. my life is so balanced. for every good thing that happens, something bad must happen too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i won my match today! :))) my next match is on friday! you seee. now i cant go for the early christmas dinner. i better win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;shhushhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113336475290807653?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113336475290807653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113336475290807653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113336475290807653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113336475290807653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/stupid-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113327489922169225</id><published>2005-11-29T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T06:35:00.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;im gonna blog a long winded one abt yesterday! it was like the best party ive ever been to! :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lauren's parents were out of town so she held this really huge party. and her house is HUGE. its like a bungalow. with a BIG swimming pool. her house is like 3 or 4 levels man. im jealous. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyways. i brought macaroni to her hs and rang the doorbell. i got a shock cause so many ppl were there alrdy. when i was walking to her main door, a few bored looking girls were standing there looking at me.1 of them said " hello! welcome to lauren's party! im annabelle. what's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i was like momentarily shocked lah. haha. b4 that i called e hs and joel was so fast to pick up e phone. HAHA. hes sexayyy. :) hotter than you lah casey. hahaha. and ive seen him when he has just woken up. and he SLEEPTALKS. hhaha. jeremy also. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okay. then when i went thru the door i saw 4 huge sofas facing each other like a rectangle and a dance floor. wth. then i saw kawai lah! shocked. saw familiar faces. like rizza and athiyah and jeremy! :)  then settled down damn fast with e girls there. they seem really bored at that time. lucky i was to their rescue! HAHA. whee! after a while lauren and i and her cheerleading friends all came to the dance floor. then we were supposed to dance lah. but the girls so shy. SIGH. =x  but of course lah. all e hott guys were like sitting at e sofas watching us. haha. then me n lauren n another brave girl started dancing like we were in a club or smth. damn fun lah. haha. then e other girls just stood there and stared. LOL. then after a while we got bored cause no one else danced so we just went to talk to other ppl. haha. i made sooo many new friends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; then this joel ee ah. come up and talk to me while i was leaning against the wall lah. then he was like YO. terrie right? i was on e phone just now! haha. yeah. casey's not coming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then i said no, damn sad right. hahaha. then he just laughed. right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh. then we girls planned on dunking jeremy into the pool lah. so we pretended to be chasing lauren all over and asked the guys to help us catch lauren. then when jeremy came out into the pool area we all then started pushing him into the pool lah. hahah. it was like how funny. cause he tried pulling a few girls with him in too. yupp. :) then at abt 9 plus alot of them started leaving alrdy lah. then until like 10 like that only left me n joel n jeremy n kawai and his 2 other friends bryan and brinden or smth. yep. joel and every1 else cannot stand brinden and bryan. cause they're bloody annoying. by that time joel n lauren n jeremy were in the pool having fun already lah. haha.  then they were thinking of a plan to get kawai, brinden and bryan to get out of the house lah. cause bryan is interested in this girl called annabelle that i knew there lah. then they kept harassing her on e phone to get her to agree to go with bryan to their acsi class party lah. wth. then i was trying to get them to give up. but they just wldnt leave lah. so they came up with this plan. lauren and joel were pretending to hug affectionately in e pool lah. then e 3 guys can see the pool from inside the sofa there mahh. e water is really freezing cold lah. so they purposely shout damn loud to me say " terrie ah!!! your darling jeremy needs you leh! hes freezing in the water!! he needs a huggg! he misses you!" haha then i purposely replied" sorry ah darling! i miss you toooo! give me a while okayy? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha. it was like super funny lah. but then e 3 guys didnt budge. so after a while we got fed up then lauren just went up to brinden and said" hey. do you guys really have to call annabelle in my house? cause its like terrie's darling jeremy needs her too. so i think if u all wanna leave, ur can leave lah. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahahah. like brinden really damn thick skinned lah. he was like still smiling away and didnt know he was being a pest lah. then finally after they left we had soo much peace lah. yupp. then i jumped into the pool too lah. haha. okay i wont really specify the details here. HAHA. too private. lalalala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but we played truth or dare in the pool lah. then the stuupid bottle kept turning to me. damn irritating lah. then i was being dared to kiss jeremy on e lips actually okay. then we bargained lah. so i just kissed him on e cheek instead. hahaha. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we got up a while after that and went up to her room on e 3rd floor to take turns to bathe. yupp. we were like soo hungry lah. so we ordered macs in lor. then while waiting ah, jeremy asked me to massage him lah. then like joel came in and saw me massaging him lah. then jeremy was like wah lao! damn gd lehs. i think i can almost fall aslp already lah. lol. then joel chased him off so i had to massage him. dots. and he also said " damn gd lehs. can go for a thai masseuse job alrdy lah. im also gna fall aslp man. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyways. after we ate we were watching chicken little on the laptop lah. but then i think we were like so tired that me n joel dozed off for abit lah. then they just went to sleep too. but i cldnt really slp much lah. i was like half aslp only until 6 plus then i finally fell into a solid slp. haha. and jeremy really makes alot of noise when he slps man. i told him in e morn that at nite he suddenly said hi5..... in a dreary tone. then joel didnt even remember that he sat up suddenly and talked to me okay! i was like i cant sleeppp! then he said ehh? how come you're here? then he just plonked back to sleep. like wth? haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and joel says that of all his stayovers right, the longest person to take to wake up usually is jeremy lah. but now he says i can take over him already. hahaha. he had to whack me with a pillow and whack my butt to make me wake up lah. lol. super funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i dont understand why until now i dont even feel tired lehs. wth. crazy right. haha. woah my hands tired of typing already. lol. abit long winded. okay. think i shall go watch tv now. byeeees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*terrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113327489922169225?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113327489922169225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113327489922169225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113327489922169225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113327489922169225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-gonna-blog-long-winded-one-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113318175926165558</id><published>2005-11-28T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T04:46:14.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend.. i can confidently say has been...&lt;br /&gt;VERY enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, i had a nice outing with all of yah!&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY have pictures... but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CASEY&lt;/span&gt; STILL HASN'T MET &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SHAWN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa... isn't that peculiar?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they are fated not to meet&lt;br /&gt;then again maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I have this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WICKED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; idea!&lt;br /&gt;LET'S ALL CO-HOST A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We'll invite like all our friends and have this HUGE party! It'd be damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;EH BTW, if you haven't notice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ALL of us come from ALL-GIRLS or ALL-BOYS school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Isn't that weird?! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lemme tell u about yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; and i kinda sat around and decided that we should do something about our... hm... shall i say, weight gaining? hee&lt;br /&gt;We're both getting... fatter or fat in shan's case&lt;br /&gt;So we decided, we shall have WALKIES and we shall cut down or stop snacking!&lt;br /&gt;which i have failed today.&lt;br /&gt;hahha i had a pack of chips&lt;br /&gt;*sobs* shoot me please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; and I had an ADVENTURE!&lt;br /&gt;Damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;We took &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt;'s dog out for a walk, the walked to the usual area, but then we went into... uhm.. i forgot the road name! ahahhaa. anyway, we walked along this road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; found a COCONUT&lt;br /&gt;which i thought was a mango...&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhahaa i'm so silly.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she started throwing it around to break it's HARD... husk?&lt;br /&gt;I have a MOVIE! wheeheehee&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, There was this house that was DAMN nice, and it was on SALE!&lt;br /&gt;but i'm too poor.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We walked n walked until we reached the end, which was the back of HAW PAR VILLA (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;took some pics,&lt;br /&gt;then we walked back and saw this lorry and we started to scale it!&lt;br /&gt;and we have pictures to PROVE it!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt;'s pic looked like she was humping the lorry though&lt;br /&gt;hee&lt;br /&gt;Mine looked weird too so i should laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blablabla. It doens't sound much, but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;We also decided like new stuff we could do in the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;Which is making clothes we see from magazines!&lt;br /&gt;So excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have... SO many things to count down too.&lt;br /&gt;LALALA&lt;br /&gt;How exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113318175926165558?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113318175926165558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113318175926165558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113318175926165558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113318175926165558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow-last-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113282906909233349</id><published>2005-11-24T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:45:53.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HELLO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;im finally back. ah wells. im really bored now. ive been at home for the whole day. its really starting to get into me lah. i watched what a girl wants and a walk to remember just now! i dug them out from the pile of dvds i have. heh. i cried for a walk to remember okay. my mum cried too. sighh. it was like how touching noe. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh. i need some help. i got some songs that i really wwanna dl lah. from those 2 shows. the songs are really nice man. but i just cant seem to find someone to dl it for me. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyways. my life's been totally topsy turvy nowadays. its saddening. ah wells. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. i got into this bigggggg argument with jerome. and we didnt talk for like duno how many nights man. god. but its okay now. we're talking now. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. then my mum starts becoming a total weirdooo! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just loves to scream and start yelling and becoming soooo sensitive nowadays. its like a pain in the ars but i just dont argue with her most of e time lah. and when like shes nagging on and on and u just dont look at her in the eye when shes doing that then u get hell lah. she'll start yelling and ask OI! ARE U LISTENING??! u better watch it ah! ur getting out of hand nowadays! everything i say all NO HUE right?! GO AND DO IT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. basically i think she just memorizes it and yell that at me everytime she sees me. and last time she wld just start nagging calmly abt not switching off the modem and the heater lah. but now shes always yelling at me abt the heater. urghh. and plus just like last night she just came into my room and yelled at me abt not trusting me anymore to off the modem and blah blah blah. its just a nightmare man. where did my mother go man. she never used to go out of the hs no matter how angry she was or what. but recently when shes damn angry at us or smth she'll just leave the hs quietly and come back quite soon after that. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u know i sometimes cant stand it to the point where i just wanna shout out at her that she shld be grateful that she has a daughter like me already? compared to my younger sister? u know, once i just raise my voice just one lil bit, she'll start yelling at her top of her voice abt how rude i am and everything. there was even once where she ignored me for the day until i apologized to her. but my younger sister? she screams at my mum all the time. like shes always right. and my mum rarely blows up that bad at her okay. e most my mum wld do is just start scolding her abt why shes behaving like that. im getting soooo fustrated over the years! URGHH! ive always wanted to say it for like the last 5 years u know. ah wells. anyways. i think i better go off now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i cant wait for tmr! my new bed is coming! wheeee! then i can take out all the new stuff i bought for my room already! oh yeah oh yeah. heh. =) cant wait man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hopefully tonight's dancing show will be more interesting. haha. oh whatever. tata! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;terrie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113282906909233349?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113282906909233349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113282906909233349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113282906909233349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113282906909233349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-im-finally-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113281449442150760</id><published>2005-11-24T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T22:41:34.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i regret not carrying a camera around me 24/7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; on my second day.&lt;br /&gt;and for some funny reason,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; had this weird evil plan of giving &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt; a manicure that includes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PINK NAIL POLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So we went and got the pink nail polish and a buffer...&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;We painted 3 nails and on 2, we did some weird designs.&lt;br /&gt;and was only on ONE hand.&lt;br /&gt;boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the pink we used on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT2492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="285" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/320/PICT2492.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Isn't the pink nice?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt; hates it for some reason, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;saying it's TOO pink...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;DOES THAT MAKE SENSE TO U?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;It's pink, no such thing as TOO pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;wahhahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;This is like &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ter&lt;/span&gt;'s fault!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;hahaha after u let &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; do u up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;she's been trying to do everyone up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;I almost had to go through it, but luckily &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt; was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Wahahahhahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Matthew the pretty Indian Geysha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;I wish i could load a picture of him up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;BUT, he would KILL me... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;... nahhh he wouldn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;But i'm too nice to do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;so wheepooh. too bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;however, I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SELL&lt;/strong&gt; the picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;IF the offfer is... shall i say YUMMY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;If you have the cash and u want it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;you know where to find me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Wahahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Gotta go perform like.. ONE song (-_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;At this high school gradutaion dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;guess what song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;KANON IN D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;i have NO idea why Miss Tan wants me to  play when Joyce is SO much better than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;No pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Free Labour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;ah well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;*Swang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S to Matthew ^^. don't kill me. &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/14480537-113281449442150760?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113281449442150760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113281449442150760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113281449442150760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113281449442150760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-i-regret-not-carrying-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113258471914835875</id><published>2005-11-21T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T06:51:59.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of work&lt;br /&gt;*massages temple*&lt;br /&gt;can u guess how  it went?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme just say,&lt;br /&gt;6 bucks a day is SO pathetic&lt;br /&gt;Jacq found herself a job which pays 5 bucks an hour!!!&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my arms are aching from carrying a wheel chair up and down the stairs...&lt;br /&gt;don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my role ?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO IDEA!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I just do what i'm told... so am i a... slave?&lt;br /&gt;nahh...&lt;br /&gt;Well we did some stock count, data recording, some maze contruction uhm... and... repacking.&lt;br /&gt;My back aches.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm being paid 6 bucks for transport n meals...&lt;br /&gt;SO MY LABOUR IS NOT BEING PAID FOR&lt;br /&gt;FREE LABOUR!&lt;br /&gt;unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;I had.. uhm.. fun?&lt;br /&gt;*cough* *choke*&lt;br /&gt;tmr's a new day.&lt;br /&gt;Yays! six more bucks&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113258471914835875?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113258471914835875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113258471914835875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113258471914835875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113258471914835875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-day-of-work-massages-temple-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113249443363896936</id><published>2005-11-20T05:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T05:47:13.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I JUST KNEW ABT STEPH AND MATT YESTERDAY. I AM SO SLOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113249443363896936?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113249443363896936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113249443363896936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113249443363896936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113249443363896936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-knew-abt-steph-and-matt.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113249410335812881</id><published>2005-11-20T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T05:43:53.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its unbelievable. you and you together? u guys dont know each other. its unbelievable even more "experienced" people havent progressed there yet. u think everything is fine. but i dont know. cause respect is slowly lost u know? its almost becoming a mirror image of him and her. its weird and it freaks me and ure friends out. i feel sad for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; had dibs on u first. its just sad.im sure u guys agree if u know the whole story. im shocked. u seemed innocent and all. its just strange okay. no offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caseyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113249410335812881?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113249410335812881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113249410335812881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113249410335812881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113249410335812881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-unbelievable.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113238376277678112</id><published>2005-11-19T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:08:25.