<?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-30685055</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:09:26.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>transylvaniaaaaa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30685055.post-116990600983252959</id><published>2007-01-27T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. its saturday night, and im feelign quite pleased with myself having completed quite a lot of hw. Running's been alright... and as for other stuff, screw em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you? Where ARE you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116990600983252959?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116990600983252959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116990600983252959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116990600983252959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116990600983252959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay_27.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116964490082090032</id><published>2007-01-24T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and then i wonder, why is it that year after year, a similar kind of shit always happens to me. bloody shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. i have a freaking chinese test that i am currently dreading. im just dreading everything la ya. but shits, reflection today was good, despite having a bad day (I HATE TODAY, IN BIG BLACK BOLD). sometimes im just simply asking for it lah yeah. thank god im just not one of those i hate my parents kinda ppl. or those ill die without my mp3 kinda ppl. *thinks about how we're supposed to appreciate everyday and all that* okay fine. i dont know what i want now la okay. go screw yourselves-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, will lessen my usage of LAH and LOR. and i, will focus on my studies. ALSO, this is like crucial in some way...... i needa stop getting distracted so easily? its sucks know? i hate it, shitfaces, i hate being vulnerable, in someway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116964490082090032?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116964490082090032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116964490082090032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116964490082090032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116964490082090032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-then-i-wonder-why-is-it-that-year.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116912634802834009</id><published>2007-01-18T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to hell with the bloody bunsen burner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp open hse/ moving images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too close for comfort?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116912634802834009?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116912634802834009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116912634802834009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116912634802834009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116912634802834009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-hell-with-bloody-bunsen-burner.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116886603232953305</id><published>2007-01-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whilst walking t nuface's house today, i realised something. Actually i had alr noticed this a long time ago but just now i was seriosuly all smiles(sounds cheesy but just bear with me) ... i love my neighbourhood!!!!!!!!!!!!!(like i said bear with me) As in, marsiling neighbourhood. I love the weather, i love the people- the kind tenth floor aunty with the nice neighbour who has 10 kids, all boys, and look very much alike. The sunsets, the wind, the colour of the buildings. Sadly they are giving it a new coat of paint- one of which i hate cos its all gonna be in blue- how dull. Bloody shit. ANd i dont wanna mve house lah okayyyyyy. $%7?#$%&amp;?$%?&amp;@?#%!@#?%61. Ahahahahaha im blogging proper again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who cut the cue. Bus, food, or to pay. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons have started, but we pretty much got the second half free- art. Finally got a chance to talk t peanut proper after quite a long while... walnut after quite a short while. Yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. REMINDER: my hands just got itchy(eww sick), and thats why i decided to blgo. Wont be seeing much of this this yr... Os! Nuts.........&lt;br /&gt;No time la seriously. Ugh. And, now a lot of me is made up of move along, for the moment at least....... and you're the problem and you can't feel...... NOT t pfp-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTOR BABE! Fel salutes. I salute. You salute. HAPPY BIRTHDAY FEEZAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you :))))) camp and my 3 yrs wouldnt be the same w/o you... hope you liek the tag!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116886603232953305?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116886603232953305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116886603232953305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116886603232953305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116886603232953305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2007/01/whilst-walking-t-nufaces-house-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116869749431012825</id><published>2007-01-13T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't run away,&lt;br /&gt;Stop feeling fine.&lt;br /&gt;It's better than your worst, your worst day.&lt;br /&gt;No words to say, I'll give you mine,&lt;br /&gt;and pocket all the hurt, and just stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the staircase,&lt;br /&gt;I dream to hear you,&lt;br /&gt;In a whisper quiet room,&lt;br /&gt;Space for thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Space to scream to,&lt;br /&gt;But the echoes sound like you,&lt;br /&gt;Not the stars at night,&lt;br /&gt;In a pitch black sky,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know just wants to see you&lt;br /&gt;But the time is right and it only flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes the one to shake you down?&lt;br /&gt;Each touch belongs to each new sound&lt;br /&gt;Say now you want to shake me too&lt;br /&gt;Move down to me, slip into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, when I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;(don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before, and I don't care where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be, waiting (waiting)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm waiting (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you once more&lt;br /&gt;That, as long as you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Then ill stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genious shittt i tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116869749431012825?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116869749431012825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116869749431012825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116869749431012825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116869749431012825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-run-away-stop-feeling-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116869212024591712</id><published>2007-01-13T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know why...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. im blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i miss 1H1 and prolly the whole class- will always rmb special treatment! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i miss campfire/camp- what would i be doign now then? dragging my feet limping t some place. ahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. bro isnt home yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. you look like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. im having doubts (sseriously dont know why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i threw away 20 blank cd covers and 50 christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. when i go crazy i really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. im impassive rihgt now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i miss you? hahahahahahahahah phar-nie (nuface's and my created lingo, hahaha nuface rmb high volatge and all? HEHEHEHEH now i think it was so stupid yet hilarious. we are the marsiling idiots who spy on innova all day, heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116869212024591712?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116869212024591712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116869212024591712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116869212024591712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116869212024591712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-know-why.html' title='i dont know why...'/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116860725745496658</id><published>2007-01-12T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Due to stupid complains from pfp, ive decided t do a short update. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sec one camp 07 turned out t be pretty awesome in the end!:)&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;-CAMPFIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Indoor campfire: replaced the torches and came up with something so so so great it was one of the best campfires ive ever been to:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Special treatment HEHHEHEH: Sec 1H!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Banana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Actually it was a lot about the campfire hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, much to say bout loadsa things that happened or related t the camp but cant/dont want to post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Oeis, thriller and sexy back, instructor babe, banging wood on floors, meal time fun and what not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116860725745496658?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116860725745496658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116860725745496658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116860725745496658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116860725745496658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116815267258581974</id><published>2007-01-07T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stuck on Move Along all over again... fantastic album, absolutely love the lyrics. Top of the world, I'm waiting, and change your mind........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the sky is falling,&lt;br /&gt;don't look outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;Step back and hear I'm calling.&lt;br /&gt;Give up, don't take the fast road.&lt;br /&gt;It's just your doubt that binds you.&lt;br /&gt;Just drop those thoughts behind you now.&lt;br /&gt;Change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Let go too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't run away,&lt;br /&gt;Stop feeling fine.&lt;br /&gt;It's better than your worst, your worst day.&lt;br /&gt;No words to say, I'll give you mine,&lt;br /&gt;and pocket all the hurt, and just stay.&lt;br /&gt;Don't run away.&lt;br /&gt;It's better than your worst, your worst day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116815267258581974?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116815267258581974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116815267258581974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116815267258581974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116815267258581974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2007/01/stuck-on-move-along-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116800811081169625</id><published>2007-01-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hope im not right this time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116800811081169625?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116800811081169625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116800811081169625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116800811081169625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116800811081169625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2007/01/hope-im-not-right-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116771208889288404</id><published>2007-01-02T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY SWEET SIXTEENTH SAM!!!!! Heheheheheh. I hope you have a blast today and ill be seeing you tmr, i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Hols have been, pretty monotonous. NOt so good yet not toooooo bad or smth. But yeh school is starting, tmr thankfully, and well, i guess play time is over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for resolutions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116771208889288404?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116771208889288404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116771208889288404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116771208889288404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116771208889288404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-sweet-sixteenth-sam-heheheheheh.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116695296461427727</id><published>2006-12-24T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love Actually tonight at 10!!! Remember to catch it okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many times have i gone to see new born babies this year-.- And how many times id feel liek a pathetic anti social person sitting in the middle of nowehere doing nothing. Im getting fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116695296461427727?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116695296461427727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116695296461427727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116695296461427727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116695296461427727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-actually-tonight-at-10-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116633625259552873</id><published>2006-12-17T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK YOU SAM SNG, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116633625259552873?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116633625259552873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116633625259552873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116633625259552873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116633625259552873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/12/thank-you-sam-sng-hahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116601265819248754</id><published>2006-12-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bohemian rhapsody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the real life?&lt;br /&gt;Is this just fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a landslide,&lt;br /&gt;No escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,&lt;br /&gt;Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama just killed a man,&lt;br /&gt;Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, life had just begun,&lt;br /&gt;But now I've gone and thrown it all away.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, my time has come,&lt;br /&gt;Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little silhouetto of a man,&lt;br /&gt;Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.&lt;br /&gt;(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro&lt;br /&gt;Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.&lt;br /&gt;He's just a poor boy from a poor family,&lt;br /&gt;Spare him his life from this monstrosity.&lt;br /&gt;Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.&lt;br /&gt;(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.&lt;br /&gt;(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.&lt;br /&gt;(Let me go.) Will not let you go.&lt;br /&gt;(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can love me and leave me to die.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way the wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time i heard this song, earlier this year, i was thinking- genious! Well, after a loooooong loooooooong time i realised the master behind this amazing track is QUEEN. And guess what? Trnasylvania has a striking resemblence to this song. Cos its really not your average singalong tune and all. Its just amazing. Heh paused math just for this update. now im going back, :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116601265819248754?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116601265819248754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116601265819248754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116601265819248754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116601265819248754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/12/bohemian-rhapsody-is-this-real-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent 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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-30685055.post-116556911745150369</id><published>2006-12-08T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.320+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/3528/1243/1600/748885/mcflysorrysnotgoodenoughslv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3528/1243/320/23125/mcflysorrysnotgoodenoughslv.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely love this gorgeous sleeve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116556911745150369?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30685055.post-116537971062569411</id><published>2006-12-06T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks t nuface for understanding........ needed that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116537971062569411?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116537971062569411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116537971062569411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116537971062569411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116537971062569411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanks-t-nuface-for-understanding.