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href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/relink-httpsick-fetish.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-6671094496694078713</id><published>2007-11-07T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T04:11:27.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fun fact for the day #1 !&lt;br /&gt;my brother looks like a midget when he stands next to benjamin lim ( bowler )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun fact for the day #2 !&lt;br /&gt;clare isn't as innocent as she may seem, deep down she's pervier than i ( which is really really pervy )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun fact for the day #3 !&lt;br /&gt;roxanne stole my sherri for the night . -pervy eyes- i wonder what they're up to . -pervy eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun facts !&lt;br /&gt;clare thinks she's very glam so when i get unglam pics of her she says i'm lucky cuz it's ever-so-rare&lt;br /&gt;my sister sleeps really unglam-ly . even when she's pretending to sleep . f3&lt;br /&gt;clare thinks i enjoy seeing naked guys . which i do, obviously, not .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeee&lt;br /&gt;haRtTehHs x3&lt;br /&gt;michelle[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-6671094496694078713?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6671094496694078713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=6671094496694078713' title='0 Comments'/><link 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toilet- lol .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw . this fluocaril thingy . i think it's something like a non-mintified listerine or sth along that line . yep then i thought i read provides fresh breath as prevents fresh breath . and i was laughing soo badly for a minute until i realised that it said provides . then i laughed more but it wasn't cuz of the thingy, i was luffing at myself . hoohooo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh i finished harrypotter#7 TOTALLY NICE LA . the ending was abit weird . and like . totally different from the rest of the book . like all the children . and their names were really confusing ! like who's who, this that this that . that kinda thing ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOKURA GA ITA . ANTI CLIMAX ENDING . wtheck he just left . big deal la ! everything said&amp;amp;done . read the comments at the bottom of the last ep like . whoa whoa what thing unexpected gonna happen ! then . come . to . the . end . so . blardi . anti-climax . but recommended nonetheless . just don't expect much from the ending . or maybe it's cuz i'm very un-sensitive and un-tear-prone in the wee hours of the morning . cried like siaoo in the first few eps . like 2&amp;amp;3 alr got me sobbing uncontrollably . only 25&amp;amp;26 like veh uninteresting lidat . no suspense or whtever . anyway ... dangit i can't remember what i wanted to write . ohwell .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers ! d:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-729779058387739514?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/729779058387739514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=729779058387739514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/729779058387739514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/729779058387739514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/haha-random-incident.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-8173107245853076172</id><published>2007-11-04T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:53:41.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGOSH . &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quiz ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of sherri [:&lt;br /&gt;-dangit i had to go get my ipod-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Are you a male or female? SHAO NIAN LOL THAT'S NOT VERY HELPFUL . aiya whatever . next !&lt;br /&gt;2.) Describe yourself: straitjacket feeling ._. omg this is so depressing&lt;br /&gt;3.) How do you feel about yourself? teardrops on my guitar . uhm . i don't play a guitar but i am very emotional d:&lt;br /&gt;4.) Describe your ex boyfriend / girlfriend: hey there delilah . okay sounds like a cowboy . wtheck&lt;br /&gt;5.) Describe your current boyfriend/girlfriend: run to me ( ftw i don't have one )&lt;br /&gt;6.) Describe your current location: heaven by your side . i'd really like to go there but no i'm not dead yet&lt;br /&gt;7.) Describe what you want to be: the great escape . uhoh, beware mummeh, eskarpeh [escape] time !&lt;br /&gt;8) Describe your best friend? inconsolable . LOL SOUNDS LIKE A DERANGED DEPRESSED FREAKONATURE . sorry shaynee . HAHA&lt;br /&gt;9.) Your favorite color is: the way you look at me . alright . there's a colour there ? never knew&lt;br /&gt;10.) You know that: why do i love you . alright i know why i love you . who's you ?&lt;br /&gt;11.) What is the weather like? HELICOPTER . dusty and windy ? d:&lt;br /&gt;12.) If your life was a television show, what would it be called? SOMETHING WORTH LIVING FOR . OHMYGOSH YES ~ this is totally real d: wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;13) What is life to you? love story . OH MAN SO COOL WOOO .&lt;br /&gt;14.) What is the best advice you have to give? 1973 . uh ? don't get it . club on saturdays and stay out til the morning light d:&lt;br /&gt;15.) If you could change your name, what would you change it to? who i am hates who i've been . uhm . what ??&lt;br /&gt;16.) How do you feel about the opposite sex? used to . what ?!&lt;br /&gt;17.)Why are you doing this survey? if that's ok with you ( LOL ) for your own interpretation&lt;br /&gt;18.)You hate: must have done something right . okay everyone, do wrong ! nah kidding .&lt;br /&gt;19.) Describe your worst enemy: bu neng shuo de mi mi . LOL ?! maybe cos i don't have one . maybe i do . but then again, it's a BU NENG SHUO DE MI MI !&lt;br /&gt;20.) What's in your back pocket? the riddle (you&amp;amp;i) uhhuh ? actually i'm wearing fbt's so i aint got pockets .&lt;br /&gt;21.) What's your first thought when you wake up? [ sherri ] who dares disturb my peaceful slumber LOL ! mine : someday . er what ?&lt;br /&gt;22.) Whats your point of view on immigrants coming into the country? words i couldn't say . n/c&lt;br /&gt;23.) What was the last thing you told someone? up against the wall [ no fun, i don't get it ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quiz TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of sherri too [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE IS LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like someone? uhm . i guess . LOL&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight? do you believe in love at first sight, tell me does that book that you're reading tell the story of your life . oops i digress . i'm reading harry potter, does that make me a witch ? lol . uhm . not really . maybe for those who go for looks but i kinda don't [:&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever loved someone so much it hurt? i think so ? "who said that it's better to have loved and lost, i wish that i had never loved at all" HEARTACHE ! my achybreaky heart ;x LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED IS ANGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you currently mad at someone? might be, but if i was i've probably forgotten who and the reason why anyway, some people just take me so seriously they don't dare approach me when my wrath is over . LOL ! hehe .&lt;br /&gt;2. Which of your family members has the worst temper? muh dad .&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever thrown something at someone? something ? what thing ? i've thrown dozens of things at thousands of people !&lt;br /&gt;4. Is Someone mad at you? Someone ? ooh scary . don't know don't care d:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Is Self-Discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name? michelle hwang . duh .&lt;br /&gt;2. What is you career plan for the future? gynae / eye surgeon . MONEYMONEY COME TO ME !&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your main goal in life? to love&amp;amp;be loved ! happy life with God and everyone else &amp;amp; lotsa money .&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you want to have children? maybe if i lose my mind and go berserk i might consider the option . heh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Is Excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Has Anyone Thrown A Surprise Party For you? not really .&lt;br /&gt;2. If you won a million dollars , what would be your first thought? i likeee !&lt;br /&gt;3. If you could have anything in the world, what would it be? money&amp;amp;happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Is Opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lower The Drinking Age? doesn't bother me in the least bit&lt;br /&gt;2. Abortion? bothers me to a certain extent but doesn't concern me .&lt;br /&gt;3. War? idiots . waste of resources, time and .. well . stuff&lt;br /&gt;4. Global Warming? sad . i hope it stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Is Q and A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many beds did you lie on today? 2 ! so scandalous right d: NO LA my mum's and mine .&lt;br /&gt;2. What Colour Shirt Are you wearing now? black . i'm moooody . LOL&lt;br /&gt;3. Name One Thing You Can Do Daily? eat, drink water, sleep, breathe .. BATHE .&lt;br /&gt;4. Is Tom your friend? don't know a tom .. i think it's an odd name d:&lt;br /&gt;5. What website do you visit the most? porn sites ! no . friendster, my blogger and my blog i guess .&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have plants in your life? plants ? uh no . how about dead roses in a vase on my table ?&lt;br /&gt;7. Does any part of your body hurt now? not really but i had deadly cramps last friday&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you own a camera phone? yep . and a camera .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Is Last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last Movie You Watched in Cinema? whoa haven't been to one in forever, really can't remember d:&lt;br /&gt;2. Last Song you listened to? up against the wall .&lt;br /&gt;3. Last Person You Spoke to On Phone? uhh .. kl .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey is Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing tonight? eating, sleeping and maybe smsing . or talking on the phone . aiya wtheck nothing special&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you going to eat? foood, presumably ..&lt;br /&gt;3. Where are you going to be at 2 am? in someone's bed -pervy eyes- MINE LA ! LOl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im done . that killed a whole lotta time [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-8173107245853076172?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8173107245853076172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=8173107245853076172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8173107245853076172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8173107245853076172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/ohmygosh.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-7571284532613582234</id><published>2007-11-03T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:11:21.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so bored la can . lol .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE CLASS PARTY LA [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love 2t-o7 ! you &lt;s&gt;guys&lt;/s&gt; girls rock ! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;herPINKESTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-7571284532613582234?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7571284532613582234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=7571284532613582234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/7571284532613582234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/7571284532613582234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-bored-la-can.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-855150411085118113</id><published>2007-10-30T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:36:14.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RE: the 'crab post' comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIRING FULL TIME CRAB PEELER , $5 A YEAR . LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this weird freaky thing that happened in the car w/ me, mummeh and sister [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after funfair on way to sports sch&lt;br /&gt;meimei: we learned some hip hop moves&lt;br /&gt;mum: oh really! teach me some hip hop moves and i'll teach you some jazz moves ! then you can shake your booty ! -sings- shake your booty, shake your booty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how awfully creepy right ? imagine her actually doing it .. ? apparently my sister had been through the traumatic experience d; WAHAHAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry mum . no offence intended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop asking me to blog .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f5 .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-855150411085118113?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/855150411085118113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=855150411085118113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/855150411085118113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/855150411085118113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/re-crab-post-comments-hiring-full-time.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-360440165228091005</id><published>2007-10-21T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T07:13:14.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today when my parents came back from sending my brother back to school, my mum walked up the stairs and the first thing she said was&lt;br /&gt;GO BATHE&lt;br /&gt;to my sister .&lt;br /&gt;then my sister went hysterical cos she'd already bathed .&lt;br /&gt;and i burst out laughing cos it was too funny&lt;br /&gt;me: MUM SHE'S ALREADY BATHED&lt;br /&gt;mum: i know&lt;br /&gt;me: IT'S SO FUNNY. IT'S LIKE A NATURAL INSTINCT TO TELL HER TO BATHE WHEN YOU FIRST SEE HER. HAHAHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;mum: *laughs hard-enters room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LA ! SO PRICELESS CAN .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-360440165228091005?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/360440165228091005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=360440165228091005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/360440165228091005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/360440165228091005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-when-my-parents-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-1613775489904294736</id><published>2007-10-21T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T04:58:39.