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"If ever you were in the mood to say exactly what's on your mind, it's now. That means you'd better start warning your dear ones not to be too surprised by what you say and do, even if it's entirely out of character. Of course, knowing your gift for gab -- the kind that soothes and comforts -- they really shouldn't be all that shocked, but it still wouldn't hurt to prepare everyone. One never knows what will tumble out of your mouth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i got that off the horroscope thing. so. be prepared! hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway. i'm back. from obs. i was so bloody homesick on the first night. hahah thank you stef! and casey! and zd! and everyone esle at camp. i went kayaking for 6 hours. iskandar told me to sit facing my partner. so i had to paddle backwards. it was sort of a challange. anyway, weejia just had to jump into the sea. she forgot it was low tide!! and she capsized the kayak. my legs were like trapped in the middle division thing, so i oculdnt get out. and my body was trapped between the kayak and the ground. i thought i was gonna die!! hahah i got up and my legs were trembling. and now i have three beautiful bruises and scratches on my legs. really. theyre huge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;yeah, on the third day we went trekking. with our ginormous backpacks. omg hahah i pity those people who are really short. the backpack was almost as big as them la! hahaha. so we reached our campsite for that night and pitched our tents. then it started to rain. i had to hold the bloody sheet up for the people to eat and cook. anyway, there was nothing much to do that night, since it was raining and it was pretty much in the middle of no where, so i went to sleep. and in the middle of the night, i woke up in a flooded tent. gross. i was having my bloody period!! no toilets no water no tissue paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the fourth day passed by really quickly, too quickly. we built a raft and named it titanic. but it didnt sink. and it was really stable. hahaha! i'm so proud of my watch. anyway, we rafted in the quarry. and i saw lots of glass 7up bottles, like family sized. and i was like oh cool! it was all stuck together like it was trying to cover something. then i pulled one bottle out, looked at it, then chucked it aside. so after we dismentled the raft, we headed back to camp 1. iskandar was telling us about the mysterious stories of the GLASS BOTTLES in the quarry. i was like. SHIT!!!!! ahha... i'm screwed. anywaym when we got back we did our rope elements. that was quite fun. at night we went for the nightwalk. we were the only watch that did it. iskandar was like, if you see anything that may seem to be of any disturbance to you, keep it to yourself, because what you see may not appear to others. spooky. hhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;on the last day we went jetty jumping. once again, we were the only watch that did it. i'm such an idiot. i bent my knees when i jumped off. that hurt. hahha. i was supposed to "save" weejia. but when she jumped into the water, she was like. you stay here. let me spring off you. hahah! she was like dunking my head into the water continuosly. everyone jumped. we had to shout out a goal to the rest of the watch before we jumped in. then we showered, packed, and iskandar gave us his last talk. he was like. our time together has run out, and we have come to the end of the journey. it was so sad la! then he read this poem to us. and everyone cried. but i thought it was pretty funny, so i started laughing. ahahha. woops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh well. its over. and i'm bored. i have nothing to do now. i'm nto used to it! anyway, lemme give a shoutout to the people in my watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;to weejia and sam: youre the two most horrible people to sleep with! but i still love you. a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;cheryl, sylvia, lynette, debbie: we tied the best knots on the raft! hahah you guys rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the two indian girls(uhm, i don't noe how to spell ur names): you two talk non stop! you should speak in english so we can understand what youre saying! hahah but oh well, you added to the laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;lizhen, yunyu, peijing, stephanie: haha hello tiny people! thanks for being there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;nicole, natasha, and natasha: our watch wouldnt have been the same without you. thanks for cooking for us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;iskandar: youre the best instrcutor anyone could ever get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay i'm done! hahah i love you da gama!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;shhushhan :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113238376277678112?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113238376277678112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113238376277678112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113238376277678112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113238376277678112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-ever-you-were-in-mood-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113237584169107466</id><published>2005-11-19T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:50:41.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wu li*&lt;br /&gt;no energy.&lt;br /&gt;Geh i'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;I was so silly this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone with ZJ until.. maybe 2 am +?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i fell asleep... then i woke up a while later, and i FORGOT that i fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;(HOW DO PPL FORGET THAT THEY FELL ASLEEP?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i was still on the phone...&lt;br /&gt;then i was like mumbling&lt;br /&gt;"EH! why you so quiet?! Sleep already ah?!"&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;u&gt;MAX&lt;/u&gt; stupid thing was that the phone wasn't even at my ear but under my pillow&lt;br /&gt;*bonks head on the wall*&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how stupid that was...&lt;br /&gt;then i sat there and realised all these things and i spent like 5 mins laughing at myself...&lt;br /&gt;i think my dogs were a bit (-_-') at me...&lt;br /&gt;then i fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm then at 7 i woke up... and at 7.45, i went to get the car keys from my dad cos i realised that my music sheet was in the car... so blablabla i woke him up and he offered to take me to school!!!&lt;br /&gt;*bonks head again*&lt;br /&gt;the previous night, when i asked, my mom was like&lt;br /&gt;"No, you go to school yourself"&lt;br /&gt;... my dad has always been the 'nicer' one...&lt;br /&gt;I COULD HAVE SLEPT FOR LIKE AN HOUR MORE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;*grumble*&lt;br /&gt;blablabla&lt;br /&gt;Practice sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I sucked&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;My dad came to fetch me home if not... i'd be lugging my viola and violin all around orchard.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Have to leave for church in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaan i'm so washed.&lt;br /&gt;*slumps on the bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang: ZzZzZz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113237584169107466?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113237584169107466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113237584169107466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113237584169107466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113237584169107466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/wu-li-no-energy.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113214898739243832</id><published>2005-11-16T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T05:49:47.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across some jokes randomly and i think they're HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;wahahhaa..&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police officer attempts to stop a car for speeding and the guy gradually increases his speed until he's topping 100 mph. He eventually realizes he can't escape and finally pulls over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop approaches the car and says, "It's been a long day and my tour is almost over, so if you can give me a good excuse for your behavior, I'll let you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy thinks for a few seconds and then says, "My wife ran away with a cop about a week ago. I thought you might be that officer trying to give her back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey mouse and Minnie mouse are in a heated courtroom lawsuit. The judge takes his seat and calls Mickey up and says, "From what I hear, people say your suing Minnie because she is silly????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No" replies Mickey, "I'm suing her because she is f*cking goofy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A married couple went to the hospital to have their baby delivered. Upon their arrival, the doctor said he had invented a new machine that would transfer a portion of the mother's labor pain to the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if they were willing to try it out. They were both very much in favor of it. The doctor set the pain transfer dial to 10% for starters, explaining that even 10% was probably more pain than the father had ever experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the labor progressed, the husband felt fine and asked the doctor to go ahead and bump it up a notch. The doctor then adjusted the machine to 20% pain transfer. The husband was still feeling fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor checked the husband's blood pressure and was amazed at how well he was doing. At this point they decided to try for 50%.&lt;br /&gt;The husband continued to feel quite well. Since it was obviously helping out his wife considerably, the husband encouraged the doctor to transfer ALL the pain to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife delivered a healthy baby with virtually no pain.&lt;br /&gt;She and her husband were ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home, the mailman was lying dead on their porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has your week been?&lt;br /&gt;Mine has been down right dull.&lt;br /&gt;Shan's away so i can't hang out with her&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke so i can't really go out&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the mood to go out anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the brighter note, i've lost weight&lt;br /&gt;If Terrie hasn't lost weight, i'd be lighter than her...&lt;br /&gt;But i still look fat..&lt;br /&gt;weird yet interesting&lt;br /&gt;Wahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. Me signing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;[arnd 48 MORE HOURS]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113214898739243832?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113214898739243832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113214898739243832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113214898739243832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113214898739243832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-came-across-some-jokes-randomly-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113213685754501820</id><published>2005-11-16T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:27:37.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;G'd day mates! It's cold over here and its 9.29pm now... 3 hours earlier than S'pore. Hmm guess which part of OZ i'm in? ...hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Toured around Cairnes for three days...went for snorkelling at Green Island and parasailing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;haha very cool eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Went for sand boarding at the sand dune and visited tin city at williamtown. Wonderful experience...only if you guys were here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dropped by Sydney Opera House then to the habour bridge. Everything over here soo expensive... and the shops closes so early...like 6pm? so i cant really do much shopping over here. This morning i went to fish market haha had fresh oyster buffet...it is simply delicious! yummy... and the sea urchin roe tastes so sweet. Anyways Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is coming out tmr! haha go watch it ...all right that's all folks. Bye aye! take care... i gtg :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113213685754501820?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113213685754501820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113213685754501820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113213685754501820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113213685754501820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/gd-day-mates-its-cold-over-here-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113196879274137627</id><published>2005-11-14T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T03:50:26.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah hoh!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Yes i know i haven't blogged for some time&lt;br /&gt;nooo&lt;br /&gt;i haven't died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went for a run at the gym&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i'd just do a quick entry before i shower...&lt;br /&gt;so.. hm.. wassup?&lt;br /&gt;*whistles*&lt;br /&gt;.. yups..&lt;br /&gt;I just finished school last friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gehh&lt;br /&gt;but next week i have work attachment.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda regret agreeing to go&lt;br /&gt;*for one, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CLARE&lt;/span&gt; IS NOT GOING WITH ME...&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;stupid git&lt;/span&gt; told me to go with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; and i said ok... then &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; realised &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; couldn't go&lt;br /&gt;*glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*secondly, THE PAY IS SO LOW!!! IT'S CHEAP LABOUR&lt;br /&gt;I get SIX DOLLARS A DAY! an hour is perfect, but it's PER DAY!&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting scamed and i can't back out of it...&lt;br /&gt;bleagh&lt;br /&gt;i'm becoming veryy money-minded, but i need to pay my break through fund, not to mention&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS PRESENTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll juz... pick up &lt;em&gt;rocks &lt;/em&gt;and give it to u all to use as paper weights...&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha... hm. i might just do that&lt;br /&gt;=P cheaaapskate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thirdly, i don't quite like the girl i'm suppose to work with... i just... ah well... maybe i'll find something bout her that i like... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;*bonks head*&lt;br /&gt;i need to think positively&lt;br /&gt;did u noe i used to be reaaaaally positive at the start of the year? and now i'm all...&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;wahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps... mainly those i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;egh. i'm gonna shower nowww&lt;br /&gt;BEEBYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Five more days]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;melovesew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113196879274137627?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113196879274137627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113196879274137627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113196879274137627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113196879274137627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/yah-hoh-ahahaa-yes-i-know-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113162077287693249</id><published>2005-11-10T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T03:07:06.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;helooooooooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shan! blog! steph! blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. this is so hopeless. im recklessly bored. but i have so many things to do. i got like so much amath and other hmwk to finish. what kind of holiday is this man. im so gna die. help me.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. ive been going out consecutively this whole week since monday. i shall break it today. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph n my sister n ew n zj shld be watching the concert now. me n shan's left home. unless she went last min too. my god. my house will finally have peace. :) not so noisy anymore. my mum's gng to town any min too. im gna be left alone. any1 wanna come over? okay. forget it. im just really boredd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw taufik yesterday!!!!! hahaha. shan spotted him 1st. it was like how cool lah. hes actually quite tall man. much taller than shawnny. =p he actually looks quite cool man. haha. but he was with this chinese girl. hmmm. =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. me and shan are sooo sadd! shawnny's off to australia alrdy! :(( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so unfair. he gets to relax and forget everything. i wanna squeeze into his lugguage too. sighh. me n shawn met up yesterdae and went to find shan. gave me a shock when i saw leanne there. lol. but anyways. zd got really bored so i dont relaly blame him for walking off. we went to orange julius at borders there n ate banana split n nachos! yummmm. it was gd. and i think the christmas decorations in town are quite funkayye. quite funny too. slacking there was so nice. ah wells. ohya shan! post the photo of shawnny in that cool sunglasses he found in the cinema! haha. and e ending to doom is soo stupid. but the show was quite nice lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i got bitten by duno what at the park when i was with zd on the way home.we got bitten soo badly lah. or at least me. my face had 1 on my cheek u know! it bulged like damn big. lucky it subsided in the morn. urghh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i tihnk i shall go and eat dinner now. eat alone. sighh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*terrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113162077287693249?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113162077287693249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113162077287693249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113162077287693249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113162077287693249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/helooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113125536173438527</id><published>2005-11-06T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T21:36:01.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hellloooo! im backk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. how come no one's blogging anymore cept steph ah? lol. weirddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shit lah. i feel damn bad on backing out on matt during the sentosa trip. die lah. i owe them an outing. ah wells. anyways. im gonna see DAVID HUM todayyy! WHEEEEE. hahaha. thanks ew! for inviting him. HAHAHAHA. i wanna see whose this hot stuff that all my frens went googoogaga over. hehh. i also dont understand why im gng when i havent even seen his sister before. im doing this for ew man so she can be there. stupid toot. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i just watched finish winter sonata last night! hahaha. e story is okay lah but its like almost the same as stairway to heaven. no fun already. and i finally realized that bae yong jun's face is so not as clean as i thought it was. i also dont understand why all the ah sohs like to watch the show. lol. but certain parts it was sooooo sweeetttttttttttttttttt! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;damn. i hope tonight the party we wont be eating pizzas. my sister so wu liao just ordered pizza for lunch. cause we are HOME ALONE! hahaha. my maid is on leave for the 1st time in her 4 years here. lol. and my parents went to safe at harbourfront again. urgh. see the wine cooler duno how many times still cant decide whether to buy it anot. so irritating. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its chloe's birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHLOE! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;die lah. i forgot to wish shiping yesterday. damnit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im watching full house now again! i think i just watched e last disc two times in a row lah. im so obsessed with it. hehh. its really bloody nice lah. i think full house is the best korean drama ive watched. haha. okay shall go buy some crap from econ now. byeeeeeeees. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*terrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113125536173438527?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113125536173438527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113125536173438527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113125536173438527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113125536173438527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/hellloooo-im-backk.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113108818809671038</id><published>2005-11-04T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:09:48.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from friendster,&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was verryyyy interesting^^&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ROMANCE MATHEMATICS*&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + smart woman = romance&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = affair&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + smart woman = marriage&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OFFICE ARITHMETIC*&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + smart employee = profit&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + dumb employee = production&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SHOPPING MATH*&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GENERAL EQUATIONS &amp; STATISTICS*&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAPPINESS*&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LONGEVITY*&lt;br /&gt;Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PROPENSITY TO CHANGE*&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE*&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED*&lt;br /&gt;Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... cute right???&lt;br /&gt;One more week till i'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113108818809671038?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113108818809671038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113108818809671038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113108818809671038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113108818809671038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-got-this-from-friendster-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113086029140352689</id><published>2005-11-01T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T07:55:46.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been... interesting i think.&lt;br /&gt;this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dad: *hammers on the door* Get up! We're leaving to shop for groceries in 5 mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Swang: [groggy] huhhh...? 5 mins? huhhhh? What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dad: It's 11 o'clock already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Swang: *looks at bedside clock -0950* hmm...? *looks at wall clock -0950* hmm...? *looks at hp -0950* *get's out of bed, opens then door* RUBBISH LA! IT'S ONLY 9.55AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dad: Isit?! Oh... ok we'll leave at 10 am then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Swang: WE WILL LEAVE AT 11 AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dad: orh ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swang: *flops on bed again* ZzZzZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with my dad is reaaal fun!&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't do the "No, you can't have it, you're too fat"&lt;br /&gt;but he throws me at the veggies and fruits thingy and says&lt;br /&gt;"Get whatever u want"&lt;br /&gt;And i was like... HUH?! WAAAAT?! COME BAAACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;and my dad walks off...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaa... aiya in the end i got my snaaacks!&lt;br /&gt;and my mom doesn't know cos she can't go down and check cos she's on crutches... not that i like the fact that she's hurt... but it has its perks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i didn't go over to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Joyce's&lt;/span&gt; house to play tennis&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;cos my mom doens't approve of me going to someone else's house&lt;br /&gt;my dad was like&lt;br /&gt;"Ask your friend over"&lt;br /&gt;and that's exactly what i did&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ZJ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; over.&lt;br /&gt;Yeps...&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't thaaaat fun, but it's better than being home alone with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the boys cooked dinner while Shan and I watched.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna get a stomach ache later&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school HUMANITIES field trip tmr&lt;br /&gt;*pukes*&lt;br /&gt;I have to pay 5 bucks for some packet of veggies...&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to a veggie farm&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;What a total waste of time, i don't even take geog&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113086029140352689?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113086029140352689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113086029140352689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113086029140352689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113086029140352689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113068775828249285</id><published>2005-10-30T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:02:36.