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116529694851186743</id><published>2006-12-05T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay, mcfly demos t soothe myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116529694851186743?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116529694851186743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116529694851186743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116529694851186743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116529694851186743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/12/yay-mcfly-demos-t-soothe-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent 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okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116513605885221644?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116513605885221644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116513605885221644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116513605885221644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116513605885221644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-one-you-are-one-who-can-make.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>pilot show! :) (triumph)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116443030514207833?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116443030514207833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116443030514207833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116443030514207833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116443030514207833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/pilot-show-triumph.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116427830770844872</id><published>2006-11-23T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hip Hop Marmalade spic And span,&lt;br /&gt;Met you one summer and it all began&lt;br /&gt;You're the best girl that I ever did see,&lt;br /&gt;The great Larry Bird Jersey 33&lt;br /&gt;When you take a sip you buzz like a hornet&lt;br /&gt;Billy Shakespeare wrote a whole bunch of sonnets&lt;br /&gt;Call me Willy Whistle cause I can't speak baby&lt;br /&gt;Something in your eyes went and drove me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't forget you and it makes me mad,&lt;br /&gt;Left one day and never came back&lt;br /&gt;Stayed all summer then went back home,&lt;br /&gt;Macauly Culkin wasn't Home Alone&lt;br /&gt;Fell deep in love,but now we ain't speaking&lt;br /&gt;Michael J Fox was Alex P Keaton&lt;br /&gt;When I met you I said my name was Rich&lt;br /&gt;You look like a girl from Abercrombie and Fitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Pez,cold crush,rock star boogie&lt;br /&gt;Used to hate school so I had to play hookie,&lt;br /&gt;Always been hip to the B-boY Style&lt;br /&gt;Known to act wild and make girls smile,&lt;br /&gt;Love New Edition and the Candy Girl&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of you because you rock my world&lt;br /&gt;You come from Georgia where the peaches grow&lt;br /&gt;They drink lemonade and speak real slow&lt;br /&gt;You love hip hop and rock n roll&lt;br /&gt;Dad took off when you were 4 years old&lt;br /&gt;There was a good man named Paul Revere&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better baby when you're near&lt;br /&gt;You love fun dip and cherry Coke,&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you laugh when I tell a joke&lt;br /&gt;When I met you I said my name was Rich&lt;br /&gt;You look like a girl from Abercrombie and Fitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugaloo shrimp and pogo sticks&lt;br /&gt;My mind takes me back there oh so quick&lt;br /&gt;Let you off the hook like my man Mr. Limpet&lt;br /&gt;Think about that summer and I bug,cause I miss it&lt;br /&gt;Like the color purple,macaroni and cheese,&lt;br /&gt;Ruby red slippers and a bunch of trees&lt;br /&gt;Call you up but whats the use&lt;br /&gt;I like Kevin Bacon,but I hate Footloose&lt;br /&gt;Came in the door I said it before,I think I'm over you&lt;br /&gt;but I'm really not sure&lt;br /&gt;When I met you I said my name was Rich&lt;br /&gt;You look like a girl from Abercrombie and Fitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely love these lyrics as much as tell me baby's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116427830770844872?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116427830770844872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116427830770844872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116427830770844872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116427830770844872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/hip-hop-marmalade-spic-and-span-met.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116427500275603257</id><published>2006-11-23T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grown too attached, its hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116427500275603257?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116427500275603257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116427500275603257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116425654570325084?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116425654570325084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116425654570325084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116425654570325084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116425654570325084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-knew-cp-liked-harry-all-along-was.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent 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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-30685055.post-116385393610865206</id><published>2006-11-18T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love the sorry's not good enough video! best one since that girl/5cihh. but know what? i love steph, bay, cathy, celesther, rachel, leste, monique and regina much much more:) thanks guys, you are the best friends one could ever ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116385393610865206?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116385393610865206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think ive seriously grown toooooooooo attached to it. its difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MITO REACHED NUMBER 6:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( mustve really disappointed them cos they were expecting quite much from this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116342075733372886?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116342075733372886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116342075733372886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116342075733372886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116342075733372886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-ive-seriously-grown.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116316246650375487</id><published>2006-11-10T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3528/1243/1600/mattwillis3401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3528/1243/200/mattwillis3401.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's gonna win this thing!!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116316246650375487?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116316246650375487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116316246650375487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116316246650375487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116316246650375487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/matts-gonna-win-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116312786526018926</id><published>2006-11-10T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Manipulation... exaggeration... so what else is new? Fool them but you'll never get thru me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick, AGAIN. Bad cough and phlegm(disgusting much), bad throat and EYE. Ugh. Supposed t go to bay's/haagen daz(SMU) but no. Im sick sick sick. Sick, sick of you, sick of that, sick sick sick. Another day at home............................................................&lt;br /&gt;Math.................................................&lt;br /&gt;White walls.......................................................&lt;br /&gt;No more balls.............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this year's banner'll earn us smth:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116312786526018926?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116312786526018926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116312786526018926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116312786526018926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116312786526018926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/manipulation.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116307494268591618</id><published>2006-11-09T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fed Up&lt;br /&gt;OK so how many of you made bets on the exact month that Britney Spears would file for divorce from Kevin Federline? And how many of those of you that did said November 2006? Well, if you did, CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WIN!According to US website TMZ.com, Britney has handed in the paperwork necessary to end her two-year marriage, and asked for legal custody of her two children, Sean and Jayden, with Kevin being offered visitation rights.The official document - which is dated Monday November 6th - claims that the marriage broke down due to 'irreconcilable differences'. And now the big gossip is centred around whether Britney has hired Laura Wasser as her divorce lawyer. Laura's past clients include Angelina Jolie, and Jessica Simpson, so she knows a thing or two about dealing with a celebrity divorce case.But things are not looking good for Kevin's wallet, bearing in mind that Britney has also asked that each side pay their own legal fees.On the plus side, he does have an album to promote, so there's a chance people might want to talk to him right now...but not about his music. Swings, roundabouts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-totp. aahhaha, cheer up up and away mouse!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116307494268591618?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116307494268591618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116307494268591618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116307494268591618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116307494268591618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/fed-up-ok-so-how-many-of-you-made-bets.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116295105790942089</id><published>2006-11-08T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>short one before i leave the house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its feels damn good when you contribute to society. so do so more often! even the smallest thing... really, the feeling afterwards is amazing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas decos are already up in malls.. liek wth ahhaahhahaha. but i know what im giving to all for this festive season already! i love christmas:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soemtimes i might wanna think 2 was right all along and it was 3 who was behind everything and my mind, which could possibly answer my question to why i cant get along that well with 2 these days. but no, it couldnt be, right? this- not denial, but dilema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116295105790942089?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116295105790942089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116295105790942089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116295105790942089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116295105790942089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/short-one-before-i-leave-house-its.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116289619747054005</id><published>2006-11-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its amazing what you find on wikipedia when youre bored!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Once, when everybody was out, I walked around the whole house naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hear Butlins is the place to lose your virginity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Im going to start collecting trolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daniel Radcliffe is a cock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zukie (his pet lizard) is jealous of our success. The fame of being my lizard has gone to his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's ok, it's not contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back off my Mum, you weirdo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A group of girls said that my looks were all right, but my personality didn't match up to them. I was really pissed off, but I didn't care whether they liked me or not because they were bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a lot of porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a lame boyfriend... I just do whatever they tell me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once fell in love with a crab on the beach. It was called Crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah I'll go out with you, but only if you perform Beethoven's Seventh Symphony on the recorder in E flat minor 7 with a diminished root note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd take her (Lindsay Lohan) to a chicken farm. I've taken girls there before, it makes them horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was gay I wouldn't go out with any of the McFly boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Danny)"It's like he's meant to be fat but he's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like spying on Harry at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and Tom just giggle at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're just mental maaan, we're crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a secret dreamworld behind Danny's wardrobe. We go there to feed the goats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;D: "I've never been in a fight in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;TOTP: "How do you think you'd do?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Oh, I'd lose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;If I was a character from The Simpsons I'd be Professor Prim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't sing (and) I can't dance either! I am pretty pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont like the way I talk quietly when we're on TV. I found it really hard at first, but I'm getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've made a film called Doctor Dougie-little. I play a doctor who talks to horses, pigs and mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and Harry aren't as confident about singing as the others, me even more so. I'm worried people find my voice lame. I've done a few solos before, on TV shows and stuff, but you still kind of get nervous, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was raised by wolves. I have six sisters, two brothers, a mum and my dad was killed in a fight with a werewolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was a loser at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd like to adopt a child - one from every continent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm such a loser when it comes to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a sexiness scale, I'd give myself two. You have to rate yourself low, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd change my bum to a J-Lo Bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was always the worst at rugby and football. I only enjoyed girly things like trampolining and long jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In my spare time you'll find me in my room, playing with myself or my lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is my dressing room, as you can see lot of space, lots of food, lots of company, it's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am hardcore, Doug X, I'm very extreme, very loud, but not only am I Doug X, I'm Doug XXX&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116289619747054005?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116289619747054005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116289619747054005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116289619747054005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116289619747054005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-amazing-what-you-find-on-wikipedia.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116289261370879773</id><published>2006-11-07T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhahaha i smiled loads when i read this hhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bluebody"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRANSYLVANIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the oddest pop songs you’ll hear this year: starts off sounding like Pink Floyd, turns into a medieval folksong, thinks for a brief moment about being a Spinal Tap song, then swerves into Queen territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom: This is Dougie’s masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry: This is a bloody good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dougie: It’s set in medieval times – it has a very dark atmosphere – and it’s about a member of the royal family falling in love with a farmboy. They plan to run away together where these things don’t matter. The verses are narrated, the bridge is the guy singing and the chorus is the crowd singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny: This would be worth having as a single, if only for the video!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116289261370879773?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116289261370879773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116289261370879773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116289261370879773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116289261370879773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahhahaha-i-smiled-loads-when-i-read.