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today at lunch we ate with my grandparents, family without mum and 3 of grandpaa's friends . one of them was like . SUPER CUTE LA . when the steamed fish came he plucked off the head, scooped the eye out and ate it after announcing it to all of us . then he ate the other one after offering it to us ( with the sole intention of freaking us out . ) when he finished eating both eyes, he went on to eat the fish lip . like . omgwtfbbq . the fish LIP . then he said it's cuz the thai people are so poor they have to eat all parts of the fish . ( he's angmo but lives in thailand )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the suckling pig came . my granddad ate an ear and the tail while the fish dude ate the other ear and the ... nose . we asked him what the fish eye tasted like, then he said dog eye . then we asked him what a dog eye tasted like and he said fish eye . CIRCULAR REASONING . anyway, when we asked him what the ear tasted like, he told us it tasted like . erm . something sick but i can't remember . anyway .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I EVER MENTION HOW MUCH OF A CLEAN-FREAK I AM ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I TRIED TO PEEL A CRAB . or de-shell it anyway . so i took a claw ( the easiest thing to peel ) and plonked it on my plate . after touching the chilli-sauce-coated claw, i went to wipe my hands with the wet tissue . then i tried to peel off the already-cracked section of the shell . but to no avail . so i tried harder . but it didn't work . i didn't really force it like hell cuz i was wearing some white shirt . soo . then i tried to use the nutcracker to someone remove it . DIDN'T WORK . so after all that i'd wiped my hands about 10 times already . my wet tissue was like ORLENGG . orange .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ! i took my CHOPSTICKS, STUCK ONE IN THE CRACK AND USED THE OTHER ONE AS A LEVER TO ATTEMPT TO PRY IT OUT . IT WAS SO HILARIOUS . IN THE END I ASKED MY DAD TO PEEL FOR ME . LOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a t0uhtarhhleyyhe unforgettable experience [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo !&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM NOW ON KNOWN AS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;her&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PINKESTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-1613775489904294736?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1613775489904294736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=1613775489904294736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/1613775489904294736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/1613775489904294736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-at-lunch-we-ate-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-3928400232468809338</id><published>2007-10-12T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T05:01:11.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. The person who tagged you is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gii&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MYY HUNNEYY ? LOL . giipeckkss ! x3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Your 5 impressions with him/her:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hardworking, hardworking, hardworking, caring, self-amusing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. The most memorable thing that he/she had done for you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;make me so iso ( scowl )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. The most memorable words that he/she had said to you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ehh i honestly can't remember, she just talks too much . *ramble* LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. If he/she will become your lover, you will:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;suffer a heart attack, get sent to the hospital and die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, things he/she will have to improve on will be:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;go through a sex change . rofl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, you will:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;be terrified . one more over-hardworking person against i . LOL . and she's too smart ! outsmart me . booo ~ *jeer*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. If he/she become your enemy, the reason being will be:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P&amp;amp;C BUT IT'S REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY HILARIOUS . OKAY . IF I MATCHMAKE HER WITH MY BEST FRIEND . HAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;err .. get a good grade for iso ? rofl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;waaaaaaaay too hardworking ( sorry gii ;x )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. How do you think people around you feel about you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;auhhsuhhhme . [; gracefung's ego-ness has rubbed off on me . o0o0olalahh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. The character you love of yourself is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am simplehhh auhhsuhhhhmeee . LOL ! i'm SWEEEEEET ( barf ) caring kind GENTLEE ( barf ) nice ( :D ) SMART ( barf ) and i cheer everyone up ! really easily . sometimes without wanting to . ( ._.' )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. On the contrary, the character you hate of yourself is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am fat .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not fat . smart . RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICH . AND A GREAT FRIEND [:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Pass this quiz to 10 people:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(1)grace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(2)clare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(3)jess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(4)manda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(5)MEIMEI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(6)shaynee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(7)shella&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(8)celinemok LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(9)sherri[:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(10)anyone else who wishes to do it and put the blame on me ( SCAPEGOAT ! )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Who is 6 having relationship with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ERRRR LOL READ Qn1 LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Is no.9 a male or a female?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;female, i think .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shella and anyone else ? i guess it's plausible .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. How about no.8 and 5?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;celine and my sister ? that's highly amusing .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. What is no.2 studying about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how to lose weight while consuming 200000 calories in a day ? history ? iunno .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a few hours ago when she was in my house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, how'd i know . talking to her scares me to death . HEHHH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Does no.1 have any siblings?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yep, an older sister and a younger brother, &lt;strong&gt;JUST LIKE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Will you woo no.3?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm already with her [;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. Is no.4 single?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the surface, but i doubt ( amandevil = sneaky ! )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. What's the surname of no.5?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hwang ? lol ? mine ? lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. What's the hobby of no.4?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;being tall and not letting anyone forget it, getting 100% for maths and not letting anyone forget it and being evil . not letting anyone forget it .  :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Do no.5 and no.9 get along well?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sherri and moi meimei .. i guess so .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how'd i know ?! home ? i'm not a professional stalker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. Say something about no.1?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GRACE . known her since i was 4 . tragedy ._.' aka GRACIE [: LOL . reinforced by nicole chee not long ago .. erm . synchro freak, spends half her life in ballet studios ... and is really mean to me . but i forgive her and i luhhvveee her anyway [:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOLY SHIT OMGWTFBBQ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. Where does no.9 live at?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;am i supposed to disclose tis kinda information ? anw, at a condo near sch [:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. What colour(s) do(es) no.4 like(s)?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you'd never know, i'd never know . maybe blue ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. Are no. 5 and 1 best friends?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well noooo, but 5's sister is 1's best friend [: one of them anyway . HHEHEHEHE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36. Does no.7 like no.2?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no clue . don't think they know each other well ;o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37. How did you get to know no.2?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CLARE ! school . i hated her in p3 LOL she stole moi GRACIEE . HAHAHA . but in sec1 we became besties ! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe herself . LOL or some fish that's hidden .....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;39. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOLEHH SHYTT LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STUPID QUIZ ROFL ;x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-3928400232468809338?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3928400232468809338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=3928400232468809338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/3928400232468809338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/3928400232468809338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-3898535917695506827</id><published>2007-10-11T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T18:23:17.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw VeohTV BETA . IT SUCKS . WHY CANT THEY JUST SDFHS:KDFBS:DFB LEAVE IT LIKE IT WAS . -.- wth . now must install what nonsense . so freaking user-&lt;strong&gt;UN&lt;/strong&gt;friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianzepua .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audi ! screw american audi . after taking like a day to download the thing and install it, it hangs JUST BEFORE THE BLOODY LOGIN PAGE . darnit . then i read at the top of the patcher thingy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note- only available to North American users, North American IPs only .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw la -.- why some of moi frens can play de ]: so unfair .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cryyness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES YESTERDAY I WENT TO CLARE'S HOUSE ! maddy, manda, grace, roxy and me ! I LUHHVV FLOOOFIIE ! [: clare's doggie . SO CUTE ! iT LOOKS LIKE SOME WALKING PILLOW ! then it'll FLOP ONTO THE FLOOR . i LOOOVEEEEEEEEE FLOOFIIE ! [: but floofie doesn't like me . ]: i dont know why . floofie likes amanda .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda stole my floofie .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-3898535917695506827?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3898535917695506827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=3898535917695506827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/3898535917695506827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/3898535917695506827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/screw-veohtv-beta.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-5212649938131125669</id><published>2007-10-10T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T05:27:06.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE OVER ! I'M OFFICIALLY SUFFERING FROM POST-EXAM STRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODO;&lt;br /&gt;1. WATCH ALL CHENEY'S ANIME ( omgwtfbbq ? ._. )&lt;br /&gt;2. TRAINING ! ( i've totally forgotten to bowl . today i had training . i almost died HEHEHE )&lt;br /&gt;3. PLAY AUDI&lt;br /&gt;4. PLAY OTHER ONLINE GAMES&lt;br /&gt;5. GO OUT&lt;br /&gt;6. SOCIALISE ( LOL !!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other stuff . oh man .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so stressful ! HAHAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gl to everyone who hasn't finished exams (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI CHENEY . GL FOR O'S . HEHEHEHEHE . I'VE FINISHED MY EXAMS ALR . LALALALALA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeee . i'm free ! trallalalas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at dinner time i proclaimed that i wasn't going to obs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dirty&lt;br /&gt;2. dirty&lt;br /&gt;3. unhygienic&lt;br /&gt;4. bugs&lt;br /&gt;5. ulu ulu place no where near civilisation&lt;br /&gt;6. gross&lt;br /&gt;7. muddy&lt;br /&gt;8. wet&lt;br /&gt;9. grass&lt;br /&gt;10. dirt&lt;br /&gt;11. refuse to bathe ( and it's like 3-4-5 days ? i'm not going )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they didn't let me not go . then i started threatening them . at first it was like . I PUT MY FOOT DOWN, I AM &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; GOING TO OBS . HATE CAMP .&lt;br /&gt;it didn't work .&lt;br /&gt;PLAN B .&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO FALL SICK . EAT SOMETHING AND GET FOOD POISONING .&lt;br /&gt;it didn't work .&lt;br /&gt;PLAN C .&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO THE HOSPITAL AND GET SOME DISEASE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( along the way, this is part of th conver about th hospital bit )&lt;br /&gt;meimei: but you don't even KNOW which &lt;strong&gt;BUS&lt;/strong&gt; to take there .. ( note the bus )&lt;br /&gt;me: I CAN CALL A CAB IN RIGHT ?&lt;br /&gt;dad: typical urban teenager .