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play tennis with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good.&lt;br /&gt;Last time when i played with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, it's just be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*bop&lt;/span&gt;, whoooops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*bop&lt;/span&gt;, whoooops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*bop&lt;/span&gt;, whoooops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*bop&lt;/span&gt;, whoooops&lt;br /&gt;but nowww, it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*bop&lt;/span&gt;*bop&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*bop&lt;/span&gt;*bop&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*bop&lt;/span&gt;*whoooops*&lt;br /&gt;see the difference?!&lt;br /&gt;some times we just &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; m &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;P!!!&lt;br /&gt;maaan i feel so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woaahhh... and then...&lt;br /&gt;I think i came reaaally close to getting a heart attack today&lt;br /&gt;My parents made a credit card for &lt;em&gt;my bro&lt;/em&gt; who is in Aussie and i was supposed to pass it to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shan's&lt;/span&gt; momma...&lt;br /&gt;Then... i couldn't find it you know!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;Ran to the court and back home and back to the court again...&lt;br /&gt;I was close to crying&lt;br /&gt;My parents were shouting,&lt;br /&gt;I was totally exhusted and covered in sweat which was dripping all over the place...&lt;br /&gt;ya well... in the end my parents found it&lt;br /&gt;PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya well.. school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm dying a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;Yaya&lt;br /&gt;I feel like having a chalet...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ZJ&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113068775828249285?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113068775828249285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113068775828249285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113068775828249285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sweat could fill a bucket, i was just dripping in sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Very refreshing, but i'm extremly tired.&lt;br /&gt;I bet i'm gonna get muscle ache tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;ahaha...&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i can continue though,&lt;br /&gt;My parents don't really approve of it, they think that the prices are high and that i should concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;It'll be sad if i stop cos i'm really having fun.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate the paying and all that...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. we'll see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the LAST time i'm paying for pizza...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;expensive and u all don't wanna eat!&lt;br /&gt;make me fat only...&lt;br /&gt;or fatTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113060140372327193?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113059787437028648</id><published>2005-10-29T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T08:58:06.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im at steph's hs now. i think ive been to her hs quite often recently. hmmm. and its funny. dee is jealous i get to see matt so often. hahahhahahaa. plus shes jealous i get to see matt topless. -rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;its not my fault right. =x&lt;br /&gt;anyways. im damn troubled nowadays. also duno why. i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;and i finished watching FULL HOUSE today! its so bloody cool u know. i totally love the show. im having withdrawal symptoms at steph's hs. i wanna go home and watch my niceeeeeee showww. i totally love e ending lah. i think i can rewatch it so many times.&lt;br /&gt;ohya. i had tennis lessons today. the 2nd lesson so far. and i think its. uhhm. fun? right. anyways. steph ! u totally dont even need lessons lah. i think me n my sister are like damn bad in tennis. sigh. n i think zj cant seem to teach me. haha. matt teaches better. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;shan: shan teaches the best!!&lt;br /&gt;ohya. happy belated birthday zd! =))&lt;br /&gt;hey. im like the only 1 who wished zd happy birthday in our blog. haha. but its like so weird u know. on his birthday when we went over to his hs he ended up giving us presents. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me tis eeyore toy. hahaha. and damnit. i was still at his hs when his parents came home. wth? i almost died of fright u knw. as in seriously. i ended up hiding behind zd's bookshelf lah. lol. but then i realized his mum knew tht some 1 was still in his room so in e end i just decided to come out and say hi to his mum. 1 consolation is that shes so much shorter than me! WHEE! hahahhahaa. shes so cute u know. lol. kay. then in e end we went down to wait for my mum instead. i was sooooo scared of his dad u know. he looked so fierce. =x&lt;br /&gt;im gna kill mattheus. hes such an idiot. he asked me out then didnt even reply my msg after tht. stupid guy. hahahhaa. okay wanna go eat pizza now. byeeeee! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Terr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113059787437028648?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113059787437028648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113059787437028648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113059787437028648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113059787437028648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113014631177231219</id><published>2005-10-24T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T05:48:13.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;lemme warn you that this is gonna be a &lt;strong&gt;LONG&lt;/strong&gt; post,&lt;br /&gt;but it'll be interesting so bare with meeee&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my BEST birthday so far&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;let's start on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 9, i got a call from &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; and she was like&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Can you come to the door, i&lt;/span&gt; ... (couldn't catch her words)"&lt;br /&gt;then i ran down thinking&lt;br /&gt;"Yipeeee Shan's sleeping over"&lt;br /&gt;I open the door,&lt;br /&gt;and the first thing i see is a &lt;em&gt;bouquet of flowers&lt;/em&gt; (roses) and i look up and see this &lt;em&gt;BEAUTIFUL cake&lt;/em&gt; on the railing that had 6 lit candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first word that came to my mind...&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and the first word that spilled out of my mouth was&lt;br /&gt;"SHAAAAANNN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and all i could think was&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GODDDDDD"&lt;br /&gt;and then &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;shawn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;shan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt; popped out and yelled&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and... i must say i was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously did not suspect anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/200/PICT2209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;MY CAKE IS SO NICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;OOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;! YOU CAN SEE MY ROSES TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT22271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/200/PICT22271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this art set plus my roses&lt;br /&gt;Charcoal, Granite, Water colours, Sketching pencils&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;We crashed in the living room and after a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt; had to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep on the couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; and I started using make up and started to draw on his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;It was SOOOO funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;Unfortunately, i only have the video (If you want it email me or msn me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt; however, has the final picture, which i will get and post it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;BWAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awake and lying in bed when my mom shouted at my door&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and she slipped $100 under my door&lt;br /&gt;I got out of bed and gave her a BIG hug&lt;br /&gt;then she went to church &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... the other's were about 1 hr late&lt;br /&gt;I found out later that &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;ZD &lt;/span&gt;was late because he was trying to bake me a cake&lt;br /&gt;AW! THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;so there was &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;SHAN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;SHAWN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;TER&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;VANESSA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to Suntec to watch the "FLIGHT PLAN"&lt;br /&gt;did i get it right?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A GOOD MOVIE, WATCH IT&lt;br /&gt;ya then we played at the arcade and then we played pool&lt;br /&gt;I SHOT ONE BALL IN AND IT WAS MY FIRST TIME PLAAAYING!!!&lt;br /&gt;wheee&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; and I played "photo hunt" which i thought was MUCH more interesting than pool&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;hahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;left,&lt;br /&gt;cabbed home with &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ZD &lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;shan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;vanessa&lt;/span&gt; was in the other cab.&lt;br /&gt;THE CAB DRIVER WAS SO FUNNY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He was like:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;One of the girl held up 5 fingers (shan was telling him we had 5 ppl) and i thot that she was going o slap me so i said no no no&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;ahaha crap la him!&lt;br /&gt;then he said to ZD&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;WAH you lucky ah! ONE guy FOUR girls&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;ZJ&lt;/span&gt; n&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"&gt; Matthew&lt;/span&gt; gave us free lessons at home,&lt;br /&gt;i ordered pizza&lt;br /&gt;ran around blablablba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Ter&lt;/span&gt; got pushed into the pool&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST pushed &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;ZJ &lt;/span&gt;into the pool... the stupid guy has some weird yet gooooood balance&lt;br /&gt;uhmm.... the gaurd came and chased us off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;ZJ&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Matt &lt;/span&gt;went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Ter&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; came over&lt;br /&gt;Played one round of Tithee [sp?]&lt;br /&gt;and they had to go homeee&lt;br /&gt;so being the NICEE ONE i walked them off and raaaan home after they got a cab.&lt;br /&gt;man it felt good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MONDAY (today)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Came to school...&lt;br /&gt;everyone kept running off leaving me alone in class...&lt;br /&gt;so i suspected&lt;br /&gt;"hmmm... i bet they're making me a card"&lt;br /&gt;ya then recess came and i was dragged around the school (well not really) and i still didn't suspect anything until we were going to the canteen&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;tze&lt;/span&gt; or someone (can't rmb) was like&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;SWANG CLOSE YOUR EYES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;CLOSE! CLOSEEEEE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was steered blindly and when i opened my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;there was another &lt;em&gt;BEAUTIFUL chocolate ca&lt;/em&gt;ke infront of me with like... 6 candles too i think...&lt;br /&gt;It was really gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;and they started to sing me a happy birthday song SUPER loudly and mind you we were in the CANTEEEN...&lt;br /&gt;everyone was staring and my face was burning&lt;br /&gt;*squeal*&lt;br /&gt;I feel so loved&lt;br /&gt;Yups, i got this HUGE &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; card with birthday wishes pasted on&lt;br /&gt;THANKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's my daaay!&lt;br /&gt;just wanna shout out a&lt;br /&gt;HUGE &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TO THESE PEOPLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;SHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;SHAWN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;TERRIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;VANESSA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ZHIJIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;MATTHEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;MY PARENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;WEIQI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;TZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;CHEERIN (she folded a $10 note into a heart &amp;amp; gave it to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;SPANG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;CK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;JOYCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;JAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;C cube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;EILYNN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;ANGLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt; UR'S IS NEEEXT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the girl who finally turned 15!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*whooopeeedooo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113014631177231219?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113014631177231219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113014631177231219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113014631177231219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113014631177231219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/10/lemme-warn-you-that-this-is-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-113008435600904040</id><published>2005-10-24T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:19:16.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It has  been a long weekend for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;We threw a surprise birthday party for Steph and it was a success. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;At that moment she was lost for words. haha&lt;br /&gt;Now Steph you're one year older!&lt;br /&gt;and that is? ...15!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells tmr is the last day of school. I'm going to miss my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;I got to pack my bag for camp.&lt;br /&gt;C yaz!&lt;br /&gt;-shawnny- :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-113008435600904040?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/113008435600904040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=113008435600904040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113008435600904040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/113008435600904040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-has-been-long-weekend-for-all-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112995295867262201</id><published>2005-10-22T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:49:41.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a LONG time since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Yeps yeps...&lt;br /&gt;Our blog seemed pretty stale&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;not much has happened...&lt;br /&gt;Exams have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;let's not talk about tht...&lt;br /&gt;and now... we're free... or not?&lt;br /&gt;My parents want me to start studying for next yr&lt;br /&gt;O0 *screams*&lt;br /&gt;haha... i wanna start working, it'll be so exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan's gonna take me to pierce my ear tmr!&lt;br /&gt;so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;ahaha i sound like a girl who has never pierce her ears before. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;maybe a movie, lunch, then i'll head home to my parents&lt;br /&gt;Yeps.&lt;br /&gt;lalala... i'm gonna snap LOADS of pictures whether you all like it or not!&lt;br /&gt;bwahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;OOH! Lemme tell u about my dream i had last last night&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. it was sooo nice...&lt;br /&gt;I had a house! that was like in SMSS&lt;br /&gt;it was a VERY VERY nice house ... well it's not really like a house&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was like a wide corridor that bent left into a HUGE square space.&lt;br /&gt;ya then then the corridor was marble and the walls were beautiful cream and there was a HUGE toilet joined to the corridor...&lt;br /&gt;er. that sounded wrong&lt;br /&gt;uhmmm.... then when u get to the square space, there was a platform, which was carpeted in a soft cream carpet and it had nice soft couches and a BIG flat screen TV!&lt;br /&gt;then it led to another platform where there was this nice wooden dining table, blablabla&lt;br /&gt;then another plaform and there was this black double decka [sp?] bed. the bottom was my bed, then the top, was turned into some dressing table thing with a CUTE small couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah yah.. .then there was this door and behind this door was like half of our SMSS hall, they said tht they were half way renovating it. It was an EXTENSION of my house! *squeal*&lt;br /&gt;anyway then there was this annoucement to go to the hall and everyone started walking through my corridor and going out through the side door to go to the "hall"&lt;br /&gt;and i was PISSED! cos it was MY house.&lt;br /&gt;haha then i spotted my friend and i screamed&lt;br /&gt;GET OUT OF MY HOUSEEEEEEE NOWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;blablablabla&lt;br /&gt;they ignored me, i had to wait for everyone to leave, then i had to off the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;so i ran&lt;br /&gt;beep&lt;br /&gt;beep&lt;br /&gt;beep&lt;br /&gt;beep&lt;br /&gt;beep&lt;br /&gt;beep&lt;br /&gt;beep&lt;br /&gt;beep&lt;br /&gt;beep&lt;br /&gt;beep&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TEN FRIGHIN ARICONS!&lt;br /&gt;(when i told this to my schoolmates, Joyce was like:"wah you wanna freeze to death ah? so many aircons" [something like tht])&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i love my house&lt;br /&gt;anyway a lor of things happen la,&lt;br /&gt;like when i stepped out of my house, it was located at my condo&lt;br /&gt;0O&lt;br /&gt;then things like magic concealed it so ppl won't walk thru my corridor&lt;br /&gt;then i couldn't see where my house was&lt;br /&gt;blablabla&lt;br /&gt;TOO LONG A STORY TO TELL!&lt;br /&gt;but VERY interesting...&lt;br /&gt;*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh LONG post...&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;*swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112995295867262201?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112995295867262201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112995295867262201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112995295867262201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112995295867262201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112951885187489425</id><published>2005-10-17T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:15:36.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear Mr ____,I would really like my marks back. I've already went to look for you twice and you've just turned me down flatly, and suggested that i just work harder. Why should i work harder when the 20 marks are not even supposed to be taken away from me?It's not that I did not want to do the test, I couldnt! Someone and I already went up to you and told you that we could not log in due to some problems. Obviously we'd think it was a password problem right? I've checked and the password IS correct. I did not forget it, it was a problem with the browser. Unsupported browser. In case you are anti-computer, it means i CANNOT log in. You acknowledged the fact that I couldn't do it. Now a week later you give me the paper and ask me to sign? What is this? 47 marks? I'm denied of my 67? I refuse to sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is downright unfair to penalise me based on the fact that i did not do the test. You know that i couldn't do it. The least you could do was to not count the 20 marks for me, or give me the test in another form! And what did you do? You gave me a Zero, and when i went up to you, you turned me down and just patted my shoulder and said, "Do better for your finals lor." With your logic, if i don't come to school on a common test day, and you will give me a zero? Even if i have an MC? Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You either keep answering my questions with another question YOU KNOW I WILL NOT ANSWER. "It's not a password problem." "okay lor, what's your password?" Who are you to ask me for my password? Can i ask you what size your underwear is? My password is personal, and you don't have the right to ask for it. If you can retrieve it, then retreive it! Don't ask it from me personally, why should i tell you? Our conversations will not go anywhere if you keep asking me questions you yourself know will put me in a spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed and discontented with a 47. So what if i'm not the lowest in class? I failed. After denying me of taking the 20 mark test, I get a 47. Great. I do hope you will be reasonable and listen to me for once. You acknowledged the fact that i couldn't do it. So why am i being penalised now? It is unfair to me, and it will be a stain on my report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;caseyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112951885187489425?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112951885187489425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112951885187489425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112951885187489425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112951885187489425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/10/dear-mr-i-would-really-like-my-marks.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112913174780960117</id><published>2005-10-12T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:42:27.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HELLO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im finally back. AND EXAMS WERE OVER YESTERDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha.  im reallly bloody happy. the caged up days are over! yippee!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyways. im gna recap the days since 1 month ago briefly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;one month ago it was my sister's birthday. right. and shit. i still havent got her anything. damnit. gotta do some shopping for presents.and i dun think i remember anything that happened after that until it was exams. cause my exams started quite early la. okay. eng was okay, chinese was fine, emath can pass but not a1, amath hopefully can get a2, physics pass happy already, chem hopefully get b4, geog hopefully get b4, ss pass can already and lit get b4 damn happy. yupp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i finished exams yesterday and can u believe i went home? lol. i watched my vcds again until 4 plus then i went out at 6 plus all e way to 10 plus. heh. i went out with mark and rachel and clement lah. all of them are like 17. im e only 15. but i fit it. so i dun care. haha. i miss them lah. they were my campmates! so funny lah. then we ate at cafe cartel. and it was so funny lah. i spent 13 bucks. e food was damn gd. then we took photos. and walked to heeren. took neos. and clement kept calling me a chiobu. -.-"""""""  hes like deprived or smth. then i bought the bag for my cousin and my mum came to pick me up. the photos in my friendster are e ones where clement actually took my bag. stuupid boy. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then today i woke up at like arnd 10. whee. and then my mum came home and we dressed up to go celebrate my aunt's 60th bdae. haha. actuallly shes my godma. so i feel damn bad i dint get a present for her. my mum did though. my cousin pamela was there and we took sooo many shots lah. haha. it was damn cool. i dint know her cam cld take shots with diff effects. damn cool. then the buffet was bloody gd. i was so full. n my aunts kept saying that i look so much like a grown up woman already! dots. then after tht i went to pamela's hs. her room is bloody messy but its damn nice. she gave me a shell bracelet tht she cldnt fit in. cause shes kinda. BIG. hahaha. australians all come back like tht. like steph's brother. hahaha. anyways. then i went home arnd 6 plus and taught jerome his amath. haha. i feel so proud of myself! i actually can teach! not very well but still fine. i dint know his amath was tht bad. haha. hes gna kill me for this. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyways. where shld i go tmr? i shall pack my wardrobe tmr. and throw out all e clothes i dun wear. then i can go buy again! whee! oh. im gna play basket ball with zj and matthew and priscilla tmr! yayyy. aha. okay gtg now. nightssssss. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112913174780960117?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112913174780960117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112913174780960117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112913174780960117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112913174780960117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-im-finally-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112903355380277495</id><published>2005-10-11T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T05:29:31.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the name Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;It's sooo darn irritating to have a name as STEPHANIE&lt;br /&gt;Do you know HOW MANY Stephanies there are in my class, in the world?!&lt;br /&gt;A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;My level itself has like over &lt;u&gt;5&lt;/u&gt; Stephanies, including me.&lt;br /&gt;My class has another Stephanie, Stephanie Pang...&lt;br /&gt;She's very nice... i don't hate her i just hate being called Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;So everytime someone calls Stephanie, i look up and they're not calling me but Stephanie Pang! or Stephanie Chuah or Stephanie Wee blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i prefer to be called Swang&lt;br /&gt;and it's not pronounced as &lt;em&gt;Su-wah-ng&lt;/em&gt;, Swang&lt;br /&gt;but as &lt;em&gt;Su-where-ng&lt;/em&gt;, Swang&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;'cos my chinese surname is &lt;em&gt;Yin&lt;/em&gt; and when u translate it it becomes Wuh-ang not Wah-ang(chinese surname is &lt;em&gt;Huang&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Wang&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Stop calling Stephanie Pang (Pah-ng) Stephanie Pang(Pear-ng)&lt;br /&gt;Also, Stop calling those people who have the surname Wang(Wah-ng) as MY surname... Just irritates me 'cos i think it's special cos it makes me feel special as my surname is rare and i REALLY like it, though not as much now because of Miss Monica Wang *sigh* &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepsie Doodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWO&lt;/u&gt; MORE DAYS LEFT AND &lt;u&gt;THREE&lt;/u&gt; MORE PAPERS TO GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and to Xavier, STOP TRYING TO STEAL AWAY MY WIFE AND WAD DO U MEAN HAPPY MISCARRIAGE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112903355380277495?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112903355380277495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112903355380277495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112903355380277495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112903355380277495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-name-stephanie.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112895439207657318</id><published>2005-10-10T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T07:38:25.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HEY!!&lt;br /&gt;I haven been blogging for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone still having exams.  Work hard for exams!&lt;br /&gt;Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;We'll play hard too after all of you have finished exams.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch into the blue today. Not like i wanted to watch but my friend wanted to watch it. BECAUSE of Jessica Alba. Hahaha and i think they didnt rate the movie properly.&lt;br /&gt;So much gore and violence in it. Especially when jessica alba chopped off the guy's hand...yucks *bleugh*&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Have a clear calm focused mind when taking exams. jia you.&lt;br /&gt;bye :P&lt;br /&gt;-shawnny-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112895439207657318?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112895439207657318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112895439207657318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112895439207657318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112895439207657318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-i-haven-been-blogging-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112892666960691741</id><published>2005-10-10T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T06:17:39.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;exams=stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;grandmama=FOOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;grandmama+exams= FOOD + stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FOOD + stress -------------&gt; a very very fat shan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;grandmama's in town. perfect timing! somehow she's always coming when i'm trying to control my diet. in may, during my SAs, i put on 4kg in two weeks. then i went to hawaii. put on another 2 kg! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;someone save me. i need an alternate stress reliever! anyway, i had Amath today. i spent the whole weekend practicing, but i dont think it would have made a difference even if i didnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stef's over now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Swang: HIHOOOOOOO!!! ^^ FOUR MORE PAPERS LEFT!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ahhhh i still have one more week. 8 more papers. i think i'm gonna repeat sec 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112892666960691741?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112892666960691741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112892666960691741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112892666960691741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112892666960691741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/10/examsstress-grandmamafood.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112868325591388004</id><published>2005-10-07T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T04:07:35.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAHOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;CHEM AND POA P2 DOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Physics, Hist, Lit, POA p1,Maths p1 left!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem was pretty okay&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll pass but whether i'll score...&lt;br /&gt;hm... that's another thing.&lt;br /&gt;POA.. uhhh... UHHH... i have NO idea how i'd do&lt;br /&gt;but Mr Koh used my name in the paper!!&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;when i saw CK Wong i was laughing and thinking&lt;br /&gt;"Scully he use my name"&lt;br /&gt;then when i got to the last Qn it said:&lt;br /&gt;SWANG LTD.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA... i laughed and laughed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;quietly of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm... mathematics paper was SOOO horrible!&lt;br /&gt;I tell u ahh... sighh&lt;br /&gt;SO HARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;whoever set the paper should... should... shouldd get a brain check!&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE SEC 3 NOT... NOT... NOT... JC STUDENTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE NOT CHRISTINA SHURASH (however u spell it... u noe wad i'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;SAAADIST!!!&lt;br /&gt;I honestly hope 90% of the students fail so that we may get a retest or something...&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn is at camp i think...&lt;br /&gt;grr... while we are mugging and dying he's having fun at camp!!!&lt;br /&gt;humphhh&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... JIA YOU FOR THE REST OF THE EXAAMS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go on a fishing trip... but i don't wanna touch a fish &gt;&lt; nor a worm... nor some raw sea thingy.. BUT I WANNA GO FISHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;Love ya loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112868325591388004?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112868325591388004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112868325591388004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112868325591388004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112868325591388004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/10/nor-worm.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112832797129232962</id><published>2005-10-03T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T01:30:23.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a LONNNNG time since i last posted.&lt;br /&gt;No one's blogging&lt;br /&gt;but that's understandable since it's the exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... before i go on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AH HWEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA LOADS MY SPASTIC(2) MATE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'll call u at 11:58pm to sing u ur VERY last birthday song. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese tmr...&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i could just skip the whole paper,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna fail any hoo...&lt;br /&gt;gahh Shawn finishes his exams TMR!&lt;br /&gt;*jealous glare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's see... my exam schedule:&lt;br /&gt;6th[thurs]&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Emaths P2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7th[fri]&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;POA P2 &amp; Chem P1, P2&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10th[mon]&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;History &amp;amp; Physics&lt;/span&gt; *screams*&lt;br /&gt;11th[tues]&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;POA P1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th[wed]&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Emaths P1 &amp; Literature P1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th[thurs]&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Literature P2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;11&lt;/u&gt; more papers to go&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M DONEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the exams to be OVER!&lt;br /&gt;You know what's worse than having exams?&lt;br /&gt;it's getting back ur marks.&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i'll do well... which i seriously think i won't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the best for ur Exams!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeks... must go and study now&lt;br /&gt;BLEAGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112832797129232962?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112800653914263623</id><published>2005-09-29T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:52:00.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;drama mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyway! i got uh distinction for english. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tournament is on saturday.5:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;kallang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;come watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-caseyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112800653914263623?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112798139692226517</id><published>2005-09-29T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:50:33.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span colour="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my Dad's office in NUS nowww&lt;br /&gt;it's sooo embaressing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cos i just came from my school so i'm in my SMSS POLKA DOTTED UNIFORM!&lt;br /&gt;and my dad made me go to the cafeteria all by myself to have lunchhh&lt;br /&gt;then it's like so damn pai sei&lt;br /&gt;cos everyone's looking at me wondering like&lt;br /&gt;wth is a high school student doing in a uni?&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my EL paper and SS paper is TMR!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and Pray for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span colour="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112798139692226517?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112798139692226517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112798139692226517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112798139692226517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112798139692226517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-at-my-dads-office-in-nus-nowww-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112774019894837463</id><published>2005-09-26T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T06:09:58.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FINE ZD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;IM REALLY SORRY U THOUGHT I WAS INSULTING YOU OKAYY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I DIDNT MEAN FOR IT TO TURN OUT THAT WAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I-  AM-  SORRY-  BRO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TRULY SORRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112774019894837463?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112774019894837463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112774019894837463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112774019894837463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112774019894837463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/fine-zd.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112763531369669320</id><published>2005-09-25T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T01:01:53.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i tihnk i shld rejoice. this is the 1st time im online ever since duno when. it seems ages ago. ah wells. and im not even using it at home. i just finished tuition at my cousin's house. anyways. i think the only latest thing that happened is that it was shawn's and ryan's birthday on the 21st. heh. that was on a wed lah. i just had to finish sch at 3 that day. SIGH. but anyways. i rushed down to realize that i wasnt that late after all. haha. we ate at black canyon coffee. that was my 1st time there. and i think it will be my last time there. the COFFEE SUCKS. hahahaha. i put sooo much golden sugar and sugar syrup and everything and it still tastes BITTER!! yucks. even steph looked so horrified after she drank it. and i think zd's tastebuds are an alien's tastebuds. he said that its actually SWEET. are you nuts??! lol. and zd's cake...................... uhhm. i think i'd rather not comment. but it was OKAY lah. haha. seriously. but im gna have to rethink when he invites us over for some meal and he cooks. lol. for all you know, everything will turn out KUEH. hahahahahaha. okay sorry im being very mean now. but im his FAVOURITE god sister so he wldnt mind. right my darling deary brudder? xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i cant believe i told shawnny and zd my darkest secret. NOBODY is supposed to know. damnit. haha. i shldnt even have mentioned anything. i wonder what made me do it. hormones i guess. hahahahahaha. but zd arh. u better shut up okay. u noe what i mean. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyways. my mum picked me up and brought me to buy my wall paint for my room. i bought tracey blue. whee! and its damn funny. my maid painted my room the nxt morn when i wasnt in. it was hilarious. when i got home i walked into my room feeling like i was in a aquarium. OMG. i tell you. its sooo blue lah. i cant wait to get the stars on. lol. and zd, u better come over and help me paint the stars. or anyone who wants to help. haha. and my mum let high point take me and my maid's bed away! omg. that BIG BIG queen size bed i was slping on is gone now. SIGH. i have to slp on the extra single bed now. but anyways. my new bed is also single size anyways. but my room is sooo spacious and messy now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyways. its like duno how many days away to the exams. and theres SO many subjects to cram into my head. like geog and ss and physics and chem and amath. i think i will just die. or am i just the only 1 not studying? lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh. u know what. my dad is finally going on a business trip. haha. somehwere after my exams. sooo. i will make sure that i go out everyday that he isnt arnd. seriously. its my only chance for me to come back after 12. haha. i think lah. and damn lah. my mum was originally supposed to go with him. then i can have ppl over all the time. but noooooo. my mum isnt going anymore. so it will be so boring. arghh. and im really deprived of good english songs. so pple, whenever u see me online, can u send me some nice gd songs? thanks! :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and im going back to church after exams. i miss my frens and the service there. oh shit. i have a chem test tmr on metals. hopefully i dun die from looking at the quesitons. sigh. okay. i think my mum is coming soon to fetch me. so byeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;terrie-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112763531369669320?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112763531369669320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112763531369669320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112763531369669320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112763531369669320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-tihnk-i-shld-rejoice.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112756723055288363</id><published>2005-09-24T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T07:08:42.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i think my maid is a little retarded. SERIOUSLY. my mom's an idiot for not wanting to get a new maid. you noe you noe a few months ago she took my dog to this dark place to meet her boyfriend. and my neighbour saw them doing dunno what! and she said it was her uncle. come to think about it, i'm quite angry at her for bringing my dog along. i'm sure stef would be furious if her maid brought her dogs along. then she's always watching tv when we're not home. thats fine but she tries to hide it by lowering the volume so she can turn off the tv if we come home. but then, she doesent turn it back up when she's done so it kind of defeats the purpose of lowering the volume?? and then once, i was in the kitchen while she was cooking something, and i don't know what she did but the ceiling sort of caught fire. you should have seen how she reacted. and another time, she broke one of my display stuff, and she didnt tell me. you noe what she did? she TAPED the pieces back together hoping that i wouldnt notice. sigghh. i didnt noe whether to laugh or to cry. she doesent noe how to clean the house properly. i bet stef can back me up on that. and my clothes are always coming back from the laundry even smellier than how they were before they went in. and once i overheard the whole conversation she had with her boyfriend on the phone. she was talking so loudly. she said something like, " I NO HAB CARR, YOU PICK ME LAA!" hahahah and once she tried to get a stain off my mom's blue and white striped t shirt by soaking it in bleach. then when she took it out, all the blue stripes were gone but the stain was still there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh and you know how she walks my dog? she doesent use the leash. she ties this chain around her waist and attaches it to my dog. doesent she think of the consequences? he could charge forward and snap her spine!! and plus, she looks retarded walking him like that. sighhh. i feel so mean. but she just got me veyr irritated cos she was talking to my dog in some funny "minah" langauge while i was watching tv. its sort of like a mix of english, dog language, malay. actaully its really just minah language. her name's minah. i BET that you'll ROTFL if you ever had a conversation with her. oh and, just in case any of you call my house and my maid picks up, don't count on her to pass me any message. wait. actually, don't bother to ask for me cos she only answers the phone if no one's home or if i'm sleeping or showering. just hang up. thats what i do when she answers. hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112756723055288363?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112756723055288363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112756723055288363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112756723055288363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112756723055288363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-think-my-maid-is-little-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112754059620477470</id><published>2005-09-23T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T22:43:16.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;no one's blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;This is so damn funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112754059620477470?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112754059620477470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112754059620477470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112754059620477470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112754059620477470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112730560231345869</id><published>2005-09-21T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T05:36:37.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, today's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday for those who don't know &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*cough*S*cough*J*cough*I*cough*idiots*cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I actually planned to give &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt; a bit of a surprise by having &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ter&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; popping up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't mean for him to know that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt; baked him a cake nor have anything close to a party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just meant for him to think that we would treat him to lunch for his birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing really turns out the way i planned it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(thinks back to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and pls, ANYONE who knows AARON from SJI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PLEASE help me WACK him a few times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He knows what he did, that blab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I made this HUGE card for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually planned on haveing one page for &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SN.O.G&lt;/span&gt;, one page for &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SJI&lt;/span&gt; people and one more for the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seafood gang&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like i said, nothing really goes the way i want it to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SJI&lt;/span&gt; guys are ... ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i'm speechless)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or is it &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; guys???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they can't even help me collect a SHORT msg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(You know, a HAPPY BDAE would have been sufficient)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seafood Gang&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well i didn't know anyone from there except Jimin and Erika...