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116287817646152522</id><published>2006-11-07T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motion in the Ocean</title><content type='html'>People marching to the drums&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's having fun to the sound of love&lt;br /&gt;Ugly is the world we're on&lt;br /&gt;If I'm right then prove me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm stunned to find a place to belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, we got a situation,&lt;br /&gt;They’re always putting us down,&lt;br /&gt;We are the generation,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t keep us on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Is it my imagination,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;We’re on a one way mission,&lt;br /&gt;We can take it all night,&lt;br /&gt;We are the sunshine nation,&lt;br /&gt;Coz of the sound of lights,&lt;br /&gt;Is it my imagination,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do you feel good.---&gt; like some shampoo advert or smth-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time&lt;br /&gt;Give up this harded mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you that&lt;br /&gt;I'm a broken man who's finally realized&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;But you're black on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uuuh&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are to cry?&lt;br /&gt;This is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(Bubble wrap, i love this song, its damn sad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd this.... beautiful set of lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's like to be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is like to be home&lt;br /&gt;And I don't walk when there're stones in my shoe&lt;br /&gt;All I know that in time I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's like to fly so high&lt;br /&gt;Or to breathe under the sea&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if someday I'll be good with goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be ok if you come along with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a long long way to go&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm going, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm just following the road&lt;br /&gt;Through a walk in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Through a walk in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hahaha, this set's the cutest&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lover, i'm not a fighter&lt;br /&gt;hold me close and i'll take you higher&lt;br /&gt;than you've ever been&lt;br /&gt;raise your hands and lay down your weapons&lt;br /&gt;we could turn this around in seconds&lt;br /&gt;fly, if you believe&lt;br /&gt;..chorus..&lt;br /&gt;light a fire, and write a sonnet&lt;br /&gt;open your hopes and your dreams upon it now&lt;br /&gt;so come sing with us&lt;br /&gt;calling out to your childen's children&lt;br /&gt;let them be loved&lt;br /&gt;and let them scream it loud&lt;br /&gt;before we bite the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- my remedy for loadsa things, yeh its all in here. bubble wrap worked well ystd. will always cherish the times we had tgt:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116287817646152522?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116287817646152522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116287817646152522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116287817646152522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116287817646152522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/motion-in-ocean.html' title='Motion in the Ocean'/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116273714407159190</id><published>2006-11-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its really depressing. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116273714407159190?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116273714407159190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116273714407159190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116273714407159190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116273714407159190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-really-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116273612382502923</id><published>2006-11-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you really irritate me you know that. least expected it from you but i guess theres a first for everything. and you. and you. and you and you and you and you. okay just two yous altogether. not that many. for now. and no its not you pfp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, right now its the5thof november. tomorrow... its coming closer. the closer it is, the more its really creeping me out. ive aways dreaded this moment. and ugh, its really bad for the mental state of health. might affect physical if you get what i mean, but it really targets the emotional the most. as quoted from regina, damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised smth. the shaved ham expires tmr too. i think theres like the 2 to 3 more pieces left. blaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MitO seriously... DOES NOT AT ALL let me down. I like bubble wrap a lot. Hahahaha. Its a sad sad song. BUt transylvania's still best. But little joanna's always has been second. I love home is where the heart is and sorrys not good enough. I love the whole album. I love mcfly:) So sure that nad loves them as much if not more too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is depressing. Seriously. But today has been a whole load of fun, surprisingly. Not regretful at all. Makes me a little more annoyed tho. Thinkadoodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really i think ill B.D. tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116273612382502923?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116273612382502923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116273612382502923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116273612382502923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116273612382502923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-really-irritate-me-you-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116244470737423830</id><published>2006-11-02T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided t blog. Its a thursday, yet im not afraid of boredom! For im armed with chick flicks t go HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Well, thanks cathy pee for lending me her discs. Well, im not a horror person, so humour is it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So, ive woken up. From bed and from loadsa things. Its hitting me real hard now that tomorrow's friday and monday is approaching slowly, creeping out of the darkness ready t blanket my world and have me eaten up by the bigpurple glob monster V3... yeh i know its scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 6th november.&lt;br /&gt;So far, there are... 3 good things that are gonna happen...&lt;br /&gt;and 2 bad things that are gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good;&lt;br /&gt;RELEASE OF MOTION IN THE OCEAN T THE WORLDDDDDDD :D&lt;br /&gt;Theres cake...&lt;br /&gt;And theres amazing race (not that much of a big deal but i guess there wouldnt be any harm adding it on to the list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad;&lt;br /&gt;$%?^@$%^?$%#?&amp;amp;$%^?#$@!$%@?^$#@?^#$#?@?3 (netballers you know)&lt;br /&gt;Milk's gonna expire. I need t drink more from that carton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU GET ME. DO YOU GET ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things: are really different now. I mean, i knwo ive said this a lotta times, but i cant stress enough how true this is. Many aspects. Okay, we've all grown up. We're the seniors of seniors next year, yet it feels like sec 2 just ended, and we still arent ready t take on sec 3, which may be a reason why we produced such results this year. Grown up? Maybe not the right term t use yet? Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. Time flies. Real fast. So fast that we sometimes, we dont notice the thigns that change around us. Day by day soemthign is happening, oblivious t us, and at the end of the wole damn process, we regret. too late now huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships. Its nearing the end of 2006. But the end of the school curriculum. How many have been well preserved and hwo many have been left t rot? Stuff liek that, makes me wonder. Loadsa stuff. But, i realise its not that easy when expressing in words. After all im not worlds best whatever whatever. But see, soemtimes you might wanna think its not them, but rather you instead? Even if its not, i guess there isnt any harm not pointing fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music. I dunno why. But ive stopped MITO(mcfly) for awhile. Back t teenage pop busted and click five. The ones on repeat? All the way (BEAUTIFUL MIDDLE EIGHT), and pop princess (its the VERSES).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised this post has been like a reflection. Good to reflect really. Cos the worlds not all that round and you cant really make it so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116244470737423830?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116244470737423830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116244470737423830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116244470737423830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116244470737423830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/11/decided-t-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116218427724469168</id><published>2006-10-30T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having sore throats and fevers really suck. Ive downed 1 and 3/4 1.5 litre bottles this morning already. EURGH and have been visiting the toilet every 10 or 15 mins. I hate being sick. Makes you weak. $%?^#?$%?^#$?^@$@^$#&amp;@?$%?&amp;amp;%43 Hey i think its gonna rain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116218427724469168?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116218427724469168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116218427724469168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116218427724469168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116218427724469168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/having-sore-throats-and-fevers-really.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116217488577551579</id><published>2006-10-30T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES ES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STAR GIRL'S NUMBER ONE IN THE UK CHARTS!!!!!!!! KNOCKED THE ASS OUTTA MCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. okay lah ive nothign agnst welcome t the black parade but........ AGHAHAHAHAHHAHA DEBUT NUMBER ONE AGAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116217488577551579?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116217488577551579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116217488577551579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116217488577551579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116217488577551579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-es-star-girls-number-one-in-uk.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116217457811275659</id><published>2006-10-30T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay what do you know my fingers got itchy. OH YUCK. NO NOT THAT WAY, NEVER. Filthy digusting whatever whatever........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like blogging! Some small stuff. The chposticks im using t eat my noodles are no better than the twigs we used t eat our noodles at camp, heh. All that longans.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, im still sick, but ill still attend trg today. Well, i have to. Hmm, still inlove with transylvania as always. And guess what! Im actually awake! I woke up at 9.30 this morning. had a good chat/ sleep with mom last night. has been quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid people make stupid mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;smart people make stupid mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;mistakes are still mistakes and theres no smart or stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%$^#?%$?^$%#^?$%?^$%&lt;br /&gt;yes i know that didnt really make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people:&lt;br /&gt;- blind and stubborn&lt;br /&gt;- stubborn and naive&lt;br /&gt;- crafty and sly&lt;br /&gt;- thn agn, could be innocent? but no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont knwo who t trust and what t change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadadadadaddadadadadadadada its 10 am and no ones online ive finished my bowl of noodles ive been having  really big appetite these days i dont know whats gotten into me thta day was 4 bowls of porridge and dinner ystd was 1 bowl of noodles porridge spag and dinner today... well today starts with one bowl of noodles. *pokes fat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motion in the ocean motion in the ocean nov SIX nov SIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn my throat hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116217457811275659?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116217457811275659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116217457811275659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116217457811275659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116217457811275659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-what-do-you-know-my-fingers-got.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116160874662420021</id><published>2006-10-23T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay youre in fr a long post cos ive a lot t say, and no it doesnt reveal much but....... yea whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, im not in a v good mood now. i get annoyed evryday, at so many ppl, then again, so many people get annoyed at me. its the same. vice versa there and here. oh but im happy i learnt smth! some people think theyre just too smart- cmon, angry? sweet? cmon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. kranji! it was quite fun actually. i enjoyed the experience. oh yes thanks pfp who gave me chocs and kept me full till we ate chicken rice which was quite enjoyable but however with prata that looked/felt/tasted like rubber tyres. Yes it was that bad. Had fun with sam looking thru the english surn names at the graveyards. AHahahahahah i love that girl:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer comp. I love us:) We rock so much. We are gonna win that cheer comp and yeah, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg. i tipped a ball and it hit someones cheek, im really sorry! Bad news/good news.... ahhh whatever you know same old same old. Selections- two more weeks t prove, thats the gd part. Bad part... not worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy t forgive but not easy t forget. Really. This sentence... the guide said it so many times. Its what i learnt tday. And boy is it true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, im a mean person. I dont knwo whether my thoguths are swayed by paticular people or do i just think that way. I think its both. Its bad. I need some cookies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, dont really care bout a lotta things anymore.... since 7.30 when i was eating mashed potatoes at RSH fishing for sheos? HAhahah it was quite annoying. The runnign shoes are good for LDR but the friction is liek $%@$#^#$@^$3, while the corss trg ones are good for court games and SDR but when you run for a short distance... your feet gets tired. I hate that. In the end? We didnt get no stinking shoe. anyway, back t where was i. So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loadsa things: i dont really care anymore. 1. The hype, in sch esp. Whatever lah seriously, i dunno why amazingly i dont find myself interested in the latest goss or whatever crap. Well, hahahah unless it'll affect my life then well, thats a diff story. 2. The net. I dnt really care bout whats going on on the net nowadays.... cept for mcfly updates. Tht yes, but otherwise... its a now and then thing? I get annoyed, it blows my mind, i dont have a good night... not worth it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i say you learn as you get older wiser smarter brighter whatever whatever and now i know what i used t do isnt as right as i thgouth it was and... yes. Im moving my thoughts back t the paperback again. For people who stoop that low t express their hate.... im gonna write in a diary and not blog. Simple. Well, not blog entirely? Not really possible, so yes, maybe when my fingers get itchy? Not gonna close blinkthrice down... the tb is still there, and my links are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hell freezes over, thats when ill tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116160874662420021?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116160874662420021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116160874662420021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116160874662420021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116160874662420021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-youre-in-fr-long-post-cos-ive-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116153344244641805</id><published>2006-10-22T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOYOYO!&lt;br /&gt;xiao-qing saw her beloved cake today!but thn right her face was so red he couldnt recognise sooo he didnt say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;did you knowww&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xq's name has a hyphen in it so it should x-q&lt;br /&gt;cathy is supposedly(she made me add in that word) more practical than xq&lt;br /&gt;xq's brother is awake&lt;br /&gt;xq took a peeekture of the little baby zhenyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word of the day:&lt;br /&gt;bimbo-A woman regarded as vacuous or as having an exaggerated interest in her sexual appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;,c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;athypeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116153344244641805?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116153344244641805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116153344244641805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116153344244641805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116153344244641805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/yoyoyo-xiao-qing-saw-her-beloved-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116152479697291387</id><published>2006-10-22T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3528/1243/1600/8%20regina%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3528/1243/320/8%20regina%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do i lve them or do i love them:) 1I//2J+regina!:) pigs!