&lt;br /&gt;mum: that's why she isn't in sports school ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly why does everyone associate sports school with like . independance or something . can't you be a spoilt brat and still go there ? LOLLL . well you'd have to be a FIT spoilt brat . trallalalas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END .&lt;br /&gt;love taxis .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-5212649938131125669?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5212649938131125669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=5212649938131125669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5212649938131125669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5212649938131125669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/exams-are-over-im-officially-suffering.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-3110395912527305395</id><published>2007-10-08T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T05:48:04.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 MORE PAPERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE IS ALLLLLLLLMOST BEGINNING ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x33 woohoo ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELINKED ALL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS EVERYONE FOR TAGGING :D even though my blog's positively dead now o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-3110395912527305395?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3110395912527305395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=3110395912527305395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/3110395912527305395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/3110395912527305395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-more-papers-lit-and-chinese-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-1522892213714904551</id><published>2007-10-03T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:03:39.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;HISTORY&lt;/i&gt; IS OFFICIALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HISTORY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOORAY !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly don't feel like studying EVER again . ^^ ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-1522892213714904551?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1522892213714904551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=1522892213714904551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/1522892213714904551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/1522892213714904551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/history-is-officially-history-hoooray-i.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-1467707933415019678</id><published>2007-10-03T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T05:08:57.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we were hysterical during dinner .&lt;br /&gt;it was sooo amusing .&lt;br /&gt;issue no1 : my sister's sanity&lt;br /&gt;issue no2 : the problem between my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;issue no3 : praise the brains or the effort&lt;br /&gt;issue no4 : from boyfriends to husbands - who to choose, who not to ?&lt;br /&gt;issue no5 : my sister's laughter and guiness world records&lt;br /&gt;issue no6 : doctors, surgeons, money and blood&lt;br /&gt;issue no7 : what 1 did after psle, what 2 did after psle, what 3 is doing during psle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's basically the gist of it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issue no3&lt;br /&gt;dad to meimei : are you really smart?&lt;br /&gt;me : no&lt;br /&gt;dad to meimei : maybe we should praise the effort, not the brains&lt;br /&gt;me : well ! you have to praise MY &lt;strong&gt;brains&lt;/strong&gt; because i didn't put in ANY effort !&lt;br /&gt;dad : sigh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issue no7 :&lt;br /&gt;mum : after psle, no1 always went bowling . after psle, no2 just kept &lt;strong&gt;SLEEPING. &lt;/strong&gt;in the midst of psle, no3 is just playing counterstrike&lt;br /&gt;me : no, it's gunz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and throughout the experience, everyone kept trying to make my sister burst into hysterical laughter . again . while she was shaking her legs vigorously .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother opened the otak . then it dropped onto the table . my dad said it's like a fish ! then my grandmother picked it up and eating it like . some sandwich . seriously, i need half a plate of rice, a whole lot of protein, gravy and a JUG of water . alright, not a jug . to finish one piece of otak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she claims she has gastric .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, off to my 2nd bath(: ciao !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodluck for EOY's everyone ! (:&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-1467707933415019678?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1467707933415019678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=1467707933415019678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/1467707933415019678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/1467707933415019678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-were-hysterical-during-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-3473978180757137888</id><published>2007-10-02T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:22:51.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>about yesterday's threat ...&lt;br /&gt;my maid actually went to get the ingredients and made it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it looked like chicken pie .&lt;br /&gt;fake quiche .&lt;br /&gt;i forgive her anyway !~&lt;br /&gt;it tasted go0o0o0od .&lt;br /&gt;apart from the hard crust and all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dangit, i scrwed up chinese compo . ugh !&lt;br /&gt;why are my situational's always almost as long as my free writing . ugh ~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for chinese AND english ! gross . gross .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oppsehhs mummehh homee =pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIMIIE IS COMING TO SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;and while she's here&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in bintan .&lt;br /&gt;with sports schlers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O I WANT TO SEE KIMIIE !&lt;br /&gt;I MISS KIMIIE !&lt;br /&gt;kimiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :\&lt;br /&gt;she loves my cow more than me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sad*&lt;br /&gt;michelle +.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-3473978180757137888?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3473978180757137888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=3473978180757137888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/3473978180757137888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/3473978180757137888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/about-yesterdays-threat.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-551582711044307288</id><published>2007-10-02T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:00:58.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>walking around in the neighbourhood with mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: we almost bought that house, but it was too small&lt;br /&gt;me: hmm .. the way they did it looks nice .. but it is small .&lt;br /&gt;mum: *nod*&lt;br /&gt;-cont. walking-&lt;br /&gt;mum: isn't that house nice ? *points*&lt;br /&gt;me: yup . but it's small . so weird .. semi-d's build until like that ... * trails off *&lt;br /&gt;mum: it isn't a semi-d . it's a bungalow&lt;br /&gt;me: no it's a semi-d . it's so small .&lt;br /&gt;mum: NO !! IT'S A BUNGALOW . LOOK, IT ISN'T ATTACHED ON ANY SIDES !&lt;br /&gt;me: * looks closer * oh i see . it is a bungalow . small bungalow ...&lt;br /&gt;-2mins later-&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm a spoilt brat&lt;br /&gt;mum: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello out there !&lt;br /&gt;if you're a male and you're uber rich and if you like GLASS HOUSES with DOUBLE-STOREYED BEDROOMS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE FIND ME . THANK YOU .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle .&lt;br /&gt;LOL .&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;s&gt;spoilt&lt;/s&gt;&lt;u&gt;brat&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-551582711044307288?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/551582711044307288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=551582711044307288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/551582711044307288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/551582711044307288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/walking-around-in-neighbourhood-with.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-4859136696467781733</id><published>2007-10-01T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:53:55.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;LA1&lt;br /&gt;GEOG&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHI1&lt;br /&gt;LA2&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;BIO&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS&lt;br /&gt;MATHS1&lt;br /&gt;MATHS2&lt;br /&gt;LA3&lt;br /&gt;CHI2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEOG AND ENG COMPO ARE OVER ! i'm so satisfied with my compo(: totally disgusted with my geog . ugh . what i DID study wasn't of much use ? sigh ): i feel so sad . i wasted all that space on useless, stupid, irrelevant information . ugh . disgusted .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i wrote the last paragraph ( 3 sentences [ 2word,2word. 3word. 3word ] ) i ALMOST started crying . when we were going down for recess, we ( clare,grace,bea,me ) started discussing our essays . apparantly everyone who chose 4 ( i sth sth show her my gratitude ) killed some character . i killed my best friend, sabreena . lol .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway . clare's was like SO SAD . it's like he ( character ) neglected his mother blahblah even though she sacrificed so much to send him to school . he refused to see her or something . then he finally regretted it after she died or something ? can't remember . anyway . then i started crying ): SO TOUCHING LA . we (2t) should totally become authoresses . HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i threatened my maid today .&lt;br /&gt;i said if she didn't make me quiche tomorrow, i won't go to school .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL :D then my maid asked my grandfather to go buy the ingredients .&lt;br /&gt;then my grandfather was like . don't ask me, i want to sleep . go across the road .. .. petrol station buy la .&lt;br /&gt;maid grumbles .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha(: nothing else .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the end of exams ! go everyone ! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;thunder .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;your voice;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;is the soundtrack of my summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;did you know you're unlike any other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you'll always be my thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&amp;amp;i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;your eyes are the brightest of all the colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i don't ever wanna love another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you'll always be my thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;so bring on the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&amp;amp;bring on the thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-4859136696467781733?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4859136696467781733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=4859136696467781733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/4859136696467781733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/4859136696467781733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/la1-geog-chi1-la2-history-bio-physics.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-5272995379229517836</id><published>2007-10-01T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T05:28:27.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote - 'the thought of wielding a &lt;strong&gt;6 foot long sword&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;excites&lt;/em&gt; me' - unquote - my meimei .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REF R&amp;amp;J&lt;br /&gt;'give me my long sword, ho!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a pervert .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERRI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's your fault .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-5272995379229517836?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5272995379229517836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=5272995379229517836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5272995379229517836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5272995379229517836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/quote-thought-of-wielding-6-foot-long.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-5142770982636937035</id><published>2007-09-30T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:54:42.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;do  you remember me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;like i remember you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;do you spend your nights going back in your mind to the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;cos i, i walk the streets alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i hate being on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&amp;amp;everyone can see that i refel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&amp;amp;i'm going through hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;thinking about you with somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody needs you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody cant breathe; without you it's lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody hopes that one day you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody's me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;how, how could we go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;it was so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&amp;amp;now it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&amp;amp;i pray at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;that our paths will soon cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&amp;amp;what we had isn't lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;cause you're always right here in my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody wants you&lt;br /&gt;somebody needs you&lt;br /&gt;somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;br /&gt;somebody cant breathe; without you it's lonely&lt;br /&gt;somebody hopes that one day you will see&lt;br /&gt;somebody's me&lt;br /&gt;somebody's me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you'll always be in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;even if i'm not in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;cos you're in my memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;will you remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and before you set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;oh listen please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody needs you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody cant breathe; without you it's lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody hopes that one day you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;somebody's me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;THE GREATEST SONG EVER .