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so in the end i ended up having only SN.O.G people write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CASEY&lt;/span&gt;, YOU ANOTHER ONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M GOING TO HUNTHUMP YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nahh i'm just &lt;u&gt;joking around&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all, i was pleased with the outcome of the card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So everyone who helped/tried to help me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ESPECIALLY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ShuShan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cheerin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt; and my joined birthday bash, what do you all think of a &lt;em&gt;Chalet, BBQ party?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Swang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112730560231345869?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112730560231345869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112730560231345869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112730560231345869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112730560231345869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-of-all-todays-shawns-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112696812217993820</id><published>2005-09-17T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T07:42:02.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay.. another joke that jerome contributed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;john and mary were walking one day, when all of a sudden, it starts snowing. "wow, what nice snow," mary said.john disagreed. "no, it's not snowing, it's raining."the couple argued for a long time, being unable to accept the other person's reasoning.just then, a communist by the name of Rudolph walked past.seeing a chance to prove that she was right, mary approached the communist, introduced herself,and asked, "dear sir, is it raining or is it snowing?"without hesitation, Rudolph answered,"it's definitely raining."shocked at his response and annoyed by the smug look on john's face, mary asked,"how can you be so sure that it is raining?"john answered, "because, Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;terrie *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112696812217993820?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112696812217993820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112696812217993820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112696812217993820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112696812217993820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112696905456492824</id><published>2005-09-17T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T07:57:34.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;consider this situation snog-ers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you are driving along a wild stormy night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you pass by a bus stop,where u see 3 people waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1)An old woman that you dont know,that is about to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2)An old friend that u know for so long who had once saved ure life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) the girl/guy of ure dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who would u choose, knowing that there could only be one passangerin your car?Should you save the elderly womon or take the old friend because he once saved ure life? You may never find your perfect dream lover again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This quiz was given to 200 applicants fpr a single job. the one who was hired responded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i will give the car keys to my friend and ask him to take the elderly woman to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then i will stay behind and wait for the bus with the wonam of my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DONT U THINK HES SO SMART. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i didnt think of that. haah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112696905456492824?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112696905456492824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112696905456492824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112696905456492824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112696905456492824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/consider-this-situation-snog-ers-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112696792005864898</id><published>2005-09-17T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T07:38:42.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sigh....... now its my turn to be like steph. now's my turn to be sooo left out. steph n shan n shawn n zd most prob are at kent ridge park or out now having fun. while im at home stuck with my folks. SIGHHHH.... okay. whatever. i shall stop sighing. its bad fer the health. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; oh. and i just realized tht its been a week only since i blogged and there've been so many posts. haha. ohya. im still damn proud of my son. ;)) hes sooooo attractive that he got approached by a gay! wahahaha. okay. sorry son. =p  anyways. last fri or sat me n shan n my sis n steph n shawn went out till 12 again. steph cldnt go. :(( and pple shldnt watch the cave. its like so... weird? smth like that. and my partner in sch watched it too and she said the ending was soo stupid. damnit. my phone cant send photos to email lah. otherwise i wld have sent the photos where we were at the istana and i was pretending to be a ghost. haha. and i was 'walking on water'. hahaha. ah wells. and ive been grounded since then. sigh. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ohya. wed was nicole's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ah wells. i doubt she comes here anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then thurs after sch my mum picked me up to go to the skin centre. i da pao my sch's chicken n char siew rice and my mum said that it was nice. -.- and when i went to the skin centre for my sandfly bites right, i was sooo blur i walked into clinic H when i was supposed to go to clinic F lah. my mum kept complaining how blur i am. shitt. i have to stop being influenced my shawnny. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and OMG. i forgot to wish nicholas happy birthday. zj's neighbour tht one. it was his birthday. shittt. damnit. ah wells. it was almeric's bdae too. but i guessed he wld have somehow forgotten me already so i dint bother wishing him. heh. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ohyeah. im damn happy. my mum has finally agreed to let me revamp my room. whee! after final years im gna repaint my walls. u guys wanna come over and help me paint? hhaha. i wanna paint it light blue with white stars on the upper half of the wall! sobs. i must get it. my mum's gna get me my new bed soon too. then i bought my coffee table to put nxt to my bed liao. haha. then im soo gna get the cute wall lamps from ikea. damn cute lah. lol. okay. and when i went to ikea i ate the damnnn goodddd meatballs! it was like heavenly. are u jealous zd? haha. i know u love it too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then yesterdae fri i came back from sch at 130 and slept. was damn tired lah. also duno why. ah wells. then at nite i actually studied.omg. can u believe that? i studied 1 and a half chapts of chem and chinese! whee. then today this morn i woke up early at 10 and studied chinese. i had chinese tuition at 12 to 1. yupp. then ate lunch and went to ryan's hs for tuition. my new tuition teacher is my cousin. but my cousin teaching me(desmond) is like married and shld be 30 plus. and he gives ryan tuition. so i just continue after tht. damn cool lah. like my cousin teaching me. haha. hes a chemical engineer. he knows my chem txtbook better than me okay. wth. and he taught me abit of physics too. he revised everything with me and i feel sooo much better now. lalala. then after i came home ive been slacking and watching tv till now. tsk. i have to start practising my amath after i log off. ah wells. im not even supposed to be online. and janan's creating some pool club lah. and he actually invited me into it! whee. haha. okay. i think i better go off now. crapped enough. takkaire. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;terrie *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112696792005864898?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112696792005864898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112696792005864898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112696792005864898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112696792005864898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112679337962730755</id><published>2005-09-15T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T07:09:39.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Message: Meaning Of LovE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;For all you ppl who say  'i love u' when u have no clue wad love is exactly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Something to ponder upon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;It isn't love, it's LIKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You can't keep your eyes or hands off of her, am I right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It isn't love, it's LUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Are you proud, and eager to show her off??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It isn't love, it's LUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Do you want her because you know she's there??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It isn't love, it's LONELINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Are you with her because it's what everyone wants??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It isn't love, it? it's LOYALTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Are you with her because she kissed you,or held your hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It isn't love, it's LOW CONFIDENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Do you stay for her confessions of love,because you don't want to hurt her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It isn't love, it's PITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Do you belong to her because the sight of her makes your heart skip a beat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It isn't love, it's INFATUATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Do you pardon her faults because you care about her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It isn't love, it's FRIENDSHIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Do you tell her every day she is the only one you think of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It isn't love, it's a LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Are you willing to give up all of your favorite thingsfor her sake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It isn't love, it's CHARITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Does your heart ache and break when she's sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then it's LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Do you cry for her pain, even when she's strong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then it's LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Do her eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then it's LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then it's LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Do you accept her faults because it's apart of who she is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then it's LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Are you attracted to others, but stay with her faithfully without regret??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then it's LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Would you give her your heart, your life, your death??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Then it's LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now, if love is painful, and tortures us so,why do we love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why is it all we search for in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This pain, this agony? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why is it all we long for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This torture, this powerful death of self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The answer is so simple cause it's...LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It is such an addictive thing that even people who are not having it wish to experience it and share it with others as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past...Love hurts our feelings, but it's also the reason our souls heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112679337962730755?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112679337962730755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112679337962730755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112679337962730755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112679337962730755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/message-meaning-of-love-for-all-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112678874236719525</id><published>2005-09-15T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T05:52:22.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah... no one's blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;today has been a "Swang bashing day"&lt;br /&gt;All the teachers have been scolding me...&lt;br /&gt;aking me stand/throwing me out of class&lt;br /&gt;I think they all have some kind of plot to prevent me from growing by making me stand for long periods of time so the pressure will prevent my legs from growing longer.&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GROW TALLER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow, Shawn and I are studying together at Macs...&lt;br /&gt;ZD is joining us later&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else wanna join?&lt;br /&gt;Sms me syaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112678874236719525?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112678874236719525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112678874236719525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112678874236719525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112678874236719525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112661133825785033</id><published>2005-09-13T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T04:39:08.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Violin Exam:&lt;br /&gt;I refused to go into the room&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have but Joyce's mom was there&lt;br /&gt;so i just went in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There sat this AngMor who... yeah was pretty nice&lt;br /&gt;He asked about me pieces, then after i said "Schindler's List"&lt;br /&gt;He went, "Make sure you're in tune"&lt;br /&gt;He's asking me to tune my violin, but I actually thought he was warning me to play Schindler's List in tune&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PIECES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Moderato... it was... erm... like dat lor&lt;br /&gt;Schindler's List was rushed and Out of tune&lt;br /&gt;HE CURSED ME!&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;no lah...&lt;br /&gt;My vivace was rushed too... the cords were SO out of tune and i stumbled a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SCALES!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee&lt;br /&gt;When he asked me to play diminished A flat,&lt;br /&gt;i was like, "Uhm... I forgot to play"&lt;br /&gt;Then he went, "Can you play ANY diminish scale?"&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Er... No?"&lt;br /&gt;Then i started to laugh...&lt;br /&gt;so I stood there laughing like an idiot...&lt;br /&gt;I think at this point he was getting a bit "Diao" with me&lt;br /&gt;aiya then he asked me to play dunno wad minor harmonic dunno wad minor melodic...&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could Choose!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just played both Harmonic cos i didn't practice Melodic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ORAL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me started...&lt;br /&gt;The one where you have to name the period?&lt;br /&gt;I said 20th Century...&lt;br /&gt;He asked me why&lt;br /&gt;I said, "cos it was all jumpy and comon Baroque period boring? i dunno seemed too childish and fun to be a Baroque piece and It's too not formal to be a Classical piece and It's so not romantic, so it has to be 20th Century"&lt;br /&gt;*BONKS HEAD ON THE WALL*&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CRAP ANSWER IS THAT??!&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to miss school by taking my time to travel down from HouGang... Dunno how to spell lar&lt;br /&gt;but Joyce's mom gave me a lift&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;So i reached there at recess and had to go for EL&lt;br /&gt;Thank God MWang didn't come...&lt;br /&gt;If she did... I'd be in trouble since i didn't do my hw&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Blablabla... Maths was ok&lt;br /&gt;I zoomed through the revision paper with Clare&lt;br /&gt;Maths is fun when you know how to do it&lt;br /&gt;I must work harder in maths&lt;br /&gt;MUST MUST MUUUUUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay... Violin Exam done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEXT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EL paper&lt;br /&gt;*CHEM paper&lt;br /&gt;*PHYSICS paper&lt;br /&gt;*E MATHS paper&lt;br /&gt;POA paper&lt;br /&gt;LIT paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the subjects i'm going to concentrate in&lt;br /&gt;These * subjects are the subjects that will decide whether i can get into Trinity College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stuff I gtta do today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-SS source base and Structured Essay&lt;br /&gt;-Maths papers&lt;br /&gt;-EL letter writing tht has to be attached to some research that i haven't done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112661133825785033?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112661133825785033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112661133825785033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112661133825785033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112661133825785033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-violin-exam-i-refused-to-go-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112651744241477373</id><published>2005-09-12T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T02:30:42.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;TMR IS MY VIOLIN EXAMS&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;*Swang Runs off to practice*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112651744241477373?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112651744241477373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112651744241477373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112651744241477373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112651744241477373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahhhhhh-tmr-is-my-violin-exams-ahhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112644563798489415</id><published>2005-09-11T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T06:33:57.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL REOPENS TMR!&lt;br /&gt;*Jumps out of the window*&lt;br /&gt;I've got my progress report signed&lt;br /&gt;I Kept saying that it was SO SO SO bad and my dad accepted my fate&lt;br /&gt;and he signed it wifout looking at my marks&lt;br /&gt;(I folded it to hide the marks)&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;I suckk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan came over and we watched this Korean movie called,&lt;br /&gt;Brothers&lt;br /&gt;I think...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was SO SAD!&lt;br /&gt;I cried...&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;like towards the end&lt;br /&gt;Shan was like. He's gonna die, nono I bet he's going to die, The mother will die&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE WILL DIE LAHH!&lt;br /&gt;*bonks Shan*&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;ARE WE CONFERENCING TONIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112644563798489415?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112644563798489415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112644563798489415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112644563798489415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112644563798489415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-reopens-tmr-jumps-out-of-window.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112644519865187223</id><published>2005-09-11T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T06:26:38.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;daddy and mummy are quarelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;caseyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112644519865187223?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112644519865187223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112644519865187223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112644519865187223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112644519865187223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/daddy-and-mummy-are-quarelling.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112632196121953626</id><published>2005-09-10T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:21:19.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Heys, i came across a touching story...&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Horror gripped the heart of the World War I soldier, as he saw his life-long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;friend fall in battle. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;over his head, the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"No Man's Land" between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"You can go," said the lieutenant, "but I don't think it will be worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your own life away." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Miraculously he managed to reach his friend, hoist him onto his shoulder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and bring him back to their company's trench. As the two of them tumbled in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;together to the bottom of the trench, the officer checked the wounded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;soldier, then looked kindly at his friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead, and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;are mortally wounded." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"It was worth it, though, sir," the soldier said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"How do you mean, 'worth it'?" responded the lieutenant. "Your friend is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dead!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Yes sir," the private answered. "But it was worth it because when I got to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;him, he was still alive, and I had the satisfaction of hearing him say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'Jim, I knew you'd come.'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many a times in life, whether a thing is worth doing or not really depends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;on how you look at it. Take up all your courage and do something your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tells you to do so that you may not regret not doing it later in life. May &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;each and everyone of you be blessed with the company of true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-shawnny-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112632196121953626?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112632196121953626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112632196121953626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112632196121953626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112632196121953626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/heys-i-came-across-touching-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112627864100906293</id><published>2005-09-09T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T08:15:24.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shan, Ter, ZD and God knows who else are out having fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if not i bet they're wandering around orchard feeling sian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just &lt;em&gt;assuming&lt;/em&gt; that they're out together since &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt; is out and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ter&lt;/span&gt; asked me to go but i can't cos i have a STUPID curfew... and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shan&lt;/span&gt;... well.. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shan's shan&lt;/span&gt; she's usually out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just finished a drawing (Yay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a LONG time since i last drew a proper drawing, if that makes any sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School's reopening soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How deepressing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going so school means i &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stay home and slack and sleep and slack and sleep and play with my TWO sweetie pies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TWO sweetie pies =&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EMBER&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not my parents...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going back to school ALSO means i have to get my progress report signed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH THE HORROR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did so damn badly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents are going to MURDER me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if not they'll disown me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so screwed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway My violin exam is this tues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bleagh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How deepressing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bet my fingers will go numb, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my palms will bet sweaty and i'll just screw up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loads of screws in this post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my my... that's just down right vulgar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha... ah wells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is vulgar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Swang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112627864100906293?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112627864100906293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112627864100906293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112627864100906293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112627864100906293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/sighshan-ter-zd-and-god-knows-who-else.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112610443973508872</id><published>2005-09-07T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T02:28:54.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AHHHHHH! NEVER BEEN SO TRAUMATISED BEFORE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;IT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; A PERFECTLY WONDERFUL DAY UNTIL I BUMP INTO A GAY AT YIO CHU KANG MRT STATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I WONDER WHETHER HE WAS STALKING ME FROM THE BEGINNING. IT STARTED WHEN I WAS PEEING AT ONE OF THE CUBICLES. THIS MAN IN HIS 40S, HE WAS STARRING AT MY PRIVATE PART WHILE I WAS PEEING!!!! SHIT. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? HE GAVE ME A TOILET PAPER WHICH HAD WORDS ON IT "HI, WANT TO BE FRIENDS?" I WAS GETTING SCARED SHITLESS. WHAT IS HAPPENING? I HURRIED OUT OF THE TOILET AFTER WASHING MY HANDS. THERE HE WAS AGAIN. F**k. HE DRAGGED ME TO THE CORNER AND ASK ME. "EH ARE YOU STEAMED? WITH THAT STUPID PERVERTIC SMILE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;THEN I REPLIED, "NO!". HE THEN ASKED, " YOU LIKE TO MASTERBATE?". I PONDERED. WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH THIS PERSON. FOLLOWED BY THAT, HE ASKED, " WHY NOT WE GO SOMEWHERE ELSE, I MASTERBATE YOU WANT ANOT?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;OMG. I AM TOTALLY DISGUSTED. HE WANTS TO WANK ME OFF?!! I SAID, " F**K YOU. ARE YOU GAY?". SO HE REPLIED, "YA LAH, SOMETHING LIKE THAT LAH" I WAS LIKE " WHAT THE F**K?". I TOLD HIM TO F**K OFF. I HURRIED HOME. I COULDN'T REMEMBER HOW I GOT HOME, BUT I JUST DID. I WENT TO BATH. I FELT DIRTY. EWWW... THAT DIRTY OLD GAY PERVERT. NEXT TIME I SEE YOU, I AM GOING TO CASTRATE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm feeling much much better now after swimming and playing tennis. Got to know Mrs Lim while playing tennis, we chatted about God. I felt at ease finally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112610443973508872?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112610443973508872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112610443973508872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112610443973508872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112610443973508872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahhhhhh-never-been-so-traumatised.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112609855721122234</id><published>2005-09-07T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T06:09:17.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hmm. its weird. blogger changed some of its format again isit? this whole page looks different when typing your post. haha. anyways. i think im so pathetic  lah. SIGH. this whole sept holiday has been such a BORE. i havent really been out fer long. and im starting to feel really BORED and SIAN. and im supposed to be doing my hmwk now. but im slacking here online. just what am i doing with my life?! and its like not a holiday for me lah. i have to come back to sch everyday for this whole hol. what kinda shit is that? =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyways. monday i didnt go to seminary. really dint wanna wake up. heh. had sch and just went home after that. then yesterday i went to seminary in the morning and i finally realised how to use the bluetooth! so bloody cool lah. i took songs from justin! i totally love them man. anyways. then i went home to sleep a while b4 waking up to go to sch again. then when i came home i watched stairway to heaven! cheong lent me the vcds. omg. that korean serial ROCKS. seriously. its like so saddening. my mum was sooo emotional. she kept crying. tsk. and she says tht im so cold blooded cause i dint cry. but like hello? its sooooo soppy. till i kept fast forwarding the draggy bits. yupps. and we watched till 3am lah. and we only watched till disc 16. there are 20 discs. then i was supposed to talk to zd but then we gave up. hahaha. then i skipped seminary today. i think casey has given up on me. hahahah. then i went to sch late for my ss extra lesson. and omg. i was so scared when i went in. i was 20 mins late. and shawn msged me to hurry up. tsk. haha. ehh. i just realized tht your phone was actually confiscated right? lol. then at 12 when it finished we went to tanglin mall to eat lunch. we went to the food court and we saw the teenage magazine icon 2005. hes called nathaniel. and hes bloody cute real life. right. ah wells. hes really hot lah. =x and hes from acsi. hahaha. but his 2 frens were damn ugly. lol. then i ate my mee pok tah again. hahahah. i think im obsessed with it. shit. bter stop this habit. then we went back to sch at 130 for an hour. then i went home and watched till disc 19! haha. but then  my dad came home so i cant watch it anymore. =( im only left with the last disc. and its SOOO tragic. and finally at disc 18 and 19 i teared alot! hahahahah. my sis also.  yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then tmr got amath extra class from 8 to 12. -groans- soooo long lah. arghhh. then got choir from 2 to 5. eeks. help man. im dying. and i got sooo much hmwk to do. shitttttt. plus church hmwk. damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and just now i recieved a call from shawnny and he was like sooooo traumatised lah! HAHAH. it was soooo damn funny i cldnt stop laughing. a gay had actually approached him. and the gay was like 40 + or smth. so bloody funny! he was sooo hysterical lah. like the gay asked him if he was steamed up. dots. and asked him to masterbate. LOL. what the hell? ahhahaha. its chao funny lah. and its the 1st time i hear shawnny say fck so many times. haha. hilarious man. and like the 2nd time he called me after he bathed again he was still traumatised. tsk tsk tsk. lol. so poor thing. there there my darling son. HAHA. =)  shawnny's my son. he keeps calling me mum. whee~ i feel sooo old suddenly. HAHAHA. anyways. i hope after his swim he wont feel so bad anymore. lol. take care son! -waves- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;aha. so lame. okay. i wanna go out on fri nite! and i dun think i can go clubbing. cause deb said tht nowadays need ic to get in lah. shittttt. and fake ids can see through. shitty barnicles. okay. i learnt that from my cousin. ehh! i know! i was actually thinking of a ladies night! haha. like we can be in shan's or steph's room and we can actually really dress up and everything to the nines and pretend we're at out own disco! WHEE~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okay gtg do my hmwk now. byeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-terrie-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112609855721122234?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112609855721122234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112609855721122234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112609855721122234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112609855721122234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112600957381489720</id><published>2005-09-06T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T05:28:21.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; Reasons why Guys cheese girls off (based on 5th/6th September 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;) When they plan to take a girl home, they end up stalling and the girl ends up coming home even later than usual making her parents angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;) They have some fetish for playing hide and seek/catch at midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;) They like to make girls cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;) They don’t know what enough is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;) They can’t keep their hands off Girl’s properties (ICs/EZ links/Wallets/Personal notebks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;) They don’t keep their promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;) They are heartless and like to make fun of fat people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;) They laugh at EVERYTHING, EVERY little thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;) They come to a girl’s house at night and expect them to come out in their PJs, braless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;) After they do all of this, they just laugh it off and expect everything to be peachy. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harmless fun&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Note &lt;/span&gt;to guys: DO NOT GET ANGRY ^^ this is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HARMLESS FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112600957381489720?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112600957381489720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112600957381489720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112600957381489720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112600957381489720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/10-reasons-why-guys-cheese-girls-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112599770025854788</id><published>2005-09-06T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T02:11:03.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY Joke time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;An 8-year-old girl went to her dad, who was working in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;She said, ''Daddy, what is sex?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was surprised that she would ask such a question, but decided that if she was old enough to ask the question, then she was old enough to get a straight answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to tell her all about the 'birds and the bees.''&lt;br /&gt;When he finished explaining, the little girl was looking at him with her mouth hanging open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father said, ''Why did you ask that question, honey?''&lt;br /&gt;She replied, ''Mom told me to tell you that dinner will be ready in just a few sex.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night and have dinner with her parents. Since this is such a big event, the girl tells him that after dinner, she would like to have sex with him for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacy to get some condoms. The pharmacist helps the boy for about half an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know about condoms and sex. At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many condoms he'd like to buy a 3-pack, 10-pack or family pack. The boy insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be rather busy, it being his first time and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the boy shows up at the girls parents house and meets his girlfriend at the door. "Oh, I'm so excited for you to meet my parents! Come on in!" The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinner table where the girl's parents are seated. The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head. A minute passes, and the boy is still deep in prayer, with his head down 10 minutes pass, and still no movement from the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to the boyfriend, "I had no idea you were this religious." The boy turns, and whispers back, "I had no idea your father was a pharmacist!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;An old farmer decided it was time to get a new rooster for his hens. The current rooster was still doing an okay job, but he was getting on in years and the farmer figured getting a new rooster couldn't hurt. So he buys a new cock from the local rooster emporium, and turns him loose in the barnyard. Well, the old rooster sees the young one strutting around and he's a little worried about being replaced. He walks up to the new bird. "So you're the new stud in town? I bet you really think you're hot stuff don't you? Well I'm not ready for the chopping block yet. I'll bet I'm still the better bird. And to prove it, I challenge you to a race around that hen house over there. We'll run around it ten times and whoever finishes first gets to have all the hens for himself." Well, the young rooster was a proud sort, and he definitely thought he was more than a match for the old guy. "You're on," he said, "and since I'm so great, I'll even give you a head start of half a lap. I'll still win easy!" So the two roosters go over to the henhouse to start the race with all the hens gathering to watch. The race begins and all the hens start cheering the old rooster on. After the first lap, the old rooster is still maintaining his lead. After the second lap, the old guy's lead has slipped a little -- but he's still hanging in there. Unfortunately, the old rooster's lead continues to slip each time around, and by the fifth lap he's just barely in front of the young fella. By now the farmer has heard the commotion. He runs into the house, gets his shotgun and runs into the barnyard figuring a fox or something is after his chickens. When he gets there, he sees the two roosters running around the henhouse, with the old rooster still slightly in the lead. He immediately takes his shotgun, aims, fires, and blows the young rooster away. "Damn. That's the third gay rooster I've bought this month." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Swang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112599770025854788?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112599770025854788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112599770025854788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112599770025854788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112599770025854788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/yay-joke-time-8-year-old-girl-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112598318515248078</id><published>2005-09-06T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:08:23.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'd like to congragulate zd for making to "shan's list of idiots"!!!its really hard to make it to the list so you should be really proud of yourself! i mean, who would steal a girl's bag, personal notebook and house keys and leave her running after him for two hours outside her house?? hah i hope i tore your tricep. and seriously, before last night, i never knew that that side of you even existed! i'm not angry i'm just very surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh stef, lets do some girly sutf today. its been a while. lets paint our nails hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;shhushhan:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112598318515248078?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112598318515248078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know ah, when i said to TAKE HER HOME... i meant MAKE SURE SHE GETS HOME SAFELY. not bring her to the outside of her house and force her to play catch with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this when i wonder why the hell i'm even trying to keep these friendships so desperately.&lt;br /&gt;I call you my friend...&lt;br /&gt;but now i feel...&lt;br /&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;Just do whatever you want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dogs peed on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;How great&lt;br /&gt;I've locked them outside, in the balcony&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them whining and barking while i'm sitting on the mattress on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;What a "great" owner i am&lt;br /&gt;I've had a wonderful day so far&lt;br /&gt;I feel absolutely frighin wonderful i could just kill myself right now&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I haven't felt this fustrated and exhusted in a long long time&lt;br /&gt;At least, I hope you're happy and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112594290159744893?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112594290159744893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112594290159744893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112594290159744893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112594290159744893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-know-ah-when-i-said-to-take-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112588651593555528</id><published>2005-09-05T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T04:33:37.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hola , i got a story to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Its really meaningful so i posted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;There are many less fortunate people in our society and how do we go about helping them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Here's how it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE OLD MAN AND THE STARFISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;One fine, warm day, a tourist was walking away down a sandy, tropical beach. He noticed as he walking that the tide had brought in a lot of starfish. Continuing his walk, he started looking at the startfish and their pretty colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Since he was a conscientious man, he also was paying attention to where he was going. He noticed a shape off in the dstance. He couldn't tell what it was at first but as his walk progressed and he came nearer to this shape, it transformed itself into an old native of the island. This old man, he could tell, was walking towards him, but at a very slow pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The reason for the pace of the old man because apparent as the two came nearer to each other. Thoe old man was also looking at the startfish, but he was also doing more. He was picking up those he found and throwing them back out to sea. Eventually, because they were walking towards each other. The two men met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Why are you throwing the starfish back into the sea?" asked the tourist of the old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Starfish die if they're out of the seawater for too long." replied the old native. "I do this every day on my walk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ever the practical man, the tourist said," It's a good thing to do, but do you know how many starfish there must be washed up on this beach every day? You can't possibly make a dent in that. What possible difference can you make in an effort to save starfish?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The old man bent down, picked up another starfish, and threw it out into the sea. He turned towards the tourist, and said" It made a difference to that one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-shawnny-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112588651593555528?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112588651593555528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112588651593555528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112588651593555528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112588651593555528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/hola-i-got-story-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112583856571829939</id><published>2005-09-04T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T05:56:05.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm such a pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up at like 8am cos my dogs went mad again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i kicked them outta my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wahaha. no bed no aircon for them as punishment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those smart little evil things ran around the house barking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and let's just say that sound travels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was too tired and lazy to go shut them up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They eventually quietened down, Thank God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i fel asleep and woke up again at 1030&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i actually got out of bed cos... i dunno... just wanted to hug my Dogs REALLY badly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched tv... Used the Laptop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and went to sleep at 3+ and was woken up very unglamourously by my dad's knocking or shall i say... thumps on my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was like "GO AND FEED UR DOGS"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos i told my maid and my mom to not feed them, only i could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, i don't trust the both of them to handle my Sweetie pies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(*chuu~!*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah so i went to feed them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fed myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did some maths...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here i am blogging...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ugh... i'm tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i get bored of the net i'm going to bed early and am not conferencing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Swang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112583856571829939?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112583856571829939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112583856571829939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112583856571829939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112583856571829939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-such-pig.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112582839657541089</id><published>2005-09-04T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T05:43:33.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OH MY FCK. my stupid laptop is soooo screwed! i just typed like an hour's worth of post and its alllll gone nowwwww!! u know how bloody long tht is???!!!! ARGHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;i dun even see why i still bother to post. i. feel. like. killing. someone. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay actually i wrote like 4 really bloody long paragraphs. i was bitching abt some pple. and omg. i cant believe its gone! urghh. but nvm. its better if they dont read them. or maybe if im in the bitching mood again some time soon, then i'll talk abt it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae was arts awareness day. it was DAMNN boring. last year's one was soo much more fun. i cant believe this year's one is like soo yucks man. anyways. i had a choir concert in e morning. and we had to meet in sch at 8. i was soo tired lah. dragged myself to sch. u know, we sounded so gd just b4 the concert, but during e concert when theres audience, we went out of tune sometimes. so peeved. all our hard work gone like that. then after tht me n cheong n nic n xiaohua n marion went to town to eat lunch and play 1st lah. sch was so boring mahh. we went to cine 1st. and since it was only 11 we went to play arcade 1st. whee. i car raced nic and i won! yippee! haha. am i just gd at it or what? lol. but i can never beat zj lehs. stuupid. haha. then we made cheong change to a purple skirt tht nic brought cause she was wearing our sch skirt. and as expected xiaohua sat outside the arcade doing hmwk. hahahah. then we played time crisis and i lasted the longest. lalalala. i love playing it. then we all played tht table hockey thingy lah. so funny! me n nic won marion n cheong. =p then after tht we went to kfc to eat. i hate tht elderly woman serving. shes so got some attitude problem man. yucks. singapore's service like shit liddat. lol. then we cabbed back to sch la. and me n cheong went for the royston tan talk. so funny! we saw him up personally. he has soo many pimples! hahahaha. then we stayed in class till 4 then i went to meet my family at far east. my dad disappeared fer a while and my mum n sis n i went shopping. i bought 2 tops, 1 bottom, 1 bracelet, a bag and white heels! hahaha. i just love shopping. im going fer a revamped look. lalala. now i need white ballet pumps! n i realize using hair spray is so much better. it holds so much more. haha. ah wells. i havent even finished shopping level 1 of far east man. i still got like a few other levels. eeks. then went home n got scolded by my dad fer my failure tht i failed emath lah. but e paper was really hard larr! he just wont understand. only a quarter of my class passed. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's weather was soo perfect! it was drizzling all e time. so shiok. i slept from like 12 plus to 4 liddat today. im sucha pig. ah wells. and i miss talking to shawnny! hes having fun at camp lah. he slept at 2 last nite. tsk. haha. and its his dad's birthday today! happy birthday shawnny's dad! hahaha. whatever. and now im going to have dinner with my troublesome aunts and grandma. URGHh. they are the ultimate worst man. cant stand them. they will even fight over what to eat. wth. okay i think i better go. otherwise my dad will kill me. gotta go change. byeeeee. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[terrie]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112582839657541089?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112582839657541089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112582839657541089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112582839657541089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112582839657541089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-my-fck.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112575714995286915</id><published>2005-09-03T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T05:46:14.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;REASONS WHY GUYS ARE BETTER THAN GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A five day vacation requires only one suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;2. The garage is all yours&lt;br /&gt;3. You don't have to shave below your neck&lt;br /&gt;4. None of your coworkers have the power to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;5. If you're 34 and single, nobody even notices&lt;br /&gt;6. Flowers fix everything&lt;br /&gt;7. Three pairs of shoes are plenty enough&lt;br /&gt;8. You can whip your shirt off on a hot day&lt;br /&gt;9. Car mechanics tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;10. You don't care if anyone notices your new haircut&lt;br /&gt;11. One mood, all the time!&lt;br /&gt;12. You never have to drive on to another gas station because this one is just too skeevy&lt;br /&gt;13. You can sit with your knees apart no matter what you're wearing&lt;br /&gt;14. Gray hair and wrinkles only add character&lt;br /&gt;15. If you retain water, it's in a canteen&lt;br /&gt;16. The remote control is yours and yours alone&lt;br /&gt;17. You have a normal and healthy relationship with your mother&lt;br /&gt;18. If you don't call your friend when you say you will, he won't tell your other friends you've changed&lt;br /&gt;19. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected&lt;br /&gt;20. You think the idea of punting a small dog is funny&lt;br /&gt;21. You don't have to remember everyone's birthdays and anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;22. If another guy shows up at the party in the same outfit, you just might become lifelong buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;caseyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112575714995286915?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112575714995286915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112575714995286915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112575714995286915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112575714995286915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/reasons-why-guys-are-better-than-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112567461057393084</id><published>2005-09-02T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:23:31.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dont u think this is such a miracle? im actually blogging once again!  i create the same miracle that zd makes too. =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;woah. everytime i blog then in a few days the blog'll be flooded by posts already. lol. like no point blogging lehs. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the past week since sunday has been really boring i guess. i had my piano exam on the 31st. HAIII. so saddening just thinking of it u know. i think im REALLY going to fail. as in REALLY okay. its damn bad. omg. after i went home i got so depressed i slept fer 4 hours straight. =(( it was THAT bad. my pieces were okay la. but then i was so disappointed with my 1st piece la. i cld have done so much better. sigh. and my scales were such a horror man. like i was supposed to play 1st inversion i go and play dominant 7. what kinda shit is tht? and a few times he asked fer staccato but i kept forgetting so i kept playing lagato. until he gave up on asking me to play staccato already. damn bad la. wth. and he really sounded damn pissed already la. omg. then when it came to aural. i think i cld have just fainted u know. like sight singing was a total failure la. he expected me to sing soooo fast that i practically was lala-ing in no tune. just making some noise. and i actually said tht broken chords can actually sounds PEACEFUL. which idiot says tht??! omg. how stupid can i get man. idiotic. then i think he was so peeved at me he actually rolled his eyes at me. once i think. shld be. damn sad la. but he still was trying to be nice at the end of the exam and said bye to me. i was so sad till i think i cld have just. i duno. just fainted or smth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyways. after tht i had to follow my mum and sis back to queenstown sec. cause my mum's in the psg so she has to go and help sell the laksa. she provided the prawns. that was like 200 over prawns. i think my maid was so tired peeling them and everything. then i felt so bloody extra okay. cause like everyone was staring at me like why is she in our sch that kinda thing. and i saw nic's TIM! tht cute angmoh guy. hes in soccer and every1 likes him man. esp sec 1 girls. all fantasize abt him. TSK. hes okay la. quite cute only. i think shan will like him. HAHAHA. then my sis brought me around the sch fer e funfair and everything la. and  i think my sister's band senior haoyang is damn  ccute! ahahah. but then again. i will not bother. heh. i think their funfair is so much more fun than my sch's one. my sch's damn boring. ah wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then when i came home i was tired i slept 4 hours. of course in e middle i was being disturbed by shawnny's call to ask me to go to town immediately. crazy la u 2. hahaha. damn weird noes. like i was half aslp while talking to shawn. lol. i continued slping after tht. lalala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyways. then on thurs teachers day shan called me to go out but then i knew wad my mum's answer wld be anyways. SIGH. so i ended up home all day. =(( and guess wad i did. i watched mvp my valentine fer 7 hours straight. how pro is it? from 1 to 7. okay wait. thts 6 hours. haha. yeah. it was soo nice! i like GAO XING!!!! hes SOOOO bloody cute la! perfect match with barbie! hehhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yupp. then today went back to sch. boring like shit. i slept again in lit. abit. but was damn surprised la. cause i talked to jerome till 1 plus i think. i dint slp in amath. and i really dun like trigo! urghh. the most topic in a math. okay maybe not. and i cant stand chem and physics! anyways. my math are okay. but i hate science. duno why. anyways then had choir rehearsal. damn weird. i have a conccert tmr. and im standing front row right smack in the middle. its like shit. and its not say i can remb all the lyrics. damnit. gna be maluated. anyways. gtg offline now. maybe i'll slp early today. or really late. duno la. see how. wish me gd luck fer my concert tmr man. and im damn sad i cant go clubbing tmr. =(( but hopefully i can go nxt fri. yeah. rach is sooo gna bug me n complain why i dint go. ahhaha. shes so inquisitive abt wads gna happen. stupid girl. okay. gtg now. nitess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112567461057393084?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112567461057393084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112567461057393084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112567461057393084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112567461057393084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-u-think-this-is-such-miracle-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112566244514798041</id><published>2005-09-02T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T05:01:09.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share my laughter with ya all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady goes to her parish priest one day and tells him,&lt;br /&gt;"Father, I have a problem. I have two female parrots but they only know how to say one thing."&lt;br /&gt;"What do they say?" the priest inquired.&lt;br /&gt;"They say, 'Hi, we're prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's obscene!" the priest exclaimed, "I can see why you are embarrassed."&lt;br /&gt;He thought a minute and then said, "You know,I may have a solution to this problem. I have two male parrots whom I have taught to pray and read the Bible. Bring your two parrots over to my house and we will put them in the cage with Francis and Job. My parrots can teach your parrotsto praise and worship. I'm sure your parrots will stop saying that...that phrase in no time."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you," the woman responded, "this may very well be the solution."&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest's house.&lt;br /&gt;As he ushered her in, she saw this two male parrots were inside their cage, hold their rosary beads and praying. Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them. After just a couple of seconds, the female parrots exclaimed out in unison, "Hi, we're prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?"&lt;br /&gt;There was a stunned silence.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and said, "Put the beads away, Francis, our prayers have been answered!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A middle manager is called into his bosses office on a Monday morning. He is told he has to get rid of one employee in his department by the next Monday. He's very upset. Everyone in his department does a good job and it doesn't seem fair. So for the next 2 days he racks his brain trying to figure out who to fire.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday afternoon he sees Jack and Jill standing at the water cooler. He says to himself, "Okay it's going to beone of them."He spends the next few days scrutinizing what each of them does. Everything is equal. Productivity. Time off. Reports. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;He's in a quandary. It's Friday afternoon and he knows his going to have to think about this all weekend. Everyone has left the office except Jack and Jill, who are getting ready to leave. She comes over to say goodbye."Have a good weekend boss. Hey you don't look so good. Is everything okay?"&lt;br /&gt;He looks at her and says "To be honest, I'm having a tough time here. I can't decide if I should lay you or Jack off."&lt;br /&gt;And she looks at him and says "Well I have to catch a bus, so i suggest you jack off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... so there u go for today....&lt;br /&gt;Somehow all the jokes i find is more or less dirty ones...&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112566244514798041?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112566244514798041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112566244514798041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112566244514798041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112566244514798041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/let-me-share-my-laughter-with-ya-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112558247188801569</id><published>2005-09-01T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:51:13.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i hope u blog surf and pass by this blog. and i hope u read this post. your a freggin bi ch u know. go lie down in jies bed and think about it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; F.*ck&lt;/span&gt; u. i hate u as much as i hate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oranges&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/14480537-112558247188801569?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112558247188801569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112558247188801569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112558247188801569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112558247188801569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hope-u-blog-surf-and-pass-by-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112557956121483821</id><published>2005-09-01T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:03:21.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span colour="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advantages Of Being A Woman&lt;br /&gt;Why it's better to be a Woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; We got off the Titanic first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; We get to flirt with systems support men who always return our calls, and are nice to us when we blow up our computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Our boyfriend's clothes make us look elfin &amp;amp; gorgeous. Guys look like complete idiots in ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; We can be groupies. Male groupies are stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; We can cry and get off speeding fines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central female figure in a computer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Taxis stop for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Free drinks, Free dinners, Free movies ... (you get the point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; We can hug our friends without wondering if she thinks we're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;. We can hug our friends without wondering if WE'RE gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; New lipstick gives us a whole new lease on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; It's possible to live our whole lives without ever taking a group shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; We don't have to fart to amuse ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; If we forget to shave, no one has to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; We can congratulate our team-mate without ever touching her butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt; If we have a zit, we know how to conceal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt; We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; If we're dumb, some people will find it cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt; We don't have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt; We have the ability to dress ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt; We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt; If we marry someone 20 years younger, we're aware that we look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;25.&lt;/span&gt; Our friends won't think we're weird if we ask whether there's spinach in our teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;26.&lt;/span&gt; There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;27.&lt;/span&gt; We'll never regret piercing our ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;28.&lt;/span&gt; We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;29.&lt;/span&gt; We know which glass was ours by the lipstick mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;30.&lt;/span&gt; We have enough sense to realize that the easiest way to get out of being lost is to ask for directions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;*Swang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;P.S DON'T FLAME MEEE! I'M NO SEXIST!... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe a bit&lt;/span&gt; ^^!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span colour="#ff0066"&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/14480537-112557956121483821?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112557956121483821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112557956121483821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112557956121483821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112557956121483821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/advantages-of-being-woman-why-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112557450910811063</id><published>2005-09-01T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T04:35:09.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span colour="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up today by the sounds of my dogs barking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i chased them out of my room and they continued to bark downstairs and i was like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;UGH! I WANNA SLEEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then surprisingly, it stopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, i went to take a shower and i heard a knock at my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought it was Abigal so i ignored it and continued to take my time showering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then when i got out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i found my VIOLIN TEACHER waiting outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHOOPS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I TOTALLY forgot that i had lessons planned today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man i'm like super stupid lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have serious brain damage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway my mom's trying to kill my dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She fed them chocolate cereal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i told her to not feed them chocolate and just leave their food needs to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she was like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Why must i listen to u? You never listen to me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yah but i'm not playing with your life am I?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I went and researched on the consequences of giving chocolate to Dogs and i wrote it out and i gave it to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HOPE SHE KNOWS THE SERIOUSNESS OF HER ACTIONS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MORE PHOTOS OF MY CUTIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/320/PICT1429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EMBER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT14331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/320/PICT14331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT14331.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT14331.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/320/PICT1431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EMBER &amp;amp; ASH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2896/1297/1600/PICT1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112557450910811063?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112557450910811063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112557450910811063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112557450910811063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112557450910811063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-woke-up-today-by-sounds-of-my-dogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112555147214308061</id><published>2005-09-01T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:11:12.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;its the start of a new month! yipeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;after trng i sat down on the curb outside my house thinking about everything. i didnt really have anything in my head yet i felt sad. everything was perfect. the sun was not too strong, the wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, and there weren't any kids around to bug me. yet i still felt like shit. ok thats not the main thing. i heard the bells they play every start of the month at 12 noon and immediately my face lit up like like like.... a bunsen burner? hahahaha. so i jumped up and i made a promise to myself. a promise about the wind. so ya. its the start of a new month. lets all forget about everything bad thats happened to us and set new goals for this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i feel like going for a swim now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BUT I GOT MY BLOODY PERIOD FOR THE SECOND TIME THIS MONTH??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmm. its a sign. haha sorry bout that. anyway, i went back to my primary school yesterday. people don't change much. theyre still as arrogant and cold as they've ever been. i wanted to see so many people but they weren't there :( but it doesen't matter. i had a good time anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok. i just wnna say something to one of the cutest most naive person i know. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after all i've done for you, after all you've done to me, the least you could do is to show me some support. so please. come watch me on monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112555147214308061?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112555147214308061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112555147214308061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112555147214308061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112555147214308061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-start-of-new-month-yipeeeeee-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112554328668073695</id><published>2005-09-01T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:58:31.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gonna start preparing for my English FYE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm just going to read essay and the vocab list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Unless anyone can suggest a better method?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So bored... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh ya my hp has been confiscated, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so contact me through msn msger or my home phone instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-shawnny-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112554328668073695?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112554328668073695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112554328668073695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112554328668073695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112554328668073695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112550311873375958</id><published>2005-08-31T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T08:47:23.