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116152479697291387?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116152479697291387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116152479697291387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116152479697291387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116152479697291387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-i-lve-them-or-do-i-love-them.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116151728647332018</id><published>2006-10-22T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went t that baby thing in a grumpy mood. Got so annoyed at yishun... little annoying kiddos run everywhere banging into everyone, techno crap, ugh, no food. Whatever whatever. The baby's good looking tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! So iive heard exactly half of motion in the ocean (6 whole tracks), im happy! For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116151728647332018?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116151728647332018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116151728647332018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116151728647332018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116151728647332018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-t-that-baby-thing-in-grumpy-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116149182591252748</id><published>2006-10-22T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transylvania!</title><content type='html'>People marching t the drums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO! So yesterday was FUN OH FUNNY! Hahahahaah i love those dummies:) Celebrating bay's birthday which is this thurs but ANWYAY! At swiss hotel and it was so fun i swear. Card games, VIDEOS! grapes...!! IT, photos, v v rich chocolate CAKE AHAHHA (have your cake and eat the damn thing!), land of the dead (or smth was it?), HAM, STICKERS AHAHHAHA, candy empire... em......... what else what else.... OH YES JELLYBEANS AHAHAHHAHAHAHA THE POPCORN ONE WAS LIKE FART YUCK !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bay, steph, pee, celesther, leste, qi en, regina, and rachel ng the one who saw this suspicious man staring at her in the train and was advised t say "never see chio before ah!" ahahahahahhahaa! I love them to bits, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh doug doug doug!)&lt;br /&gt;(Soem organ thingy...)&lt;br /&gt;soemthign somethign soemthign...&lt;br /&gt;she kept a tin and somethign her hopes and dreams were in&lt;br /&gt;She plans t run away with him forever......&lt;br /&gt;Leaves a note and starts t choke&lt;br /&gt;and fill the lump thats in hr throat&lt;br /&gt;it rainign and she leaves a code in silence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant make out this part............. (yadadadadada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeple marching t the drums&lt;br /&gt;everybodys havign fun to the sound of looooooooove&lt;br /&gt;all we used t walk along&lt;br /&gt;if from right then prove me wrong almost done!&lt;br /&gt;to find a place and belong.,,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is your lover?&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;when hell feezes over&lt;br /&gt;that's when ill tell&lt;br /&gt;who is your lover?&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't tell, when will this stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racing, pacing in the dark&lt;br /&gt;shes searching for a lonley heart&lt;br /&gt;shes fights it, but its hard&lt;br /&gt;and starts to break down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry but your majesty&lt;br /&gt;refusing Orders from the Queen&lt;br /&gt;results in a monstrosity&lt;br /&gt;makes you learn from A to Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People marching to the drums&lt;br /&gt;everybodys having fun&lt;br /&gt;to the sound of love&lt;br /&gt;all we used to walk along&lt;br /&gt;if i'm right and prove me wrong&lt;br /&gt;almost done (to find a place we belong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is your lover?&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;when hell feezes over&lt;br /&gt;that's when ill tell&lt;br /&gt;who is your lover?&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't tell, when will this stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116149182591252748?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116149182591252748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116149182591252748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116149182591252748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116149182591252748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/transylvania.html' title='Transylvania!'/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116134763569375697</id><published>2006-10-20T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. IT DOESNT GO AWAY. T$%^@$#^@#$!$#^$#@$#^@# I AHTE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE I HATE I HATE I HATE I HATE I HATE 5^?@#?#$?#$@@^#$^?#$^?#$^@#?$@^#@?? UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;ITS STILL THERE&lt;br /&gt;IM STILL FREAKING OUT&lt;br /&gt;I BLAME YOU&lt;br /&gt;NO I DONT&lt;br /&gt;I DONTKNOW&lt;br /&gt;OK NT THAT MUCH&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU JUST HAD T RUIN ME ALL OVER AGAIN DDINT YOU&lt;br /&gt;NO OF COURSE NOT! THATS RIDICULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i cant shake off the bloody thoughts and feelings. STOP REMINDING ME ABOUT IT OKAY. THATS THE LAST THING I NEED FROM YOU. BEFORE I BURY MYSELF WITH HATRED AND YOU'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO.UGh. I heard what you said you idiot, i heard what you said, idiot. UNLESS........... it was my ears that drove me mad leadnig me to the wrong path and train of thoguths, but whatever, damage done=same. trauma= equal. me being crap= what i am now. I HATE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that kind of feeling? Like as if you got raped and you got over it after so long, only t remember it ALL OVER AGAIN experienceing EVERYTHING AGAIN. all efforts wasted? very much to me. Oh flowering cans for algernon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4^@?#$^?$@?#$@^?#$@?$#@?^$#^@?#$?^$?#@^?#$ NOTHING IS MAKING ANY THING BETTER. My toe nail was ripped in half, i pulled my hamstring muscle, i dont know lah YA?! Physical.... emotional... and everything will lead t mental where i will lose my mind and UGH i think i might be driven t the point * will be contemplated. But UGH. Flowerning cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im very paranoid about things now. Something that im unaware of/ somethign that seems amiss will NOt fail t drive me insanely neurotic, and UGH. The slightest things can do much. TOO MUCH. And yes, i am hoping that youre not have those thoguths. COS WHATEVER i dont need you to. ITS NOT FAIR TO ME. Now i know how late it is for regret and how stupid thougths could become. But then again,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone makes mistakes and thats just what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell dont screw things up for me im begging you please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116134763569375697?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116134763569375697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116134763569375697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116134763569375697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116134763569375697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116126534656082551</id><published>2006-10-19T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, moms making me mad. i failed ONE SUB by ONE mark and shes making SUCH a big fuss out of it. Why cant she look at my stronger subs? Damn its always liek that. Never got praised for that A* too:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underestimated how much damage trauma could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcfly album PLEASE. Who cares bout the god damn phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116126534656082551?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116126534656082551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116126534656082551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116126534656082551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116126534656082551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-moms-making-me-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116125792393570868</id><published>2006-10-19T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it called Motion in the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Danny went on a cruise from Miami all around the Carribean, and we had a drunk chat about it one night on the balcony of the ship," explains Dougie. "There was lots of surf stuff around, which was really inspiring, designs by this artist called Drew Brophy that I really liked. We already had the album title Motion In The Ocean from when we were in a burger bar in Beverly Hills and a friend of ours was telling us about a friend of his who apparently has a really small thingy and had said 'it's not the size of your boat, it's the motion in the ocean'. Me and Tom looked at each other, like: 'album name!'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES NAD WAS RIGHT: DOUGIE WROTE TRANSYLVANIA!:) ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT TRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album stretches from the harmony-drenched pop of Sorry's Not Good Enough – equal parts Queen and the Beach Boys – to the bizarre psychedelic showtune Transylvania, written by Poynter under the influence of acclaimed US power-pop band Jellyfish's 1993 masterpiece Spilt Milk ("they really went for it, they're stuff's quite funny and a little bit weird," he explains, "it just makes you think you can do anything in a song"). At one extreme, there's the tearjerking Bubble Wrap – which starts out a gentle piano ballad and ends up with crashing electric guitars, an orchestra, the kitchen sink etc. - at another the pure McFly pop of new single Star Girl (due for release on 23rd October) , which includes a flatly hopeless Uranus pun, but is, as Harry rightly points out "no more stupid than 'what's that coming over the hill, is it a monster?'". "I had this dream that we wrote this song about falling in love with an alien and it was an amazing mega worldwide hit," says Tom. "I told Dougie about it and he said 'well, you should do it with this one'&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Friday Night, which ponders the whys and wherefores of getting thumped by persons unknown while trying to enjoy a night out, something Danny claims to have personal experience of. "A bunch of blokes started on me in a club for no reason, so I had to go to a bouncer, which I hate doing, 'I'm from McFly, these blokes want to kick the nuts out of me, can you walk me to a taxi?' So he did, but when I got in the taxi, I saw them and gave them the finger. Then I realised I hadn't locked the door of the taxi…"&lt;br /&gt;But it is album opener We Are The Young – a teen-pop take on the powerchords and drum thunder of Who's Next-era Who – that perhaps best encapsulates the new McFly mood. "There's nothing like us around," says Tom. "People need pop music. We've stuck around, we've stuck through this bad time for pop music and our fans have stuck with us. Now we're back, doing exactly what we want to do. It really feels like this is what we should be doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dougie youre so brilliant! Defintely my favourite track on the album. Which genious couldve produced such lyrics AND TUNE dammit! AHHHHHHHHH MCFLY MCFLY MCFLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so 3As(actually 2 but 69.8 is close enough)(Okay so its not close enough t N73, what the heck) Math-failed. BY ONE MARK! Totally pissed me off. SS too. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its things like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;that piss me off, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; hard for me t lift my head up again, and no i absolutely do not look forward t shoving it into fel's armpit, ever again. (speaking of fel, cant wait t get the form signed!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116125792393570868?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116125792393570868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116125792393570868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116125792393570868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116125792393570868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-is-it-called-motion-in-ocean-me.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116117740250591151</id><published>2006-10-18T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:41:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Results: at this rate i might only be getting 2As for this examination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selections..: Still going underway. Thinking about her just pisses the hell outta me. Seriously, despite our injury we still train. There are others out there who didnt even bother t run. SUPER irritated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now: Irritated. Very. Not that i know why. okay fine i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116117740250591151?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116117740250591151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116117740250591151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116117740250591151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116117740250591151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/results-at-this-rate-i-might-only-be.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116108847339296160</id><published>2006-10-17T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:34:33.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tday... sl.... rather boring but oh well. UGH TMR TMR TMR! results.. selections.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well soon coco! wouldnt want pimple t be worried for you would you(A)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116108847339296160?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116108847339296160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116108847339296160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116108847339296160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116108847339296160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/tday.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116101232977352152</id><published>2006-10-16T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:25:29.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boy does it feel so good to be so damn straight, lol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAKE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just one of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; those&lt;/span&gt; days again, AHHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116101232977352152?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116101232977352152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116101232977352152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116101232977352152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116101232977352152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/boy-does-it-feel-so-good-to-be-so-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116099858422074180</id><published>2006-10-16T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:38:35.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower singing!</title><content type='html'>Okay so the brilliant musical-liek song is called transylvania! Or at least thats whats thats been going around haahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the young:&lt;br /&gt;running the world, its the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;baby we won't ever die&lt;br /&gt;cause we're the young,&lt;br /&gt;we're all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry's not good enough!:D:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you said you'd never leave me here, yeah a whole new reson.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry's just not good enough for you,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes mistakes and that's just what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSYLVANIA:&lt;br /&gt;People marching to the drums&lt;br /&gt;everybodys having fun&lt;br /&gt;to the sound of love&lt;br /&gt;all we used to walk along&lt;br /&gt;move from right and prove me wrong&lt;br /&gt;almost done (to find a place we belong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is your lover?&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;when hell feezes over&lt;br /&gt;that's when ill tell&lt;br /&gt;who is your lover?&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't tell, when will this stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH oh brilliant mcfly dadadada:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good, in the afternoon! Morning: Dumb meeting and its liek we had t organize everythign for them-.-"&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: Celesther steph cathy rachel and I to bays place! 13 going on 30 and bring it on3! hehehehe. Haze was bad tho, but who cares, company was great:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116099858422074180?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116099858422074180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116099858422074180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116099858422074180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116099858422074180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/shower-singing.html' title='Shower singing!'/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116089584913595998</id><published>2006-10-15T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:11:05.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygod ohmyogd im GOING MAD the bloody medly is SOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT. GENIOUS! I LOOOVE thm all. the musical like song IS SO GOOD, BEST PART? DOUGIES SINGING, A LOT! its daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn good. along with this "we are young" song and sorrys not good enough! WHOOHOO! mcfly added loadsa piano in their songs this time:) motion in the ocean, despite the sucky name, is gonna be totally awesome i swearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. cant wait t disdcuss cbutt bout it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116089584913595998?