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ENRIQUE IGLESIAS - SOMEBODY'S ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;time to mug for geog ! (: take care everyone !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-5142770982636937035?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5142770982636937035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=5142770982636937035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5142770982636937035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5142770982636937035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/you.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-5276712793024382054</id><published>2007-09-30T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:21:00.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love chocolate . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( after church at RTC bowling alley - champion of e quarter )&lt;br /&gt;me : *stands behind tau's lane*&lt;br /&gt;me : *after a while* tau, tell keith to pull up his pants .&lt;br /&gt;tau : LOL !&lt;br /&gt;me : it's blue .&lt;br /&gt;tau : ew ! * calls steven* steven ! michelle wants to ask you for a favour !&lt;br /&gt;me : *silent*&lt;br /&gt;tau : she wants you to tell keith to pull up his pants&lt;br /&gt;me : .......................&lt;br /&gt;steven : *laughs* no&lt;br /&gt;tau : oh fine .&lt;br /&gt;me : (keith bowls) BLUE !&lt;br /&gt;tau : !!!! JEREMY !!!! michelle wants to ask you for a favour .&lt;br /&gt;me : *silent*&lt;br /&gt;tau : michelle wants you to tell keith to pull his pants up .&lt;br /&gt;jeremy : *silent for 1 minute* why you so terrible, stare at people's butt&lt;br /&gt;me : NEVER ! IT'S SO OBVIOUS !!&lt;br /&gt;jeremy : *keith bowls* blue is sexy what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never got over that . :S it's just so hilarious . okay while i was going to take out my phone to record that, my comb got stuck on my scrunchie . then my crumpler's velcro attacked my scrunchie . POOR SCRUNCHIE !! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . thats about it . i look at daryl lim and i feel like hugging him . he looks so huggable . no idea how old he is though . and i don't know him . i hope nobody who knows him reads this :D HAHAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, he looks huggable . heh . i also want to pinch his cheeks . lol .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a fetish . oh i bought james blunt - all the lost souls &amp;amp; boys like girls &amp;amp; enrique iglesias - insomniac .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody wants you&lt;br /&gt;somebody needs you&lt;br /&gt;somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;br /&gt;somebody can't live without you , it's lonely&lt;br /&gt;somebody hopes that someday you will see&lt;br /&gt;that somebody's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be in my life, even if i'm not in your life . because you're in my memory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-5276712793024382054?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5276712793024382054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=5276712793024382054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5276712793024382054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5276712793024382054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-8900562638899024580</id><published>2007-09-28T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:56:15.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, i've just realised how terrible my chinese is . i mean what happened wasn't particularly my fault la . she enunciate her words dam badly and speak dam fast + on handphone so hard to hear .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway .&lt;br /&gt;this random woman called my phone . then she wanted to ask me a survey on phones and stuff ( i think ) yeah . she asked me what kinda phone i had ( nokia ), how long i've used it ( i just said 10 ) and then she asked me what job i worked as ( i said student, i had to repeat it 3 times until i finally said xue sheng ) and then she asked me my age ( i said 18 . cuz i can't possibly say 14 after i told her i've used it for 10 years . ) LOL . okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really hilarious . she had to repeat most of the questions 2 times at least . LOL . aiiyo0o !! so funny . i want to go out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. no money&lt;br /&gt;2. exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh .&lt;br /&gt;i finished 2 books, both took less than 24hours .&lt;br /&gt;one was 56x pages, the other 64x .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finished both of them within 24hours . i feel so proud of myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody .&lt;br /&gt;GO READ STEPHENIE MEYER : TWILIGHT ( 1 ) NEW MOON ( 2 ) AND ECLIPSE ( 3 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ROCK . it's such a GREAT series ! the 4th is coming out next year .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, that's like one of the new books i ever read ! that proves how awesome it is ! yes ! go read !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyaaaaaaaah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withlove(:&lt;br /&gt;michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog about things that happened in school when i remember them / find where i scribbled them on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i remember one thing .. it was like . LA ( funny stuff usually happens during LA )&lt;br /&gt;mrsng: i'm sure that you're all going to have a great time if we have tea with ms kon ( refering to whole class, esp me, not in exact words)&lt;br /&gt;me: WHY ? I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING ?&lt;br /&gt;mrsng&amp;amp;clare: precisely!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sherri: imagine if you actually DID something, you would be (pause) head prefect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol . o_o'&lt;br /&gt;then they passed this comment at some point in time about me not deserving my brains .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;take my hand, touch my face&lt;br /&gt;let me feel your embrace&lt;br /&gt;let me see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;that you won't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;just tell me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what you're thinking anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;if you need me, you'd kiss me and tell me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;if you want me, you'd show me that your love is for real&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;if you love me, you'd hold me in your arms where i belong&lt;br /&gt;so while i'm feeling strong,&lt;br /&gt;i sing you one last song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me rest time has passed&lt;br /&gt;do you feel this could last&lt;br /&gt;if you don't, why then stay&lt;br /&gt;take your wings, fly away&lt;br /&gt;i love you way too much&lt;br /&gt;to want to be the one who brings you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;if you need me, you'd kiss me and tell me how you feel&amp;amp;if you want me, you'd show me that your love is for real&amp;amp;if you love me, you'd hold me in your arms where i belongso while i'm feeling strong,i sing you one last song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-8900562638899024580?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8900562638899024580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=8900562638899024580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8900562638899024580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8900562638899024580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow-ive-just-realised-how-terrible-my.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-852290245871687922</id><published>2007-09-27T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T05:34:42.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many funny things happened that i can't remember them anymore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHEE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were strangers&lt;br /&gt;starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;never dreaming&lt;br /&gt;what we'd have to go through&lt;br /&gt;now here we are&lt;br /&gt;i'm suddenly standing&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one told me&lt;br /&gt;i was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;unexpected&lt;br /&gt;what you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;when i lost hope&lt;br /&gt;you were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;this is the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;life is a road&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i wanna keep going&lt;br /&gt;love is a river i wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;life is a road&lt;br /&gt;now and forever&lt;br /&gt;wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;in the end i wanna be standing at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were strangers&lt;br /&gt;on a crazy adventure&lt;br /&gt;never dreaming&lt;br /&gt;that our dreams would come true&lt;br /&gt;now here we stand&lt;br /&gt;unafraid of the future&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;br /&gt;like me alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;now i know my dream will live on&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a road&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;love is a river i wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;life is a road&lt;br /&gt;now and forever&lt;br /&gt;wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there hen the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;in the end i wanna be standing at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a road&amp;amp;i wanna keep going, love is a river i wanna keep going on.... starting out on a journey . life is a road and i wanna going love is river i wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;in the end i wanna be standing at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;iloveyou(:&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-852290245871687922?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/852290245871687922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=852290245871687922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/852290245871687922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/852290245871687922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-many-funny-things-happened-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-1305317239619069657</id><published>2007-09-23T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T06:42:32.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amanda's little deep dark secrets being uncovered one by one .&lt;br /&gt;- when she says "later people think you ____ ( insert word, e.g. weird, fat ), it really means that she's saying later I think you ____ . but we all know it's for everyone's good(:&lt;br /&gt;that's one way of not putting yourself in an extremely awkward spot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately this bugger's been bugging me from audi . honestly . everyday she'll send me some chinese trash via sms then start speaking awfully bad english ( and chinese ) and she claims she's very smart . ohoho . neighbourhood noob . eat shit . wahahaha . and she sucks in audi too . and she insulted my friend's dressing, yet she has zeerro0o0o sense of style . hopeless losers . yawn . waste my sms+time . ohwell -.- 'ts what i get for participating in such mindless games ._.' maple ? ick . now that i think about it, i wasted waaay too much time on it . however, audition improves my hand-eye coordination ! to a certain extent . and i don't need to spend $10 on stuff everyday to sustain myself . maple . ._.' sigh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda : ya'll think so much ............................... too much .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay at that point in time it seemed funny but when i look at it again it really isn't . ohwell . mindless quotes ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the topic of liking __________ ( 2t girl :D )&lt;br /&gt;me: so you don't like her right ? :D&lt;br /&gt;amanda: i'm average !!&lt;br /&gt;me: no you're not , you're really tall . and smart . and abit fat *gringrin*&lt;br /&gt;EDITOR'S NOTE ! for those who don't know amanda, she's the furthest thing from fat, after mandy, who's on the brink of existance . anyway, back to the topic .&lt;br /&gt;amanda: *pats stomach and almost chokes on her drink*&lt;br /&gt;me: oh so now you're trying to tell me your stomach very flat also right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er i think there's missing bits of info . but it's really funny ! maybe only at that point in time . i wonder why i found everything funny ! hm . that sounds absurb to me ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiia0p0ny is audi noob . kpkb . knnccb . ljb . bloody twit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iie lurbb euu w0rhh`xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfaolmfao . i amuse myself to a great extent . how far to you agree with this statement ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate history . screw singapore history . screw merger . &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ea&lt;strong&gt;KY&lt;/strong&gt; is a crybaby . noob . moneyeater . eat muhh dust . old man . chikopek . noob . CPF is waaay toooo late . ugh . who needs money at that age . bastard . ehe i hope i don't get sued (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, if we don't start conserving our environment ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i'm old enough to claim my cpf, the world will be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers (:&lt;br /&gt;withlurrvee`x w0rhh`x !!