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my sister has a problem... shes a bi ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;today. i was happy. my sis and i were watching superstar. she said she should join. she'd probably win. i said it was most probable that she wouldnt. she said that the blind guy has a x-factor of being blind. and that becos shes a philosopher and she smokes etc. bla bla she has an x-factor and she could win easily. i didnt believe her. i told her that if she thought so she should join. and stop arguing with me about weather she would or would not. cos actions speak so much louder then words. and talk is cheap. i told her. i would know. cos alot of people i know talk about "game strategies" and etc. but in the end it all boils down to the real match and weather u get thrashed. she said I Would Know . since "lousier" schools usually have many people who can talk but cant do. while "good" schs (like those she went to) people usually show what they say with real actions and solid proof. thats hurt me.. i cannot believe my sister can be such an idot.. i told her that i was refering to gaming anyways. and that people from "good" schs usually suck at it.. which is VERY true. (no offence) [but they arent the best]and she said i was jsut being over sensetive. and wasting my time . i told her. HEy. i HAVE time.. enough time to beat those people from "good" schools at games. and she said. id give u a bravo if u can make money out of gaming. OBVIOUSLY she is very disinformed. and sadly.. she always thinks shes so clever and knows it all.. this really pisses me off and hurts me. oh well.. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;-]bczd[-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112550311873375958?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112550311873375958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112550311873375958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112550311873375958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112550311873375958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-sister-has-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112549140200030482</id><published>2005-08-31T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T05:31:19.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SHAWN&lt;/span&gt; IS STALKING ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U noe ah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to Coro on the 8th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess who i met?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SHAWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, today i went to Cine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess who tapped me on the shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SHAWN CHANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell u ah &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you better stop STALKING me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, i met up wif my ex-classmates and i went out with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZD&lt;/span&gt; said he and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ZJ&lt;/span&gt; called out to me but i didn't hear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeaaah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My name is now *&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;whistle&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't go watch the movie with they all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos the movie was at 4++ and i already watched it (the maid)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so instead i stayed and chatted with shawn and Jovet[sp?] outside the Arcade for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i went home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Swang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112549140200030482?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112549140200030482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112549140200030482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112549140200030482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112549140200030482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/08/shawn-is-stalking-meahahahau-noe-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112548809851651333</id><published>2005-08-31T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T07:29:00.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today seems like the end of term 3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After the teachers' day holiday, its my English FYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm stressed and you know why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's because my english teacher doesnt teach us anything AT ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Teachers' day concert was the best in my entire years in SJI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The rock bands totally rawk the performing arts centre! Nigel and his wife performed so well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want to learn how to play the drums or the guitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I got the guitar at the corner of my room, maybe it's time i should start practising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;School was slack, the english teacher wouldnt come to teach us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We spent 55 minutes taking pictures of the whole class! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha it is as if we are going seperate ways after today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I JUST LOVE MY CLASS! haha okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After school, we went for one game of Defence Of The Ancient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Surprisingly, I havent lose touch of that game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I had headache after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went out.. and guess what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;SWANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahahhaaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;was it pure coincidence or ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OKAY! Time to wrap things up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To all the teachers visiting this blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-shawnny-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112548809851651333?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112548809851651333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112548809851651333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112548809851651333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112548809851651333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-seems-like-end-of-term-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112537534974055948</id><published>2005-08-30T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:15:49.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm having ENGLISH now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yupps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in the comp lab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supposedly supposed to be researching for our homework:&lt;br /&gt;Letter Writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hn... My hp ran out of batt last night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i took my daddy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's bulky and all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's functions are cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has EMBER and ASH's picture!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone's comp just let out a tune...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from a blog i think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUSTED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no la i think my teacher thinks it's a site music???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surprisingly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have yet to feel very sleepy in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is REALLY weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos i was up late last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really should sleep more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight i'm going to make sure i sleep reaaaaaaally early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to have to stay for Chinese remedial later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it's pretty useless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;language remedial classes don't really help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos you can't memorize and apply or whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's something you develop naturally as you communicate with people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you talk a lot, you will improve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you write a lot, uou will improve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you read a lot you will improve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHINESE IS HARD FOR ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't talk it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't write it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't read it... unless you count chinese comics but those are in fan ti zhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna go for chinese remedial!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoopiesss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got to go now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Swang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112537534974055948?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112537534974055948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112537534974055948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112537534974055948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112537534974055948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-having-english-nowyupps.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112532370078106016</id><published>2005-08-29T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T06:56:27.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm such a Schlemiel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Schlemiel is such a nice word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It means unlucky if you are too lazy to check out the dict cos i know most of you won't know this word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We learnt something new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*claps*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School went as per-normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joycelyn and CK had some part of their body injured as usual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so nothing new there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheerin and WQ went for robotics so they came back only after noon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clare didn't come to school today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spang, tze were perfectly normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was feeling a bit lethargic today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but onther than that i was normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the usual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to Bukit Merah with Jac and Feli &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went to KFC to eat and guess who i saw?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FALALA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAHALA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FALAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i usually call her Falala so i'm not really familiar with her real name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been ages since i last saw her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and well... i think she forgot me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she acted as if she knew me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh wells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway... so that's my "&lt;em&gt;exciting&lt;/em&gt;" day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Swang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112532370078106016?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112532370078106016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112532370078106016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112532370078106016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112532370078106016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-such-schlemielhahaschlemiel-is-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112523745849895151</id><published>2005-08-28T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T06:57:38.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;okay this is really bad. i havent been blogging fer really long. fer like ages. my last post was.. 31st july. WOW. im so proud of myself. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AND. i cannot believe swang got an a1 fer her chem test! omg. fer e same chapt i only just passed by 4 marks. SOBS. ah wells. i dun think im cut out to study. i just hate studying. every1's dng better than i am lah. stuupid shit. sigh. and yes. back to the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i shall really recall my life from 31st july. so bear with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i had my common tests in the 2nd week of aug i think. went fer tuition like almost everyday tht week. cld have just puked. everyday see my teacher's face. urghh. oh yes. then 14th was paul's bdae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;okay. i wished him already. so thts okay. so long ago. yes. then e day i ended my common tests i was so guai okay! i dint go out with my frens. my mum brought me to e polyclinic fer e bites on my hands and legs. its totally disgusting man. omg. i really hate the sight of it. i wake up in and out to find all the blobs on my skin. totally yucks. cant 15th sept come earlier? then i can go to the skin centre and find out wads wrong. urghh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but then after tht at nite we went to queensway shopping centre with my younger sis. to buy her shoes. and she ended up buying some converse shoes. its quite nice though. but im so nice la. im not gna waste money and buy new shoes again. sigh. yeah. then tht nite right, i only bought a new pair of earrings. bluish. yupps. so sad la. but then we passed by sooo many shops with sooo nice clothes and stuffs la. so i bugged my mum to bring me back there e following nite to shop again. hehh. but we dint go in e end. but e day after i was really free in e afternoon. so we both went there late afternoon and shopped till 10 plus there okay. haha. really shopped until all the shops closed. and tht day alone we 2 spent 400 over. haha. and it was ALL on clothes. crazy. i love the new white ambercrombie off shoulder top i bought la. and i bought 3 pairs of jeans. hahahaha. and i finally got my black bikini! :)) okay. weird. why am i saying this. heh. okay fine. n e following day i had sch la. but it was after exams. so who cares. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yupp. and asher's bdae wasnt long ago! HAPPY BDAE ASHER! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i tihnk i wished him like 1 day earlier la. then he was like. woah. so early. haha. he has changed SOOO much. hes become from the weird eccentric not say very gd loooking asher to the damn poseur gd looking rich guy. hahahaha. i was so shocked when i saw him performing tht day. his voice was like. soooooo low okay. haha. when he called me i thought his fren pranked me. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yupp. then e nxt thing was on sat nite. 20th aug. uhh. me, steph, shan, zd, matt and charlie went out to watch the maid. my mum only let me out tht day cause i said it was the last outing till after my end of years. heh. like real la. haha. but ah wells. in the day i met chloe to do some shopping. and we spent our 2 hours at forever 21 and topshop la. omg. i totally wanted to buy 4 tops from all e shops la. but as u know, they're alll so ex. sighhhh. the stuff from forever 21 are like damn low cut. haha. shan wld have liked the clothes there I THINK. lol. dun really know wads her taste like now. but steph wld just squeal at me saying how low it was. hahahhaa. right. anyways. then we ate at the cafe beside it. some kaya toast. quite nice i guess. then after tht i called practically every1 in my phonebook to c who can come out cause chloe had to go off. zd suddenly screamed at me over e phone tht his fren was staying over and tht he cldnt come out. OKAY. right. i was so totally scared and peeved off by him. lol. luckily shan was out with her mum. and happen by chance she was gng out at nite with matt and charlie. so i took mrt to her hs. buttttttttt. she was still out buying vitamins. haha. so i went to denice's hs. sooo really near shan's hs. then i used her com. and i was abt to blog when denice accidentally offed the wireless network. AHHH! then all my post all gone. urghh. thts why im too lazy to blog since then. lol. then she had to go to church le. so i waited at the bustop at the spc fer them. but we ended up taking a cab to town cause we were running late fer e show la. thts when i saw steph's oldest brother. OMG. they totally look alike u noe. carbon copy of her. scary like siao. and hes really damn beefed up la. like full of muscles i think. then me n shan n steph n charlie were looking out fer matt and zd from the top floor as they took e escalator up la. lol. so funny. we were guessing all e funny ppl. yupps. then when all arrived we were so shocked tht zd's like same height or taller than steph's bro man. hes so frigging tall! okay. maybe im just short. :)) then when we watched the movie right, its so weird. cause the seating sequence was like, zd-me-steph-shan-matt-charlie. smth liddat la. then e whole movie matt and charlie were talking, zd was busy trying to scare me, shan just folded her arms and sat there rigidly staring while me n steph were busy hiding and screaming. yea. right. haha. e show was kinda scary laaa. like the wati's smile, and the retarded kid.. omg. my hair's standing now. and shan kept saying tht she stayed in tht kinda hs b4 at her grandma's. omg. damn scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;okay. then after tht steph had to go off with her bro. ah wells. she got grounded after tht. sighh. then we went to far east plaza thanks to matt's brilliant idea. haha. we went to some turkey restaurant to eat ice cream. haha. and its sooo unlucky tht matt and charlie who went to buy our ice creams dint get tricked la. so stupid. matt was wearing this triumphant smile on his face. urghh. then shan and i went over. then zd went over too. then zd got tricked too. it soooooo funny okay! omg. i laughed my guts out. lol. then after matt went off. so we 4 walked all e way from far east to plaza sing. siao rite. so longg. then there shan bought her drink then we sat opposite the istana.  then at 12 i had to go off. so i had to DRAG zd off to take a cab back with me. n e stupid taxi driver go and miss my turning so dropped me outside the lane, i was so scared i ran back to my hs la! then after i bathed, zd called me and said how scary it was to run to his hs by the back door. i thought he wldnt be scared la! hahahahha. then i fell aslp on e fone again. hehh. yupp. yes then i woke up late the following day. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then this whole week was okay only la. cept fer wed. :)) i went out with shawnny to watch charlie and the choc fac. hahah. it was quite funny la. and jovett got e wrong timing okay! there wasnt any 3 smth show la. then shawnny kept persuading me to watch the 4 smth show wan. then b4 tht i had chinese oral la. and i think i screwed it up abit. hehh. but ah wells. its only chinese. then i just told my mum tht my oral ended really late and tht i go home myself la. surprisingly she was really nice. but i felt damn guilty la. sobs. then when i took 171 back home right, i saw this baby cockroach run under my seat in the bus k! i was so freaked out i put my legs up from the floor. hopefully it will attack the man sitting nxt to me. hahahah. yupps. and omg. i havent memorised my choir scores fer tmr. i think im gna get pulled out. totally bullshit. shitttttttt. really shittttttt. fuck it. im dead meat. wtf. i really wanna sing in aad la. okay. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yesterdae delia and bee n rachel came to my hs fer e lit project. and delia and rach said they recieved 2 major shocks fer e day. haha. 1st was tht bee was dressed in makeup and everything la. and her eyeshadow and everything. omg. so scary la. rach was like saying how scary it is. -rolls eyes- shes sooooo noob in makeup la. haha. then i kept feeding them with food. lol. then half e time we were using friendster la. did quite lil work. ah wells. as usual. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then today i woke up kinda late lorr. at abt 11 plus. shitt. i havent gone to visit my grandmere. shucks. feel damn bad. my grandma's alwaes asking fer me when my parents go over. ah wells. okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i don understand YOU. i mean like, i duno if i shld say sorry to u. cause i dun even know if im in e wrong. i know im alwaes falling aslp and stuffs, but. SIGH. i really duno wad to do. u dun even reply my msg. i dun suppose u want things back where they were huh. SIGH. im really at my wits end. i even stayed up till 1 last nite to wait fer ur call. but i guessed u wldnt even bother so i went to slp. okay. im really sorry fer falling aslp all e time okay? im trying my best to keep awake all e time. sigh. its because of our close friendship tht i chose to stay awake and end up slping in class. but i'd rather it tht way. whats e point of complaining now. its all my fault. sigh. and i really miss e old days where u were so close to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh and ya. zj! so has yanyi allowed u to go watch mephisto's last dance with me? haha. i need to know okay! otherwise i'll go with joel yeah. and chloe's coming along too. we're clubbing after tht. hehh. okay. finally ive finished blogging. gosh. its damn late. n i hvnt done my hmwk. totally bullshit. okay. nice day everyone!   xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112523745849895151?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112523745849895151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112523745849895151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112523745849895151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112523745849895151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay-this-is-really-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14480537.post-112515413402202579</id><published>2005-08-27T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T07:48:54.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went out with matthew,ryan,justin and han sheng. we went to orchard cineleisure and went to watch shark boy and larva girl. IN 3D. whoppee. the show was relatively okay. but there was this insolent brat that kept kicking my chair. i nearly wanted to slap him, but being the nice docile creature i didnt. anyhow.it stopped after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the boring show which matthew slept in AGAIN. i really duno why he bothers to watch movies. we went to the arcade! i played virtual tennis with matthew and i got my butted kicked. honestly, i really duno why i bother to play with him. yeah. it was quite fun. also i lost like crap.then we went to heeren. we met nicholas tan and his family there. haha. they were shopping for who knows what.then hansheng follwed justin to 77th street. while me ,matt and ryan went to the shops to window. oh. matthew got a couple more shirts from adidas. yes. then we headed down to queensway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i bought new shoes and i stared hungrily at the flexpoint. it was so nice! anw. then i realised. ryan doesnt know about the draw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me" hey ryan im playing you next sunday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan " huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me" IM PLAYING YOU IN THE AGEGROUP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan" really? easy match then"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pushed him at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funnily i was also playin justin for doubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he knew about it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ill give the tournament a walkover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caseyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14480537-112515413402202579?l=letssneakout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/feeds/112515413402202579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14480537&amp;postID=112515413402202579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112515413402202579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14480537/posts/default/112515413402202579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letssneakout.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-i-went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen it down</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01569294553358023220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