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116089584913595998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116089584913595998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116089584913595998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116089584913595998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/ohmygod-ohmyogd-im-going-mad-bloody.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116088027421420421</id><published>2006-10-15T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:46:08.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry's not good enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together forever no matter how long&lt;br /&gt;from now until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;and you can be sure&lt;br /&gt;that forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;thats how long we'll stay&lt;br /&gt;together and forever more&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;a nights sleep had worked wonders, messages in the morning too. thanks loml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116088027421420421?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116088027421420421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116088027421420421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116088027421420421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116088027421420421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorrys-not-good-enough.html' title='sorry&apos;s not good enough'/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116084089084584257</id><published>2006-10-14T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:48:10.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing? spoke too early then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116084089084584257?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116084089084584257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116084089084584257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116084089084584257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116084089084584257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-spoke-too-early-then.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116083785585480863</id><published>2006-10-14T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:49:56.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thats sad. ahahahah but oh well. suprising how one can make silly assumptions just like that. but oh well we're only human. WE'RE ONLY HUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN, somethign i drilled into myself tday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS GOODIE OH GOOD. Went for lestes confirmation, hahaha was talking t moneequeue thru out, softly, politely, abt stuff. ahaha. unlike the three next t monique laughing away at someones brght red nails. AHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dinner! regina had gone off. bay celesther monique celeste peee(haha) and steph! long johns at a corner of no where. awww the 2J ppl, w/o rachel and qien:(, but still! :D ahahhaha miss those nutterssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balloons playgrounds macs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing can spoil the rest of my 1 hour and 10 mins for the day! hahaahaahha doodle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116083785585480863?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116083785585480863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116083785585480863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116080706903354713?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116080706903354713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116080706903354713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116080706903354713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116080706903354713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-works.html' title='It works!'/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116080605719801408</id><published>2006-10-14T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:19:13.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodle?</title><content type='html'>helohelo does the title work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116080605719801408?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116080605719801408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116080605719801408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116080605719801408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116080605719801408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/doodle.html' title='Doodle?'/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116080505646990479</id><published>2006-10-14T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:50:56.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i thoguth you were different from the others, but i guess not then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116080505646990479?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116080505646990479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116080505646990479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116080505646990479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116080505646990479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-i-thoguth-you-were-different-from.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116079738596997589</id><published>2006-10-14T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:43:32.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i went t the gym in the morning! (yes i actually managed t wake up!) Uhuh hahha and now its 11.27. Ive just had my duck noodles, moms looking better and nothings gonna spoil this plain, calm day. Looking forward t leste's confirmation later! Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soemtimes i wonder if its gonna be safe t type out thoughts here. Last night, I dug out all the stuff that made me happy before. Pokemon... archie comics... the gameboy which isnt working(stupid guy cheated my money!)... my 3 memory boxes... totp mgs... played busted... AND most imptly, accompanied by my prized possesion, skittles prada beef kuayteow:D Hahahahaha and of course there was that stupid pamphlet for N73 lying somewhere around... Tsk, had a good time laughing at james' stupid face and matt's dumb gurns. And archie comics! Ahahhaha only managed t read 2 double dgests cos well hahahah i read it nice and slow................. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow, then i thoguht, maybe it is time for me to update my diary thats stuck on the 10++ page on 28th june-.-" and prolly blog lesser of thoguths round here.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, (tu) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over it, thn get a life &gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116079738596997589?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116079738596997589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116079738596997589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116079738596997589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116079738596997589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-i-went-t-gym-in-morning-yes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116074986685089238</id><published>2006-10-13T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:31:06.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloody hell i miss that superhero laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116074986685089238?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116074986685089238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116074986685089238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116074986685089238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116074986685089238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/bloody-hell-i-miss-that-superhero.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116074090243498877</id><published>2006-10-13T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:01:42.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday the 13th. ahhhhhhhhhh right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116074090243498877?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116074090243498877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116074090243498877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116074090243498877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116074090243498877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116074081592373388</id><published>2006-10-13T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:00:15.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, SL this morning, with nuface, thn walnut, thn the rest, thn macs. Split. Nad Sam Nuface I to suntec. Fel hadnt arrived, i ran off. Late. Hospital. Nuface- stranded. Still gonna do sports. Bad head. Mom real sick. Things damn messy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116074081592373388?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116074081592373388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116074081592373388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116074081592373388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116074081592373388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-sl-this-morning-with-nuface-thn.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116065298649900936</id><published>2006-10-12T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:36:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE FINALLY DONE WITH! My head was liek throbbing the whole day, lack of sleep:/ So after art everyone headed home? Hmmm. Went t MOS with nuface cos i felt thirsty. Ended up staying there getting mesmerized by NOKIA N73!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mobiletracker.net/archives/images/nokia-n73-front-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mobiletracker.net/archives/images/nokia-n73-front-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My official new love, forget about W900i!!! aghahahahahahaha. :):):) Please let me get 4 As!!!! (Hah) then i can get a new phone.... DOODLE!!! then we also talked, usual cp stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head=pain. tmr=SL, hospital. PLEASE PLEASE give me the green light for sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much t yak, cant wait for monday!!!! (Miss those nuts so much)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116065298649900936?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116065298649900936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116065298649900936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116065298649900936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116065298649900936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-are-finally-done-with-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116056865783668550</id><published>2006-10-11T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:10:57.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame&lt;br /&gt;With conquering limbs astride from land to land;&lt;br /&gt;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand&lt;br /&gt;A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame&lt;br /&gt;Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name&lt;br /&gt;Mother of Exiles.From her beacon-hand&lt;br /&gt;Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command&lt;br /&gt;The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,&lt;br /&gt;“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she&lt;br /&gt;With silent lips. Give me your tired, your poor,&lt;br /&gt;Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,&lt;br /&gt;Thewretched refuse of our teeming shore,&lt;br /&gt;Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,&lt;br /&gt;I lift mylamp beside the golden door!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liek this poem. It was on the statue of liberty... hope my art turns out well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116056865783668550?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116056865783668550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116056865783668550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116056865783668550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116056865783668550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-like-brazen-giant-of-greek-fame.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116048090600493088</id><published>2006-10-10T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:48:26.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. so i decided t redo one page of development.... cos,&lt;br /&gt;1. I felt the need t do so&lt;br /&gt;2. I felt like it&lt;br /&gt;3. I felt so damn good and got high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my fridge to see one two whole plastic bags full of apples cos,&lt;br /&gt;1. We kept going t the apple rationing centre at wonderland!&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom's becoming "apple a day keeps whatever away" all now&lt;br /&gt;3. I bought them and am going t eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im left with the damn layouts and colour scheme AND half of that development cos,&lt;br /&gt;1. I am that slow&lt;br /&gt;2. Aye actually thats not bad already...&lt;br /&gt;3. i just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive decided t finish my art by today so that i can go to the library and concentrate on lit and,&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick out good quotes and get good grades&lt;br /&gt;2. sit down and have some chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;3. get good grades, get good cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAke your pick people, take your pick:) Doodle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116048090600493088?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116048090600493088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116048090600493088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116048090600493088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116048090600493088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay_10.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116045517963632440</id><published>2006-10-10T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:39:39.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Physics was seriosuly a killer mn, but heh good luck t those amath people! heh, gotta do art by TODAY. MUST MUST MUST.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh walking t compass with ryl and fel today was fun/funny! Esp the car part. We were crossing the road so this car suddenly accelerated and igot so pissed cos i thought he was like gonna ram us down so i kept staring into the windscreen tho i couldnt see who it was. I was trying to give the pissed face but coudlnt see his. Then the car drove by and MANO was inside ! I was like, WHOOPS! Ahhahahahaha doodle!! but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116045517963632440?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116045517963632440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116045517963632440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116045517963632440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116045517963632440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/physics-was-seriosuly-killer-mn-but.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116039406428023324</id><published>2006-10-09T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:41:04.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a HAPPY day!:D Productive time at the libraryyyyyyyyyyyyy doodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy!::D:D:D:D::D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuface and i composed two songs Hahahahhahah. HAhahaha thers one which i now refuse t post, but theres the other one bout BIG DADDY AHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called EMO HIPPO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cuts run deep , the blood snakes down&lt;br /&gt;no destination hovering the wind in the storm&lt;br /&gt;covered in his hoodie, he's lost his moodie&lt;br /&gt;yo, yo get the 411 yo! (LOL WTH!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the homies in th back in red cadillacs&lt;br /&gt;All pimp and styling saying shake it like daT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yall so you got me figuredout&lt;br /&gt;the names big daddy and youre checkingme out&lt;br /&gt;all the girls go crazy the boys go wild&lt;br /&gt;youre knees go weak just checking my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shorty be banging wanna see my junhk?&lt;br /&gt;come on lets ride baby lets get funk!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah yo babe youre my sexy love&lt;br /&gt;you got me trippin my baby dove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but behind the mask im fat and emo&lt;br /&gt;all the girls say hero to zero&lt;br /&gt;no one sees the scars i bear&lt;br /&gt;underneath the bling bling that i wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhuh thats my life i cant say no more&lt;br /&gt;my small daddys here and we're raw&lt;br /&gt;so come on out and check us out&lt;br /&gt;im emo and hippo beat boxing out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo yo get the 411 yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa you shld seriosuly see who the hell is big daddy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My library cake!!!!!!!!!!!:))))))))))))) (No HES NOT BIG DADDY)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116039406428023324?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116039406428023324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116039406428023324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116039406428023324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116039406428023324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-is-happy-dayd-productive-time-at.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116030756474801631</id><published>2006-10-08T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:39:24.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay... hitler and the CCP is making me really bored. Slept for 3 hours instead of studying history:/Art: Only half's done. Yes yes i knwo im screwed thanks.