&lt;br /&gt;michelle .&lt;br /&gt;fuck twit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today i was camping at the bowling alley from 9am to like . 8pm . ehe ..&lt;br /&gt;and i've been unusually close to kristeloh for th past 2 days . rah . she's really nice(: HELLO KRISTELOH, YOU PROBABLY WON'T SEE THIS BUT YOU ARE REALLY FUNNYYY :D my mummy just came online . pfft . hopefully she doesn't see me . ah heck who'm i kidding, she has so little contacts it's inevitable for her to notice me . &amp;amp;YOU DON'T EVEN NOTICE ME ! random tune that came into my mind . i LOVELOVELOVE chris daughtry ! (: clifton told me that he was gay, but that was just another one of those lies .. amongst those of which he said he'd quit bowling, that he'd er .. well just many really bad things that were pretty impossible but i believed him anyway .&lt;br /&gt;now i know better . watch out clifton, i'll get back at you !!!&lt;br /&gt;REVENGE ! or retribution, something that kristel believes 100% in . whenever someone bowled badly she'd say YES ! then cover her mouth and start saying oh no oh no retribution retribution .&lt;br /&gt;kristel is too rich for her own good . another 2 are jiaxin and denise . eesh . kristel like dropped $10 somewhere when we were going down for lunch then when we got to potter's cafe, she realised it . then she was frantically searching for it for approx. 30 seconds, gave up and said 'aiyah nevermind' in exact words . then she said 'i hope that person who picks it up screws up' ( not in exact words ) then she covered her mouth ( again ) and started chanting retribution retribution ( again ) ehehe . like TEN BUCKS lah . even i lose $10 will be very depressed . i like watched her bowl so many squads . ok la not many, but she was pretty much with me for 10 hours today . o_o' she finally qualified ! (: ok why am i blogging about kristel and rich people . i must be crazy . kristel owes me dinner ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love mrs fields. assorted cooookiiiiiiies . i want a cookiieee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight my lovieys . ( pronounced love-ees )&lt;br /&gt;withlurbbs`x .&lt;br /&gt;michelle .&lt;br /&gt;fuck twits yet again .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-1305317239619069657?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1305317239619069657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=1305317239619069657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/1305317239619069657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/1305317239619069657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/amandas-little-deep-dark-secrets-being.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-1443174264522757301</id><published>2007-09-21T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T22:15:00.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will resume blogging after exams or when i feel really free ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takkaiire all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-1443174264522757301?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1443174264522757301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=1443174264522757301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/1443174264522757301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/1443174264522757301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/will-resume-blogging-after-exams-or.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-3365718143656943664</id><published>2007-09-19T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T05:12:25.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we had iso party today . however almost all of the mentors didn't show up .. only like . ms tan and ms chia =/ at first we didn't pay much attention to it and carried on . then after we finished taking chips and gassy drinks early in the morning, we cleared up early and went to play games under the link way . ie. double whacko (x3), duckduckgoose and . erm . can't remember the other one . oh yeah dog&amp;amp;bone, but we only played like 3 rounds cos we took a long time splitting into groups . now i know how the teacher must feel everytime we're supposed to do that for PE . ehehe . i always go into the 'ultimately sporty people' group #1 inevitably . ehe . but grace&amp;amp;clare like to make me sad before they "take me in" . why don't they do that to bea ! ): maybe cuz she's a good defender . =/ oh man .. i'm not good at anything !! *uber depressed* . this week's lesson we're gonna do frisbee . kill me please . we wanted to get a petition against frisbee . LOL . like wtf la we're not dogs throw frisbee then catch like free . blasted PE dept. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i digress .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the subject of iso-period sbc party ( sec2t&amp;amp;g ). after LA when mrs ng finished discussing qn2&amp;amp;3 of the R&amp;amp;J essays, she went on to tell us that it was REALLY inappropriate to have one cuz&lt;br /&gt;1. we're so damn near exams and even if WE don't want to study, the mainstream does .&lt;br /&gt;point 1 leads to 2.&lt;br /&gt;2. that gives the mainstream teachers&amp;amp;students as an excuse to like . "insult" us . like rumour: school fees went up because of the SBC, we're PAYING for them . screw you assholes who think that way . blame the f***ing school for raising funds for other organisations but not our own . then mrs ng talked about the "paper issue" . GE kids- textbooks are trash, they only get tons of worksheets . which brings us back to US, te sbc . school fees go up because of US! we get tons of worksheets . and then she talked about us leaving extras on the teacher's table so the mainstream actually have EVIDENCE against us . well that's a great problem .&lt;br /&gt;3. we are under GREAT SCRUTINY from the whole school . even the sbc teachers are being scrutinized . it's not only the mainstream girls who examine us under microscopes, but the entire school, for that matter .&lt;br /&gt;4. we're very disruptive&lt;br /&gt;5. ( back to point1 ) mrsng overheard some teachers commenting on what we were doing ( in the canteen for 2 periods being gluttons while everyone's mugging their ass off ) yep she heard something like this : "*sigh* sbc girls .. can't even grasp concepts properly and apply them and yet they have the nerve to go play right before the exams .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the implications&amp;amp;assumps .&lt;br /&gt;1. she thinks we're cocky pieces of shit who don't have any brains to speak of and are wasting the school's precious resources for no good reason .&lt;br /&gt;2. the rest of the cohort is doing perfectly fine and we're a disgrace because we're supposed to be better .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh pleaseeeeeee we can do their papers in 10 mins and score higher than them . without pre-revision .&lt;br /&gt;( generalisation-evidence-&gt;physics, a handful of people ( who aren't very academically inclined) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely hope only sbc girls read this . ehehehhe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay at the end of that really long lecture she gave us, she said&lt;br /&gt;i quote in exactly words :&lt;br /&gt;"life in a goldfish bowl is YOUR life(ref. scrutiny) . goodbye, goldfish ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the amusing part for the day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate mainstream teachers to a great extent . nooobs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes while we were playing double whacko sherri was my partner . she was sitting in front . throughout the duration of the game, i kept saying random and disturbing comments . so once she overestimated the distance between us and jabbed her elbow into my chest . like my diaphragm//in between lungs area . i couldn't breathe properly for 10 mins and it still hurt after an hour . that's why i'm not talking to her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i being childish ? :S&lt;br /&gt;or a bit too rash .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's romeo's fault .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-3365718143656943664?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3365718143656943664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=3365718143656943664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/3365718143656943664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/3365718143656943664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-had-iso-party-today.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-8451221208034834897</id><published>2007-09-18T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T05:25:06.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today in school :&lt;br /&gt;-chinese&lt;br /&gt;me: *stares at clare*&lt;br /&gt;clare: grace!!! she's so scary!! * puppydog face&amp;amp; holds grace's hand *&lt;br /&gt;grace: clare, i'm trying to scratch my leg.&lt;br /&gt;clare: oh. * lets go of grace's hand*&lt;br /&gt;grace: *scratches leg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parttw0 (:&lt;br /&gt;grace: amanda whacks people dam pain&lt;br /&gt;me: really ? *strokes amanda's leg*&lt;br /&gt;amanda: *whack*&lt;br /&gt;me: OWWWWW okay i believe you . *tends to injured leg): *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP RIGHT THERE&lt;br /&gt;that's exactly where i lost it&lt;br /&gt;SEE THAT LINE&lt;br /&gt;well i never should have crossed it&lt;br /&gt;love this song(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA:&lt;br /&gt;mrsng: (after discussing sept hols. passage-based) (gives us 2 questions to choose from to write an essay *both r&amp;amp;j*) alright tomorrow i will RANDOMLY select a few people to come and present to the class *evil laugh* *stares at me . &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; . ME !!*&lt;br /&gt;me: i thought you said it's random?!?!&lt;br /&gt;mrsng: it's as random as it gets, dear .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she claims i'm her favourite child .&lt;br /&gt;how unusual . i wonder if she does this to her children everyday.. ? how utterly terrifying .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;you still have part of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-8451221208034834897?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8451221208034834897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=8451221208034834897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8451221208034834897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8451221208034834897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-in-school-chinese-me-stares-at.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-734303894529093069</id><published>2007-09-17T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T04:45:34.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school stank xD nothing really interesting . except at the end of bio i moved over to samantha's seat ( next to grace ) and we had a whole lot of fun ! oh yeah during recess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: let's go for recess ! *gestures to clare and grace*&lt;br /&gt;grace: not going, have to stay back for ss poster&lt;br /&gt;clare: yeah since last time she helped me pack the PE store room, i must return the favour&lt;br /&gt;me: *pout* alright fine . ahh i need to go to the toilet . CLAREEE FOLLOW MEEE !&lt;br /&gt;clare: why would i follow you to the toilet ?&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;clare: (says very sarcastically) let's go to the toilet for some happy time&lt;- th connotations .. ! okay then i went training . at mtfaber . tmrw i'm gonna bowl 2 MQs to try tuh qualify for sg open u16 :D wee ! hmm . i wonder how i'll do =/ I THINK I CAN QUALIFY ! :D ! okay that's that . then my mum picked me up and we went to coronation . i wanted to get contacts since my right eye is UBER short-sighted . and i'm scared i'll have a lazy eye ): so i went to the optician to checkcheck . after like . 10 mins of checking . he said i needed to try to wear the contacts . okay that's the bad part . cuz he like "taught" me all the "procedures" and everything but when i was actually supposed to try, no matter how hard i tried i just couldn't bring myself to stick that thing into my eye . HAHAHA . so that's that . my mum got really pissed with me . then we went to NTUC and i bought shampoo&amp;amp;conditioner&amp;amp;bodysoap . love dove . omgosh OVE(l+d) LOL . factorisation ! HAHAHA . i'm so self-amusing . self-amusing-&gt; grace's term . she calls everyone who is more or less . amusing . and lame ( to a certain extent ) self-amusing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh .&lt;br /&gt;during geog bea took this green paper cutting in the shape of a man ( clare mass-cut like . 16 of them but only 3 were left ) then she said the green man blabla . then she stuck it down my blouse at the back . then started saying oh look the green man is in your shirt ! then more nonsense . then as we continued, i tried to ignore her but it was too difficult . omgosh sitting near bea is such torture . thank God mrs ng moved me to the front . originally i was supposed to sit next to bea ! omgwtfbbq . haha . SOS . xD ! alrights ........ hmm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE WAY HOME MY MIND STARTED DRIFTING . i began to fantasize about "my" really cool ROOM-TO-BE !!! omgosh . that's if we move house and take up 3/4 of the land building a really big house with no swimming pool or nice garden whatsoever . anyway . MY DREAM ROOM ! 2 storeys - MANY GLASS PANELS . a really cool flight of stairs with metal railing supported by GLASS to the 2nd level where my BED shall be located ! omgosh . pink bed x3 ! and at the bottom shall be my study room ! with a work table, a computer table, a computer, a tv and a sofa ! okay maybe the tv's a bit off . but i really demand a sofa . then at the corner of the 1st storey under my bed will be my WARDROBE . i demand a walk in wardrobe . and it can totally be like . instead of wooden panels, it can be STONE . then like GLASS or FROSTED GLASS . WOOOOOT . =p hahah . okay then at the dining table i told my mum about it . then i asked my mum&amp;amp;sis, " WOULDn'T IT BE TOTALLY COOL IF WE LIVED IN A HOUSE LIKE THIS?!?!" their answer: no .&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's only me who wants to live in such a house .&lt;br /&gt;so after my mum left i came up with this SUPER COOL IDEA #2 . living room area - same as current . then when go upstairs, my mother will design her room, my brother will design his, my sis will design hers and i'll design mine ! (see above for the details(: ) then it'll be like . step into someone's room . entering a different world ! OMGOSH . ISN'T THAT SUPER COOL ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO READERS : IF YOU COPY MY IDEA I'LL SMACK YOU TO THE MOON . unless you give me SGD500,000, then i'll forgive you . or you can buy me a pink lamboughini or however you spell it . convertible please(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON TOMORROW'S AGENDA !