&lt;br /&gt;But anwyay, ive found SUPER EXTRA MORE MOTIVATION TO GO TO THE LIBRARY and study like $^@#$^#$#$^$#. heheheheh. Doodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woodle doodle doodle woodle. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DEMAND A NEW PAIR OF SLIPPERS, not for me of course, :D AHhhhhh okay you'll seriously be thinking what the hell has gotten into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nananana nananana nananana..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep late and wake up late tmr, HEHEHEHEHEHEH. I dunno why but i kept replaying dont stop me now with brian may and mattttttttt.... the vids. Whehehehehehehehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dougie's hot, doodle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116030756474801631?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116030756474801631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116030756474801631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116030756474801631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116030756474801631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116027504564315698</id><published>2006-10-08T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T10:37:25.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so thankfully the haze has gone down. Last night was the smelliest night ever.  Makes me wonder how ppl can still barbeque-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cathy was stuck fishing videos of harry ystd:D and sngwei is stuck on star girl now. Ahhhh how brilliant can mcfly get:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of art and history today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116027504564315698?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116027504564315698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116027504564315698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116027504564315698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116027504564315698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-so-thankfully-haze-has-gone-down.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116019244570996138</id><published>2006-10-07T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T11:40:45.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfing the sun as it starts t rise</title><content type='html'>At least im not one who changes the story&lt;br /&gt;At least im not one who creates a story&lt;br /&gt;At least im not one who weaves a bad plot t put someone in a bad light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haze not looking good again today. PSI at 10: 130!!! Goodness. Thats like, highest of the year. But yes anyway. I got so annoyed with myself, or rather my alarm clock. Last ngiht, i decided id wake up at 10. Then i changed it to 12 knowing how much sleep i need drg the weekends. Then this morning i woke up, i saw my clock at 12 so i woke up and stuff so tired. But needed t do shit lah so i just dragged myself up anyway. Went out of the room then bro was like whoa so early ah. I checked all my other house clocks and found out my clock was like one hour early-.-" Irritating only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess im stuck in this mad mad world, with things that i wanna say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116019244570996138?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116019244570996138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116019244570996138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116019244570996138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116019244570996138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/surfing-sun-as-it-starts-t-rise.html' title='Surfing the sun as it starts t rise'/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116014611686703972</id><published>2006-10-06T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:49:53.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3528/1243/1600/mcflyshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3528/1243/320/mcflyshoot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh dan and doug look so good in this pic...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im listening to you've got a friend now, yea the mcfly version. And suddenly, it seems so comforting, you know? I think its the lyrics+tom's voice. Its really really comforting:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays papers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem- Full of careless mistakes hahahaha. I so totally forgot bout the plus and minus sign, the blast furnace equations, and uhm, CHROMATOGRAPHY! Ya omg that one was like shit man wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit- paper not finished. (again) But the prose was really enjoyable. And oh i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; cant wait for SOB-.-&lt;br /&gt;_ _&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, a day of art tomorrow i guess. Get everything done then i wont have t worry about a single shit. Heh. ANd oh oh oh haha, the nine o clock show was so sweet know. AHahahha ive no idea wth is wrong with me now. But yeah. Its like a good day today. Papers--&gt; not so pleasant cramps--&gt; papers--&gt; litremedial!--&gt; bonding with fel sam and nuface(roaches and stuff?&gt; hahaha) --&gt; time with nuface at the interchange after a superbly long time--&gt; sleep--&gt;gym --&gt;shower --&gt; dinner at causeway! --&gt; nine o clock show --&gt; computer listening t youve got a friend admiring dougie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened t all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Close your eyes and think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And soon I will be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To brighten up even your darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sky above you&lt;br /&gt;Should turn dark and full of clouds&lt;br /&gt;And that old north wind should begin to blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep your head together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And call my name out loud, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Soon I'll be knocking upon your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll hurt you, and desert you&lt;br /&gt;And take your soul if you let them&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but don't you let them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full moon's great, (tho the haze ruins everything. PSI: 80), happy lantern festival! (Or whatever its called ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116014611686703972?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116014611686703972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116014611686703972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116014611686703972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116014611686703972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahhhhhhhhhh-dan-and-doug-look-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-116005137025208401</id><published>2006-10-05T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:29:30.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahaha know what? I shldnt be that $?^#?%?^?%# after all. I did my share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wanna know something else? I actually enjoyed writing today's chinese essay and letter writing! Usually id find it a chore. That its so tiring t write and compose. But now, even tho i may not get fantabulous marks for it, im still pleased wth my self:) Hahaha its like the first 20 minutes i was just playing with the string they gave us, cos it was so cheem i couldnt understand much. Then suddenly i saw "bo ke" and i was like woo hoo! So i started writing my ass off. Hahahahaha did the informal for letter writing. Listening was easier this year. But main paper was ..... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Ystd's math paper: i WONT say its easy, cos well i left like 3 blanks or something. But alah, i sincerely hope i passed, i enjoyed doing it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excessive chem drilled into my brains today courtesy of GG. Hope it'll be good tmr. Heard nsew set the paper. Lit too, that reminds me- i havent read the damn text yet-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED t go t the gym tmr, fgjodfjgodf8tj4w9tj34lmq4o5jrtkfamds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you do/see/weigh things. No, not you pfp-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE more thing. Im in love with the middle eight of "all the way" all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill never let you down&lt;br /&gt;Ill, always be around&lt;br /&gt;when you need someone,&lt;br /&gt;to catch you when you fall down.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting here for you, if,&lt;br /&gt;you decide you want to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-116005137025208401?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/116005137025208401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=116005137025208401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116005137025208401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/116005137025208401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahahaha-know-what-i-shldnt-be-that.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115995070657512459</id><published>2006-10-04T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:31:46.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont know why but somehow&lt;br /&gt;The ones you love you hate now,&lt;br /&gt;You feel down and blue&lt;br /&gt;Look at what you've thrown away&lt;br /&gt;They stood beside you all the way&lt;br /&gt;Now its too late, its too late for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life has been unkind&lt;br /&gt;And you're losing your mind&lt;br /&gt;Look in the mirror afraid of what you'll find&lt;br /&gt;It feels like time's not on your side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115995070657512459?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115995070657512459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115995070657512459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115995070657512459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115995070657512459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-know-why-but-somehow-ones-you.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115994728468912020</id><published>2006-10-04T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:37:40.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay ive deceived myself long enough. Its been me all the while. Either i was just blind t see, or i ddnt wanna admit it. But well, like they say, you get what you deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115994728468912020?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115994728468912020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115994728468912020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115994728468912020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115994728468912020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-ive-deceived-myself-long-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115987695109927547</id><published>2006-10-03T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:42:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not eating my bread early&lt;br /&gt;doing chinese papers in the morning&lt;br /&gt;wasting today when i couldve slept in and study more&lt;br /&gt;having a conversation which totally left me disgusted&lt;br /&gt;having t face ppl's attitudes&lt;br /&gt;you not wanting t talk t me&lt;br /&gt;the hazy and hot weather&lt;br /&gt;the smelly rain&lt;br /&gt;leaving the library late&lt;br /&gt;having t wait for 913 for eternity&lt;br /&gt;spending less than half an hour at the gym&lt;br /&gt;having my knees smell like crap now&lt;br /&gt;having t wash my knee guards and use the nike one tmr&lt;br /&gt;not having any more fruits in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess id still have t say its a good day cos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rahs birthday! happy birthday badak!:)&lt;br /&gt;161 came early&lt;br /&gt;lit lessons were fun&lt;br /&gt;motivation pic fr peeass&lt;br /&gt;the 2 ss periods were quite productive&lt;br /&gt;some how im aliek t fel but thats nt much a gd thing-.-&lt;br /&gt;of productive studying at the library&lt;br /&gt;at least i still managed t work out after all&lt;br /&gt;ahah peanut and bay are nice patient ppl who dont seem t get irritated with me (i think)&lt;br /&gt;mom came home early and we had dinner tgt&lt;br /&gt;im eating a bengawan solo strawberry snow skin moon cake:D and the green tea one is my next victim:D&lt;br /&gt;PFPs diahorrea seemd t have subsided lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine so thats more cons than pros. my day didnt go too well today. but i guess its better than NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;hehh.&lt;br /&gt;SS and Emath 1 tmr, good luck ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115987695109927547?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115987695109927547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115987695109927547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115987695109927547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115987695109927547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/despite.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115979249920622478</id><published>2006-10-02T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:34:59.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo! So, once again, happy belated childrens day heh- Its finally october!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out with a good day of the new week/month and no i dont intend t ruin the remaining. At all costs. I will be happy! (Happier than sept)(Much)(I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour at the stadium+gym and cathypee gets #?&amp;$%&amp;amp;#?$%?&amp;#$%&amp;amp;?# tired, -.-"//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a good day again tomorrow!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hope pys terrible case of diahorrea gets much better)&lt;br /&gt;(SAM SNG walnut owes me loads-.-)&lt;br /&gt;(Peanut's always nice:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Someone else has an apparent problem:/)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115979249920622478?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115979249920622478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115979249920622478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115979249920622478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115979249920622478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/10/yo-so-once-again-happy-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115961808014951022</id><published>2006-09-30T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:08:00.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.. smth happened t my gma in hospital. =No dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours to salvation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115961808014951022?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115961808014951022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115961808014951022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115961808014951022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115961808014951022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115961194182498663</id><published>2006-09-30T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T18:27:49.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so, things happen. i hate it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;didnt expect you t be like that?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT FOR TMR! Know why? Its gonna be october:) No more september! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABHOR&lt;/span&gt; september.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T the gym for awhile, then zoom! Detour t a family dinner. Doodlodoodlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of words t say&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whether things are gonna be okay (for me)&lt;br /&gt;But now i know not to trust what i dont wnat to&lt;br /&gt;Keep myself safe and the sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. I think PFP would be like -.-"&lt;br /&gt;But oh well whatever ive 40 mins left till the car reaches the stadium!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115961194182498663?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115961194182498663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115961194182498663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115961194182498663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115961194182498663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-so-things-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115954283678087110</id><published>2006-09-29T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:16:07.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANNA GO TO THE MCFLY TOUR 06!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEEMS TOOOOOOO COOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they say: Tom's side, Who You Gonna Call...?!&lt;br /&gt;And then the crowd answers. "Ghostbusters!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tom goes to piano*&lt;br /&gt;Danny: You look like Elton John&lt;br /&gt;Tom: You've already done that joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dougie did the diahorrea song while Danny's guitar got re-tuned.&lt;br /&gt;Tom: I can't believe you guys are all singing it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed a clip of the home video which is exclusively for the download of Star Girl - Tom and Dougie had a lightsabre fight. Tom was pratically creaming himself: "DID YOU SEE THE LIGHTSABRES!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through Harry does a drum solo and then the rest come on stage with reggae type drums&lt;br /&gt;In the entrance, the lights go on they walk down some steps waving, their guitars come out the floor.&lt;br /&gt;The stage has a bar, hard rock cafe sign, a car, surf boards, and a blue piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry does what he did in JML! The coming out of nowhere thing... yknow yknow???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom did some robot dancing to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've not given Harry a mic this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dougie put a bucket on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny did some spacky rave dancing to diahorrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had bloody good fireworks at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's funny how they scream at everything we say.'&lt;br /&gt;'Dougie, that doesn't  mean you can say anything'&lt;br /&gt;'I can't buy porn without a credit card'&lt;br /&gt;'DOUGIEE!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like everyone booed Lindsay Lohan when she  was on the jml clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!$#^%$&amp;$%&amp;amp;amp;amp;#$&amp;$%&amp;amp;$%&amp;$%#&amp;amp;$%&amp;#$%&amp;amp;$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it was a world tour kinda thing..... :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115954283678087110?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115954283678087110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115954283678087110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115954283678087110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115954283678087110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wanna-go-to-mcfly-tour-06-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115954093412822555</id><published>2006-09-29T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:42:14.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Letter writing: scrwed. Woah after the paper, everyone was just like complaining bout the lack of specification and stuff ahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was fun! Nuface and i went t cold storage at first, wnating t get freebies and all lol. Damn stupid lah. But the stupider part: walking round and round john little and metro spraying cheapo ten dollar pefumes on oursleves AHAHHAHAHA it was so dumb i swear. Thn we were trying t collect those paper for testing and stuff. We almost collected all: but the lady from MANGO was just guarding hers so tightly! So hahahaha all we got was armani ones, ralph lauren ones, polo ones.. i cant rmb heh. THen we went t the cosmetics section and painted each others' faces with the eyeshadows or whatever theyre called la ahhahaha. BUT OH ANYWAY WORD OF ADVICE: IF YOU ARE INTENDING ON BUYING PERFUME, DONT GET THE DBECKS ONE. IT STINKS. Like some chinese herb, BITTER herb. +o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Lets play with 1 2 and 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 1 down! 6 to go-.-&lt;br /&gt;2. 2moro WILL be a day of productive studying. At a family gathering? Lets try. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;3. What about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gma's in the hospital. Blah. I knew september wouldnt be good. No offence t spetember babies or anything. But yea heh.&lt;br /&gt;November! It'll be a good month:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115954093412822555?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115954093412822555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115954093412822555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115954093412822555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115954093412822555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/letter-writing-scrwed.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115944354940265068</id><published>2006-09-28T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:59:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just happy that verythings back t normal now. its time t concentrate on the exams. nothign of the past is to be raked up or mentioned again, please. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;just let everything be simple, i dont want t know additional stuff and neither do i wanna involve myself in unneccessary crap. if it happened before, then so be it. mistakes made, we all learn something. now we move on, everythign simple and easy, dont complicate things, and i guess everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but why does trouble always find me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna know anything. so there.&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/30685055-115944354940265068?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115944354940265068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115944354940265068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115944354940265068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115944354940265068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-happy-that-verythings-back-t.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115935774374567483</id><published>2006-09-27T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:49:03.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3528/1243/1600/SCAN3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3528/1243/320/SCAN3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the tour book.... ^%^&amp;%^#*%^$*@#%!%#$@#$^@$# Dougie=Hot!&lt;br /&gt;I dont really liek the star girl vid tho... too simple:/ ANd what did they do to doug?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ayway. Tday wasnt that bad a day. Assholes laughing at my knee guards.. again-.- AHahha and slight walking difficulties:(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chem class was just ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, am gonn fail that physics mock test. I think i didnt do like 15 marks worth. Ugh, im sorry. I didnt study hard for it. But whatever, exams are up next week, kinda scary actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon naps are taking away time for me t study...  shall do so later then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%?^%?#&amp;amp;?%$&amp;amp;?%@%&amp;?#$%&amp;amp;?%$#&amp;amp;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115935774374567483?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115935774374567483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115935774374567483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115935774374567483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115935774374567483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-tour-book.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115927593781976283</id><published>2006-09-26T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:05:37.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Visit t NUH today. Unfriendly nurses. 1 qualified doctor and 4 wannabes all in the same room examining my knees. Slight dislocation:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going t school tmr. Unfortunately ive not done my chinese. History is done tho. Day of science tmr. That reminds me: i forgot all about the term porkfloss piggy loh peiying due t some knid of depression yesterday:/  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so my mom canceleld the appt tmr and ill have t go t sch. Hope it;ll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing: bacteria? Ha. Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115927593781976283?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115927593781976283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115927593781976283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115927593781976283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115927593781976283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/visit-t-nuh-today.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115919139695452967</id><published>2006-09-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:36:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY HADY WON! THANK GOD! i was like HADY MIRZA WHOOHOO!!! and i started shrieking like some highpitched baboon and jumping like soem mad dog but had t stop....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115919139695452967?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115919139695452967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115919139695452967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115919139695452967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115919139695452967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-hady-won-thank-god-i-was-like-hady.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115919033096887499</id><published>2006-09-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:18:51.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SI is on a commercial break now. Im beginng t think jonathan has let fame get t his head. OH well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really in the best of moods. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day with py and peanut tday was quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the looks of how things are going, i have t give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having a tummyache form all that honeydew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im stuck on She believes in me by kenny rogers. Dont knwo why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115919033096887499?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115919033096887499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115919033096887499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115919033096887499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115919033096887499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/si-is-on-commercial-break-now.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115909606887180240</id><published>2006-09-24T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:07:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like the time in school when we got free lunch, &lt;br /&gt;and the cool kids beat us up ( reduced lunch) &lt;br /&gt;and the rich kids had convertibles &lt;br /&gt;and we had to ride the bus ( 55) &lt;br /&gt;like the time we made the baseball team, &lt;br /&gt;but they still laughed at us ( you still suck) &lt;br /&gt;like the time that girl broke up with me &lt;br /&gt;cause I wasn't cool enough ( Trip) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little things, &lt;br /&gt;little things they always hang around &lt;br /&gt;the little things &lt;br /&gt;little things they try to break me down &lt;br /&gt;the little things &lt;br /&gt;little things they just wont go away &lt;br /&gt;the littles things &lt;br /&gt;little things made me who i am today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna hate me now &lt;br /&gt;but I wont stop now cause &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the time mom went to that institue &lt;br /&gt;cause she was breaking down &lt;br /&gt;( I just can't take it) &lt;br /&gt;like the car we had that wouldn't start we had to walk to get around &lt;br /&gt;( can I get a ride?) &lt;br /&gt;and that same year on christmas eve &lt;br /&gt;dad went to the store &lt;br /&gt;(uhh..see you guys later) &lt;br /&gt;we checked his room his things were gone &lt;br /&gt;we didn't see him no more (dick)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115909606887180240?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115909606887180240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115909606887180240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115909606887180240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115909606887180240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/like-time-in-school-when-we-got-free.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115901668989954328</id><published>2006-09-23T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:05:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am .s.a.d.?. i dont know. im quite pleased with finishing my 4th board for art already... hmmm. Finally some quality time with mom and bro tday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive learnt: theres just too much that time cannot erase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there so many songs about rainbows? And whats on the other side...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115901668989954328?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115901668989954328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115901668989954328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115901668989954328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115901668989954328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115892697162908017</id><published>2006-09-22T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:43:08.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When its all about the music</title><content type='html'>You and me&lt;br /&gt;we shared a mystery&lt;br /&gt;we were so close&lt;br /&gt;like honey to the bee&lt;br /&gt;And if you tell me how to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;A minor in a major kind of way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firefly come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Make the night as bright as day&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking out for you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you're lonely too&lt;br /&gt;Firefly come lead me on&lt;br /&gt;Follow you into the sun&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Firefly come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walnut's got me back on this song. Its been so long since i went nuts over it. Hahahahahha:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THEN, theres:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Monday, Happy Days.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Friday, Happy Days.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend comes,&lt;br /&gt;My cycle hums,&lt;br /&gt;Ready to race to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days are all,&lt;br /&gt;Happy and Free. (Those Happy Days)&lt;br /&gt;These days are all,&lt;br /&gt;Share them with me. (oh baby)&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye grey sky, hello blue.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing can hold me when I hold you.&lt;br /&gt;Feels so right, it can't be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' and rollin' all week long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Monday, Happy Days.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Friday, Happy Days.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, What a day,&lt;br /&gt;Groovin' all week with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days are all,&lt;br /&gt;Share them with me. (Those Happy Days)&lt;br /&gt;These days are all,&lt;br /&gt;Happy and Free. (oh baby)&lt;br /&gt;These Happy Days are your's and mine.&lt;br /&gt;These Happy Days are your's and mine, Happy Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;Hello sunshine, goodbye rain,&lt;br /&gt;She's wearing my high school ring on her chain.&lt;br /&gt;She's my steady, I'm her man,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love her all I can.&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna cruise her round the town,&lt;br /&gt;Show everybody what I've found&lt;br /&gt;Rock'n'roll with all my friends&lt;br /&gt;Hopin' the music never ends.&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh, pretty uneventful day and no i dont think i shld blog about it. I came home after cheer prac, ate some cookies, drank some milk, and fell asleep. All the way till 7.15. Didnt do no shitty art or study chemistry. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new resolution? Is quit difficult t keep after all. But nope im not gonna stop trying. I will do what i can t satisfy and make myself happy. Ill try. Trying is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my peanut and my cigbutt, two people whom i consider trustworthy:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115892697162908017?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115892697162908017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115892697162908017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115892697162908017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115892697162908017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-its-all-about-music.html' title='When its all about the music'/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115883812373114409</id><published>2006-09-21T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:28:43.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I, can proudly say, that i, am straight. Right steph? Hahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes anyway. Tday was like a sec 2 day! After school. But sam sng just had t ruin it all. Hahahah kidding. But yes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if tday were t be my last day,.,, I wouldnt be happy. There;re so many things undone. Shall work on this problem... tmr. If theres one:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115883812373114409?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115883812373114409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115883812373114409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115883812373114409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115883812373114409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-can-proudly-say-that-i-am-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115876217833259212</id><published>2006-09-20T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:22:58.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why must things be so complicated. why is it in human nature tht we are that curious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, it is down t the question if we had lived the day t the fullest w/o regrets and as if there would be no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive thought over many things. the little details and all. and from tmr, ill just live every day like how i think it is supposed t be lived like. as if the following dy, were t be the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a town called hyprocrisy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115876217833259212?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115876217833259212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115876217833259212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115876217833259212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115876217833259212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-must-things-be-so-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115875229484116482</id><published>2006-09-20T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:52:55.