&lt;br /&gt;philo - the island&lt;br /&gt;etc - homework&amp;amp;revision&lt;br /&gt;recess - weeee&lt;br /&gt;music - boredom &amp;amp; some code . which is determined by RHYTHM . like . minims&amp;amp;crotchets&amp;amp;quavers . pfft .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTERSCHOOL - MT FABER . SG OPEN MQ's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go michelle !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hereby proclaim myself the queen of inconsistency .&lt;br /&gt;in all aspects .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D cheers .&lt;br /&gt;withLOVE;&lt;br /&gt;michelle(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;princess&lt;br /&gt;queen of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;cy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp;honestly, i HAVE to begin my search on finding a rich ( not necessarily RICH, but well to do or so ) relatively handsome//cute, nice, smart boyfriend, aka husband-to-be, with a great sense of humour ( ref. mine . if you don't know what's a GREAT SENSE OF HUMOUR, spend a day with me(: ) and who likes the same kinda house as me . cuz when i get enough money . i WILL get a house like that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wait and see .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;unless i have a new SCI . (super cool idea(: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-734303894529093069?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/734303894529093069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=734303894529093069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/734303894529093069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/734303894529093069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-stank-xd-nothing-really.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-2754089593207306047</id><published>2007-09-16T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T02:12:05.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;WOOT NOW YOU ALL SEE MORE P&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-2754089593207306047?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2754089593207306047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=2754089593207306047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2754089593207306047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2754089593207306047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/woot-now-you-all-see-more-p-i-n-k.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-7509224064308839645</id><published>2007-09-16T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:47:32.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>clifton just said he quit bowling cuz his parents are gonna go bankrupt . thus i decided to come here to blog . big fat liar . like i believe yoooo ? lie to me SOOO many times . FUNNY ISIT ?!?! *bish* HAHA char said if he's lying to her she'll never talk to him again and asked him to confirm if he really quit . hahahahahaha . go char ! tehh auhhsuhme junior ;D woot he WAS lying . char proclaimed her hatred for him and left th convo . xDD !! wo0o0ots . hahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we went to celebrate my mum's birthday ! ( again , for th 2nd time . first was last night . ) we went to some WEIRD NUSS guide sthsth on th 5th floor of suntec . like . near carrefour . they had italian food, indonesian food, chinese food and malay food . and american . oh thee steaks and such . xDD . i ate like HORFUN . LOL . at this kinda place . i ate $11 HORFUN . LOOOL . BUT IT WAS AUHHSUHME !! *glimmering eyes* hahahaha . hm . then today in church . i went ym . i shall integrate myself into ym officially at the start of next year . =X CUZ NOW I FEEL SO AUHHSUHMLY AWKWARD when i join people for smallgroup . ugh . so disturbing . 0uhhemmqee . i'm going to mt faber later . hopefully q0rt lanes ! :D ! who0o0o0ots . i'm in a b0wlinqq mo0d t0dayye(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what interesting happened ..... errr . oh . at lunch we told a wh0le l0rt of jokes to each other . it was positively hiilari0us`x . i told the pink-cloud joke to my godma . HAHAHAHAHA . x33&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;clouds .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay end .&lt;br /&gt;x3theotherone .&lt;br /&gt;*ref. 2nd most recent post - take this as most recent .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait that's void cuz i can't find the 'theotherone' post . maybe i didn't blog about it at all but i thought i did in my dreams .&lt;br /&gt;okay ! here's theotherone post !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastnight: ( oh now i remember, i didn't blog about it coz when i went home i bathed then went to sleep, it was 11+, aka way past my bedtime(: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in th car on th way home .&lt;br /&gt;me: i didn't eat the veggies at all .&lt;br /&gt;sister: i ate mine, stacy's and krystle's . ( stacy,krystle,juleen . 2/3 of them . can't rmb who )&lt;br /&gt;mum: i'm so proud of you !&lt;br /&gt;dad: hehe, guess who ate mine ?&lt;br /&gt;*1 minute of silence*&lt;br /&gt;dad: i passed it to chris !&lt;br /&gt;me: diao0o0o .&lt;br /&gt;*aft 5 mins of meaningless convo*&lt;br /&gt;dad/mum: that's why you 2 ( namely my brother and sister ) can go to sports school while THE OTHER ONE ( namely me . ) can't . ( refering to the fact that i don't eat veggies and a whole lot of other stuff :D )&lt;br /&gt;*meaningless talk*&lt;br /&gt;dad: oh, you mean THE OTHER ONE's _______________ ( at first someone mentioned my name in a sentence, then my dad repeated the sentence but replaced my name with THE OTHER ONE )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus is my new nickname . the other one .&lt;br /&gt;however, i delight in being called the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; queen . or the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; princess . of the queen of &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or anything that has got to do with authority ( preferrably female royalty(: ) and contains the word &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;no anti-___ please .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cheers(:&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;princess !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ftw .&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-7509224064308839645?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7509224064308839645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=7509224064308839645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/7509224064308839645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/7509224064308839645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/clifton-just-said-he-quit-bowling-cuz.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-2993158543715639273</id><published>2007-09-15T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T01:05:57.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOSES&amp;amp;THE BUSH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lifted from debby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while George Bush was sitting in his chair in the white house, staring out the window, he saw Moses walking by on the pavement outside. Not believing his eyes, he rubbed them and looked again. It was Moses! To be absolutely certain he quickly ran out of the building to greet him. But as Moses saw him approaching from a distance, he quickly took flight and sped away!Disappointed and panting, George Bush retreated back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, at exactly the same time, while Bush was sitting on his chair once again staring out in the distance, he saw Moses appear at exactly the same spot again! He dashed out, but once again, when Moses caught sight of him, he quickly ran away, and because of all the exercise walking about in the desert, he easily outpaced the George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Bush resolved to meet Moses the next day. The next day, before the time came, George BUsh went out to the spot he had seen Moses on the previous two occasions, and waited. When the time came, there he was! Moses appeared again, walking towards that same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, before Moses could react, George Bush pounced on him and caught him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Moses! Why is it that on the last two occasions when you saw me, you ran away?!” - asked an exasperated Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses, evidently unhappy, replied, “because the last time I spoke to a Bush, I had to spend 40 years in the desert.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEB'S BLOG IS &lt;strong&gt;THE &lt;/strong&gt;most entertaining place to spend your afternoons .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-2993158543715639273?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2993158543715639273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=2993158543715639273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2993158543715639273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2993158543715639273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/moses-bush.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-6651474460816730360</id><published>2007-09-15T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:29:27.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>about friday ( i'm calm )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early morning:&lt;br /&gt;someone discovered a squashed cockroach under suatty's chair . okay icky . totally gross . then someone said they got rid of it alr , so i went outside to see . it was in the drain . then sometime along the way we realised it was rubber . so we started using it to scare the teachers teaching us in th periods after recess . 1st - mrs gan . she totally screamed and jumped off the table and about 5m away from th tcher's table . oh man it was so funny . then 2nd - mrs chen . she sorta figured out we were going to play th prank on her too , don't know how she did though , anyway when she came in she said ' if anyone dares to throw a cockroach at me , i'll kill you ' then soon after she admitted that she'd kill that person first THEN freak out . hahahaha . then it was .. er . ms chia . they didn't really try it on her . bt at the end of th period i asked her to lift up the clock . she guessed that there was a cockroach under it . she said she used to do that to her teachers but it was more severe . gee ._.' okay then was mrs ng . when she came in with a stack of ws, she told us to do our stuff ten she went out to talk to mrs hor for a REALLY LONG TIME . we thought it was super impt but later found out they were discussing their husbands . touche . while she was outside chris put te cockroach under her papers, then waited . when she returned , she didn't realise it for the longest time . but when she did she rolled her eyes and asked whose it was . by then i was hiding at the back of the class next to janice, cuz i knew she'd try to throw it at me or sth . well yes people started chasing me around with it and threatened to throw it at me throughout the time . i was SOO freaked out . i totally hate cockroaches . early in the morning, jess chased me around the 4th level with it, i screamed like shit and almost burst into tears . i freaking hate cockroaches ! omg . even if it's rubber . *sigh* they're just . EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW . okay ? yeah . while i was running around i ran THROUGH 2G . and it kinda scared them . i screamed in there too, then lina was like MICHELLEY . but i zao'd before she culd finish th sentence . then at the end of sch when mrs ng was teaching "GEL" not really we were just discussing some random stuff . then she started making the action of throwing it at me . i conveniently escorted myself out of my seat and out the door VERY QUICKLY . then i like . closed the door . and peeked through the window . mrs ng took the cockroach and threw it at the window . eeek . i almost died . after she left WITH the cockroach out the door NOT behind me , i was like phew nothing else can happen . then i saw her and the class was laughing and she was like at the door behind me . so i kinda figured it had sth to do with the cockroached . i screamed for a good 2 seconds and ran out faster than anyone is actually capable of doing so . then clare chased me with THAT THING . and i ran away and bumped into mrs ng . serves her right ): then i ran into 2g for th second time, screamed, and went back to class . yeah that kinda repeated for about 5 mins before sherri ( my saviour ) took the cockroach, put it in her pocket and saved me from all the trauma . end of story ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE COCKROACHES .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-6651474460816730360?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6651474460816730360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=6651474460816730360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/6651474460816730360'/><link 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food up put on table drink drop then some fucking angmoh stare at me . fuck you . you very big isit ? oh sorry you ARE very big . literally . lmao . bloody fucker . see what see . smack you to hell . fuck off . come back home sister piss me off . blardy shit . see computer screen on screensaver then use also cannot . come upstairs come whine and raise your voice . you owner of the house isit . don't come give me attitude . i told you the website . blardi shit . you think you queen can have everything your way ? go die .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blardy pissed .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-2410309949002848362?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2410309949002848362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly, sometimes i can't remember my own email address .&lt;br /&gt;CONVER BETWEEN ME &amp;SHAYNEEE .&lt;br /&gt;*after much argument about who says what joke first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp;amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;why cant penguins fly?&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;?! er.. cuz they only need to swim ?&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;no. cause they no $$ to buy air tickets&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;._____.'&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;why cant penguins eat fish&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;no$ to buy fish .&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;WAIT&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;THEY EAT FISH&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;wrong&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp;amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;they got no fishing rods&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEY EAT FISH&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp;amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;which mosue has 2 legs?&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;mouse&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;ratatouille .&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;mickey mouse&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp;amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;which duckhas 2 legs&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;you .&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;?!?!&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL !!!&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;that's the best&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;all ducks have 2 legs&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp;amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;ERRRRRRr&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;FINE&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;._.'&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;ok, my turn ! :D&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;man to wife : why are you so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;woman: so you'll be attracted to me&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;man: why are you so stupid ?&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;woman : so that i'll stay with you&lt;br /&gt;-               chelle;             ♪♫♪             hey show some love, you ain't so tough . says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA SO FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp;amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;wth!&lt;br /&gt;#cheney. his &amp; her circumstances. says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna find a wife &lt;-( most random comment ever made in a conver like this . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooooooots so funny !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the 4th post for today if i'm correct !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-5076193102678884203?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5076193102678884203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=5076193102678884203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5076193102678884203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5076193102678884203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/honestly-sometimes-i-cant-remember-my.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-617277930713003234</id><published>2007-09-13T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T05:03:10.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all i gotta say is i must've done something right .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee love that song ! omgwtfbbq . my brother stands during his physics lessons . yep . and just now he announced that he had a 8gb ipod shuffle . so .. that's kinda strange right . i was shocked . i thought he had a new ipod *unfair.* it didn't occur to me that ipod shuffles don't come in 8gb . oh yes there's a blotter on my nose right now . i seem to have a preoccupation with doing so whilst in front of the computer lately .. ? actually starting this afternoon . anyway . yees so he finally told me WHY he had a 8gb ipod shuffle . his screen broke . ( 8gb nano w/o screen ) how awesomely wonderfully spectaculously superb . auhhsuhmme . Ö .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE STOLEN MY HEART ;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to blog about, pretty much did that alr below .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers;&lt;br /&gt;takkaiire`x .&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-617277930713003234?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/617277930713003234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=617277930713003234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/617277930713003234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/617277930713003234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-i-gotta-say-is-i-mustve-done.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-7521273346373494620</id><published>2007-09-12T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T01:39:32.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;okay what happened yesterday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*grace insults me, can't rmember what she said in th exact words though . then she throws the breast cancer foundation slip of paper at me .*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;me: ( reteliating ) hey ! i'm supporting you and your organisation okay . since you have breast cancer . OH WAIT ! WHAT BREASTS ? LOL .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;our classes are so awesome ._.' WE MISSED GRACE IN CLASS TODAY ! x/3 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bea's 99Z , i'm 98Y, grace is err i duno . and clare's like . -99Z . HAHAHAHA . go figure ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and mrs ng said class monitor lizard along the way, i think it's very funny . xD .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TODAY .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*duringmaths*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mrs gan: blabla statistics, ... ... blabla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;me: what's statistics again .. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;deb: oh it's those stuff like mede and modian . oops mode and median&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;WELL DONE DEBBIEE ! =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;okay this ALL HAPPENED during LA .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;on the subject of housewives .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mrsng: who would be satisfied sitting at home baking cakes all day long ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;me: BEA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mrsng: who? you? i can imagine ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;NEXT PART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;talking about "being a tomboy is more accepted that being a girly guy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mrsng: do you know of any tomboys in this school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;me: THERE !! *STARES AT MADELINE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mrsng: REALLY ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;me: NO MEH ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mrsng: WHAT IS MEH ? DO YOU HAVE TO SAY MEH ? YOU THINK YOU'RE A GOAT ISIT ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;me: err i thought horses say meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(after a while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;on the topic of sherri being a power hungry woman . ( mrs ng asked who abolished the idea of having children )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;`sherri raises hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;`sherri puts down hands and says she changed her mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sherri: i want to have children so i can micromanage their lives !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;me: EMILY#2 !! ( with ref. to emilyofemeraldhill )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mrsng: blablabla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;me: oh ya sherri wants to dominate the world too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mrsng: oh really ? power hungry woman ... so she's the brain .. and you're pinky . have you watched that show before ? ( laughs to herself )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;me: buries head in EOEH book ( which didn't quite work cos it's really small ? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay in the car on the way home .&lt;br /&gt;mum: after i drop you home i'm going to get my massage&lt;br /&gt;me: didn't you just have a foot massage a few days ago .. ? don't tell me you're going to get a mani-padi soon .&lt;br /&gt;mum: ( laughs ) that's scheduled for tomorrow !&lt;br /&gt;me: sinks underground .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;oh ya in comstuds we went to the mac lab to learn how to make a NEWSLETTER//MAG . then everyone turned on their mac's . while listening halfway clare like pressed something on my keyboard then all the windows disappeared . so i screamed at her . i think the guy who was teaching us got kinda disturbed . ehehe . omgosh . i was like groaning the whole way . cos it was so .. like . painful =/ i hate macs . but they're really cool . and they take up really little space ~! when i went in i asked 'er how do you turn this on . WHERE'S THE CPU ?!?!' then ms tok told me to push the button at the back of the screen . and i persisted in saying . BUT HOW DO YOU TURN IT ON ?! until i finally realised that the cpu+screen = screen ? if that makes sense .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;end(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;x3michelle(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-7521273346373494620?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7521273346373494620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=7521273346373494620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/7521273346373494620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/7521273346373494620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-what-happened-yesterday-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-1702139922322560093</id><published>2007-09-12T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:25:43.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my house - how awesomely strage .&lt;br /&gt;my dog ( th female border collie ) enjoys cutting across the living room from the garden to get to the front porch . or the entrance area luh dunno what to call it .&lt;br /&gt;and when i go to the dining room, i see my cat sitting on the weighing scale . HAHAHA it's really such a sight(: and in the area where the cars park, my cat once slept in a TYRE that was leaning against some pillar . come to think of it, i don't know what that pillar's doing there . and my living room has so many buttons ( for th lights ) that until now, after about 7 years of living here, i still don't know which one controls what light . and that applies to not only the living room but the dining room, the staircase area ( controls walkway to dining area and abit of th living room and th path that leads to th kitchen ) oh and the kitchen too . and the pavallion . but only cos we RARELY open the pavallion . yep . and .. my grandparent's room ! okay that's about it . i know my room, my sister's room .. OH I DON'T KNOW MY BROTHER'S ROOM ! one of them controls the lights at the pavallion ! and i know mine and my parent's room(: and the tv room(: hmm . my mother just bought 2 cartons of CHRYSANTHEMUM TEA and 2 cartons of canned milo ._.' HAHA . CHRYSANTHEMUM TEA x33 now i have stuff to drink before school everyday ! weeee(: i'm so happy . hahaha . i had to like drink apple juice with ALOE VERA . i mean like i LOOOVEE apple juice but i don't like aloevera . it's so in-the-way-ish . this morning my maid brought out a strainer, 2 cups and the apple-with-aloe-vera . so i took the strainer, put it above the cup and poured it into the strainer ? LOL !! i think it looked REALLY funny . hahahaha . oh man i have some formal letter due on friday . i think i did the first one really well ! i convinced myself to the extent that at one point in time i was on a mission to find someone that fit that description ! hahahah . but then i gave up . i mean like, heck . LOL . anyway . my paragraphing was ATROCIOUS . i mean, it was like . 3 sentences .. then . the rest of the letter . WHOAA one GREAT BIG CHUNK man . mrs ng wrote PARAGRAPHING 3 times throughout the letter . haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smsed mrs ng just now to ask her for her email cos my mum wants to email her and ask her if i can pon th whole week of sch aft th exams are over . ITALY x33 ! mrs ng replied and said my mum has to write a letter to ms kon thru her . OOKAAY . wee ! time to practice formal letter writing ! HAHAHA . i'm so kidding . my formal letters are like . formal yet not so formal . i mean . when you read it it seems kinda comical =/ esp. for one that's going to th principal ? ._." blahh . i said thanks and mrs ng said you're welcome my pink lady .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL .&lt;br /&gt;mypinklady- eh cool that's gonna be my next ign for audi x33 wo0ots .&lt;br /&gt;alrighteyhs . i have pretty much nothing to say . except for some random comment or two about th physics test today .&lt;br /&gt;I HATE PHYSICS . IT'S SO COMPLICATING . ZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;zohhhemmmgeeeee .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harttx;&lt;br /&gt;``michellex3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IRRELEVANT LYRICS . BUT THEY'RE POSITIVELY AUHHHSUHHME .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we should get jerseys cause we make a great team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but yours would look better than mine, cause you're outta my league&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i know that it's so cliche to tell you that everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i spend with you is the new best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;everyone watching us just turns away with disgust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's jealously, they can see that we've got it going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;i'm racking my brain for a new improved way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to let you know your more to me than what i know how to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you're OK with the way this is going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is going to be the best thing we've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if anyone can make me a better person you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all i gotta say is i must've done something good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i came along one day and you rearranged my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all i gotta say is i must've done something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i must've done something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe i'm just lucky cause it's hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;believe that somebody like you'd end up with someone like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;i know that it's so cliche to talk about you this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i'll push all my inhibitions aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's so very obvious to everyone watching us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that we have got something real good going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;i'm racking my brain for a new improved way&lt;br /&gt;to let you know your more to me than what i know how to say&lt;br /&gt;you're OK with the way this is going to be&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be the best thing we've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone can make me a better person you could&lt;br /&gt;all i gotta say is i must've done something good&lt;br /&gt;i came along one day and you rearranged my life&lt;br /&gt;all i gotta say is i must've done something right&lt;br /&gt;i must've done something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-1702139922322560093?