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling really really sad now. All i wanna be is happy, and someone who ccan make my ownself proud. With a menicus injury on the right knee and a suspected case of chondromalacia (runner's knee) on my left, i doubt i can see myself being happy nor making myself proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i never fail t wonder, why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: ive been researching a lot on knee problems and its symptoms. things not looking good:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say life is unfair, but what can you do? Nothing, or maybe just make the best out of it. Well, I CANT DO THAT NOW?! I cant jump too much, squat even. Not even able t do stairs or that kind of thing. And now ive a worn out meniscus and a bone jutting out of my left knee. %$?&amp;#$%^?#$%?#^$%&amp;amp;amp;#?%$&amp;$%&amp;amp;?%?&amp;%#&amp;amp;?$%&amp;amp;?#$%?$%?^?#@^?#$?^#?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115875229484116482?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115875229484116482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115875229484116482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115875229484116482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115875229484116482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-feeling-really-really-sad-now.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115866508338266541</id><published>2006-09-19T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:24:43.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WIH YOU?! GET TH MESSAGE, ACCEPT IT, AND STOP BUGGING ME, OKAY?! LIKE SERIOUSLY, I DONT WANNA HAVE ANY MORE ADDITIONAL AND NOT TO MENTION UNNECCESSARY PROBLEMS, OKAY?! SO STOP IT. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied and talked t celesther at the WRL today. Productive, and i feel much better. If only i could turn back time. I realised ive wasted my sec 2 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115866508338266541?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115866508338266541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115866508338266541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115866508338266541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115866508338266541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-hell-is-wrong-wih-you-get-th.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115858175733292417</id><published>2006-09-18T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:15:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have not been blogging much lately. Feeling rather restless, getting constant headaches from sleepless or almost sleepless nights. I hate the way the few of us spend the whole night slogging only to find out the deadline's been extended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went running earlier, not too much cos i see the need to start small thn slowly increase. So i just ran for 10 mins. Not too fast either. Made me seriously realise its been too long since i last trained. My knee's not that bad now, and now its got a really hot knee guard wrapped around it. +o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was fun again today:) Very lame, well, too bad lah im just that lame and theyre all a little bit more sane but still lame. Hahahahahaha but it was fun laughing. Got the art topics, things not looking good:/ Got the exam timetable too, and they put lit with chem and lit with art. Like, 4#%#$@%^?#$?%@#$%^@?#$^?34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Finally went t pay respects on sunday. Prayed for other stuff aswell. Yea its quite weird cos i dont believe in such stuff, but this time, i was desperate and needed t get things OFF MY BACK, like how i do now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night of filmstrips. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing appetite again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115858175733292417?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115858175733292417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115858175733292417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115858175733292417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115858175733292417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-not-been-blogging-much-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115842020885758653</id><published>2006-09-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:42:26.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tday was quite fun, not produtive fo me tho. ahhaha, swedish meatballs, A1, py dancing, all at her house with fel sngwei and maddy. all of em cept fel and i were productive hahahaha. no gossiping, just fooling, typewriting, blha blah. hehe. im working on my art now, have loads t do. and that photo paper thing? freaking expensive. i think ill just have t use normal paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it thru AGAIN. but whatever lah, im nt gonna t it here. you all will be like, yeah eyah thats what she said the previous time and the time before the previous time. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from pys blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM:&lt;/b&gt; Xiao-Qing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WANT:&lt;/b&gt; Motion in the ocean, a lot of other albums but the one mentioned is top priority, t just be happy and not ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  WISH:&lt;/b&gt; for.... sarah and nash t enter the same jc i land myself into:) and christmas to arrive early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE:&lt;/b&gt; a lot of things. okay lets go thru this slowly. POEPLE TOUCHING MY HAIR. im really irritated bout that. people acting as if its only them who matter in the world, uh... techno. horror flicks, fights, war, injustice, unreasonable people, cowards........ i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS:&lt;/b&gt; my friends. primary school. my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I FEAR:&lt;/b&gt; living a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HEAR:&lt;/b&gt; Star girl- mcfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WONDER:&lt;/b&gt; why me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I REGRET:&lt;/b&gt; not treasuring what i HAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM NOT:&lt;/b&gt; dao. I may give off a bad impression but im not dao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DANCE:&lt;/b&gt; very much unlike michael jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I SING:&lt;/b&gt; all the time. I looooooove t sing. ANd i dont care bout what people say bout how i do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I CRY:&lt;/b&gt; not very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS:&lt;/b&gt; confident. thats kinda sad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MAKE WITH MY HANDS:&lt;/b&gt; !? like what, cake? CAKE!AHAHAHA ok sorry, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I CONFUSE:&lt;/b&gt; mmyself, at times. now, im not that confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I NEED:&lt;/b&gt; to start training again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  SHOULD:&lt;/b&gt; learn how t concentrate better and not get so distracted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  START:&lt;/b&gt; singing when i want to? i dont know. eating when im hungry. listenign when i should. taking charge whn i see thigns are in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I FINISH:&lt;/b&gt; if its finished, then it should be done, AND IT SHOULD BE IN PAST TENSE. -.- ive finished, nothgin much for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  LOVE:&lt;/b&gt; MCFLY! Netball! Music. The usuals? Family friends orange blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I REMEMBER:&lt;/b&gt; a lotta things. I should really get knocked down by a car then get amnesia, it'll do me somegood. At this rate i might just go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I TAG:&lt;/b&gt; no one. Cmon man, this has gotta stop. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115842020885758653?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115842020885758653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115842020885758653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115842020885758653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115842020885758653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/tday-was-quite-fun-not-produtive-fo-me.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115832174836964154</id><published>2006-09-15T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:02:28.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being sick&lt;br /&gt;2. Being lazy&lt;br /&gt;3. Losing appetite&lt;br /&gt;4. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. With a better apetite&lt;br /&gt;2. with a not so better head (maybe its brain cancer)&lt;br /&gt;3. with the intention of preventing my blog from rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality has hit me. Like, in a lot of aspects. Now, im beginning t treasure the little things much more. Things that ive lost, (and sorely miss), cant be retrieved. Well, at least not that easily. The world doesnt revolve around me and i cant expect thigns t go my way all the time. I swear time at the library has proven to be doing me some good here. CEPT FOR THE DARN FRIES. OH MY GOD. 3.20 fries, one WHOLE BIG portion i barely ate 1/5 of it which is quite untypical, if theres such a word. But yeah ya, it was horrid, trying t stuff myself with fries, ugh. Dont ever buy it unless you are prepared to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Share it&lt;br /&gt;2. Waste it and throw it away&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave witha bulging belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Py i know you like my paper chicken rice!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, star girl has fully taken effects! Absolutely brilliant..........! I miss Sec 3 camp, the year before sec 3, and the period after camp.. till 3 months later where things started changing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away, watch the night turn into day&lt;br /&gt;Dance on the milky way&lt;br /&gt;And ill be with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;My star girl rules the sky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115832174836964154?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115832174836964154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115832174836964154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115832174836964154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115832174836964154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-1.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115806205044363147</id><published>2006-09-12T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:54:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: Back t my sleeping mode, almost in every class. Woah these head aches are killing me man. Shall die soon heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAR GIRL! T the tune of good day(mcfly). Brilliant lyrics, brilliant song. Once again im looking forward t "motion in the ocean". Seriously, thats the worst title ive come across for an album. And that gay logo. Ugh. But its okay, its their amazing music that counts! MCFLY:)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of science tmr, ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115806205044363147?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115806205044363147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115806205044363147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115806205044363147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115806205044363147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-back-t-my-sleeping-mode-almost-in.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115797643089482150</id><published>2006-09-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:07:10.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just thinking, life4 could be SO much easier when you dont indulge in gossiping or judging or whatever. When you dont gossip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You stay out of a lot of trouble&lt;br /&gt;2. you find that life isnt that complicated after all&lt;br /&gt;3. people actually start t appear nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe afterall, i could do without gossip. It'll save me some trouble and life wont be that much of complication when i look at it again. Its rather silly actually, because gossips makes you judge, and judegements are not that accurate sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, after saying all this chunk of crap, i might just gossip again. Its tempting that i must admit. But after i decided nt t care about that monkey matter anymore, a lot of things became less important and i realise: hey maybe they arent that important after all. And with that i feel less burdened and somewhat happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happier xq: Happier enviro: Happier world: Peace and no war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ill stick t my new principle tday. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg: Okay, i think its time for me t not be so stubborn anymore. I will invest in a much better knee guard, and will only run when its almost fully recovered. Today's incident came t me as a surprise and i was sorta caught off guard but ahh, ill just take it as a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things t be done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;lit&lt;br /&gt;Chinese- xi zi, and that damn article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never liked the hw she gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's nt exciting no more. After today, i only look forward t 4 things: art, netball, recess, and exams. Yes. I wanna do them. See how smart/hardworkign i actually am. But then agn, when the results come back, and disappointment sets in, then that will be a different story. Monique looks much like that momofruit she was yakking about earlier in the year, ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macaroni and Cheese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115797643089482150?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115797643089482150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115797643089482150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115797643089482150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115797643089482150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-just-thinking-life4-could-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115788278922101873</id><published>2006-09-10T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T18:06:29.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think im very lucky. Yeah yeah so ive heard, im not the best netballer or the best singer around. But HEH i think i consider myself myself t be v lucky, for me t survive till now, and t have such amazing friends i never knew i'd ever have:D Sometimes i wonder just whta the hell did i do t offend the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And i hate t say it but its extreeeeeeeeeeeemely wonderful fr this genious t have have come up with COCOCRUNCH! The great breakfast cereal with a chocolatey taste! (Smth liek that haha) But yea, the BEST cereal:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So py got 50 bucks, and Sam got Liberation Transmission, !!!!! AHhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good weather tday. Woke up in the aftnn with a massive head ache. And with that, plans t pay respects at the temple were cancelled. Hmmm. Hoping for a better tmr thn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Currently disgusted at how the jonas brothers sorta destroyed year 3000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115788278922101873?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115788278922101873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115788278922101873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115788278922101873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115788278922101873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-im-very-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115780639738396263</id><published>2006-09-09T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:53:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was an amazing end to the perfect day&lt;br /&gt; Sun sinking low in the sky&lt;br /&gt; We sat and watched all the dolphins swim in the bay&lt;br /&gt; That crazy look in your eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We ran in slow motion over the sand&lt;br /&gt; Into the ocean holding your hand&lt;br /&gt; But then it gets hazy&lt;br /&gt; And I lose you and then that's when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wake up scared to phone her&lt;br /&gt; Realise I'm a loner in love (yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt; It's still the same old story&lt;br /&gt; Tears of morning glory no luck&lt;br /&gt; That's the reason why my life sucks, very much&lt;br /&gt; Being a loner in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more distractions. Ive sorted out my thoughts. Gotta get going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115780639738396263?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115780639738396263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115780639738396263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115780639738396263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115780639738396263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-was-amazing-end-to-perfect-day-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30685055.post-115780586619206319</id><published>2006-09-09T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:44:26.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Falling in love with BUSTED and A Present For Everyone all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30685055-115780586619206319?l=blinkthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/115780586619206319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30685055&amp;postID=115780586619206319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115780586619206319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30685055/posts/default/115780586619206319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinkthrice.blogspot.com/2006/09/falling-in-love-with-busted-and.html' title=''/><author><name>a silent promise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275632110041841404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