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1702139922322560093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=1702139922322560093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/1702139922322560093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/1702139922322560093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-house-how-awesomely-strage.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-23527936415011925</id><published>2007-09-12T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:47:47.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>swing swing from the tangles of&lt;br /&gt;my heart is crushed by a former love&lt;br /&gt;can you help me find a way to carry on again ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love that song(:&lt;br /&gt;clare's helping me make a pink umbrella theme for my phone ! LOVE YOU CLARE(: i promise i won't be mean to you again ! or i'll try my very best to control my emotions =p esp. th negative ones . ehehehe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ~! on today's agenda !&lt;br /&gt;ugh i left my fullscap paper in my file with the other 3 sciencepads . HAHAHAHA . okay ! TOMORROW SHALL BRING A DOUBLE POST . or like . double luh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takkaiire all(:&lt;br /&gt;lovelove;&lt;br /&gt;michelle(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-23527936415011925?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/23527936415011925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=23527936415011925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/23527936415011925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/23527936415011925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/swing-swing-from-tangles-of-my-heart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-8257346695096485754</id><published>2007-09-11T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T05:22:28.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY DURING SCHOOL WAS SUPER FUN ! but when i came home i was super tired .&lt;br /&gt;LET'S TALK ABOUT THE &lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/strong&gt; THINGS THAT HAPPENED IN SCHOOL TODAY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstperiod; CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;(in chinese) what will you do to express your love for your country ?&lt;br /&gt;*amanda,me,grace,clare came up with a WHOLE LOT of ideas. i kept insisting . WEI GUO XI SHENG SHEN MING, CAI CAN . but they didn't want to cuz it was "cliche" and "corny" or something like that . so then i got fed up and said&lt;br /&gt;WO HUI WEI GUO XI SHENG PENG YOU ! HELLO, MY FRIEND, I SEND YOU TO WAR ! * friend dies * I HAVE SACRIFICED MY FRIEND FOR MY COUNTRY, THUS I LOVE MY COUNTRY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA xDD !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime after; LA ?&lt;br /&gt;me:*says nonsense and does weird actions e.g. flapping arms*&lt;br /&gt;P.S. we were on the subject of diarrhoea .&lt;br /&gt;grace&amp;jess: sth like what's flapping arms got to do with diarrhoea ?&lt;br /&gt;me: WHEN YOU BREATHE IN, YOU FLAP YOUR ARMS UP AND WHEN YOU BREATHE OUT, YOU FLAP YOUR ARMS DOWN AT THE SAME TIME ALL THE DIARRHOEA COMES OUT . HAHAHAHAHAHAHA .&lt;br /&gt;* okay can't remember what followed that . but they were positively appalled(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd one during LA&lt;br /&gt;grace: omgosh i remember that time michelle kept singing we have to take out clothes off . i bet she does that before she bathes everyday, that's why she takes so long .&lt;br /&gt;(for those who don't know what clothes off is, the lyrics go as follows:)&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE TO TAKE OUR CLOTHES OFF&lt;br /&gt;(SO SEXY)&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE TO PARTY ALL NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE TO TAKE OUR CLOTHES OFF&lt;br /&gt;TO HAVE A GOOD TIME .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you enjoyed that ! :D COS I MOST CERTAINLY DID . HAHAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ! today i had chinese oral . before my turn, i was drawing on the black board with chalk with trisha . we played some pyramid game and i was like . i don't know how to play . then trisha said . let the pro teach you ! and we played . and i beat her in the end . and she was like EH WHAT ?! LOL . so much for pro, eh, trisha ? =p AND MY EMAIL IS COOL . zzzzzzzzzzzzz . chinese oral went okay , except for the conversation bit, i kept saying english words cus i didn't know how to say it in chinese . but the rest was pretty much okay(: yay ! i hope i don't fail . eheheh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ! i'm DONE blogging .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withLOVE;&lt;br /&gt;michelle(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insidejoke: thank you for painstaking taking your time to read this tedious &lt;s&gt;letter&lt;/s&gt; post .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-8257346695096485754?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8257346695096485754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=8257346695096485754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8257346695096485754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8257346695096485754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-during-school-was-super-fun-but.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-2198199754572827232</id><published>2007-09-10T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T04:51:59.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm like doing maths now . i thought i had to finish it today, thank God cherry told me only until q6 (: omgosh i don't know how to do so many qns la . cherry&amp;i are gonna die for eoy's ): sob sob . dead .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a water lily is 8cm vertically above th water surface of a pond, later, it is blown 32cm sideways by a strong wind as shown in th diagram below. find the depth, x cm, of the pond. WTHECK . WHATS UP WITH THAT ?! ZOOOOOMG . pythagora's (: . pythagora, i hate you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay after this i have to go do my compre . at least i'm doing my homework manxxzxzxz ._.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my handwriting's really nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a year&lt;br /&gt;filled with problems&lt;br /&gt;but now you're here almost as if to solve them&lt;br /&gt;and i can't live in a world without you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my life i've beens earching for you&lt;br /&gt;how did i survive in this world before you&lt;br /&gt;cuz i don't wanna live another day without you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the best thing&lt;br /&gt;the best thing that could be happening&lt;br /&gt;and i think you would agree&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is that it's happening to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so in love with this song(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz nothing ever felt as good as it does right now .&lt;br /&gt;i'll go back to before we met&lt;br /&gt;trying to erase the past&lt;br /&gt;try harder to forget&lt;br /&gt;nothing will ever be as good as here and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeee(: okay back to work ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-2198199754572827232?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2198199754572827232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=2198199754572827232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2198199754572827232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2198199754572827232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-like-doing-maths-now.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-2895922752657312412</id><published>2007-09-08T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T06:03:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;michaela:DESSIE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;michaela:MICHELLE HWANG LIKES THONGS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ?!&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;br /&gt;okay i do .&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;br /&gt;*blush*&lt;/p&gt;LOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-2895922752657312412?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2895922752657312412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=2895922752657312412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2895922752657312412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2895922752657312412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/michaeladessie-michaelamichelle-hwang.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-2100676827293195757</id><published>2007-09-08T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T05:45:37.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;today was so fun ! i went out with chartan&amp;lim&amp;amp;shannen&amp;lina to cine to watch a movie . at first it was ratatouille . then changed to some horror movie cuz edwin suggested it . oh yah on th way thr char informed us that jason, edwinchi&amp;amp;royvin were going too . okay then in the end we didn't watch th horror movie lah cuz it was at like 5 ? yeah and jason&amp;royvin were scared ! haha . actually all of th girls were scared too but it was like . for th experience(: lina caressed some poster of some ghost woman cuz thr was th name MIKE thr ?! omgwtfbbq . HAHAHA . okay it was really freaky . chartan&amp;amp;i screamed when we turned arnd `nd saw it(: hahaa . so in th end we watched no reservations . but i didn't get to watch it til' th end cuz i had tuition at like 5 ? *tanqi* =/ so i left th cinema at 4.25 or sth . then went to taxi stand and went into a cab driven by an old uncle ! i thought it was kinda safe luh . since he's old and all . wouldn't be like dangerous or anything . yep . then at the some junction near paragon/taka . the light turned orange `nd he was really close to he said aiya nabei cheebye la then shot the light ? LOL . i was luffing inside of me . hahahahah . yeah and he drove really fast and recklessly . so i was kinda scared . *pout* okay anyway i'm here blogging right ? so i'm like . OKAY ?! HAHAHA . okay . retarded . bored now . wonder what function is on today . tables set out in th garden&amp;amp;thr's catered food in my garden . wtheck =x ohwell . camp in room // upstairs(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheers ! x3michelle(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-2100676827293195757?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2100676827293195757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=2100676827293195757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2100676827293195757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2100676827293195757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-was-so-fun-i-went-out-with_08.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-83198964613482556</id><published>2007-09-07T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:01:29.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so freaking pissed with char and lina and shannen . but not really shannen . cos it's LINA's fault . i'm blogging in orchard cine lv9 lan centre tht costs $3.50 for an hour and i'm BLOGGING . zzzz what else to do . i wanted to take neoprints by myself but i decided not to . wth . walaooo they said 12.30 . then when i called lina she was like . er i thought is 1.30 ? wtf la ! zzzz . then char told me she was leaving her house at like . 12 sth ? so i left my house too . and my house is freaking near cine ? sigh . so i went to orchard and wandered around aimlessly for 5 mins then decided to go to bunk . so i walked to oppo th somerset mrt . but then th somerset mrt station like WASN'T THERE ? so i decided to come HERE . ( cine lv 9 lan centre ) to play audi . then th first com they gave me was like . couldn't open anything . so i moved to another com . and i figured out how to open the freaking thing . so then i opened audi . and i was like okay at least i can play audi -.- then it said . WRONG VERSION . fuck la -.- wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf . char just called me and asked me to go check the tickets . zzzzz so pissed . YOU STILL GOT THE GUTS TO COME ASK FOR FAVOURS FROM ME ?! WAN TO DIE AH . &lt;a href="mailto:~!@#$%"&gt;~!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp; okay i just went to disturb ck on msn . but then the com lagged . dammit . WTF LOL I TALK ON MSN AND IT LAGS HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;hate&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;freaking&lt;br /&gt;place&lt;br /&gt;these&lt;br /&gt;fucking&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;keep&lt;br /&gt;walking&lt;br /&gt;behind&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;dammit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so angry .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a guy on th com opposite me and it sounds like he's singing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these screens suck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they have a nice keyboard(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad audi doesn't work . okay i'm going to see the show timings now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still effing pissed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-83198964613482556?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/83198964613482556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=83198964613482556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/83198964613482556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/83198964613482556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-freaking-pissed-with-char-and-lina.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-8737808968805967893</id><published>2007-09-07T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T04:42:26.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today went to serene centre with jess, amanda and deb . we annotated r&amp;j for the longest time . and i didn't bring my r&amp;amp;j book . sigh ! like 3 hours plus . almost died . we were at mac's for about one and a half hours . then we went to island creamery . i bought like blackforest&amp;cookiesn'cream . but the blackforest was like WAY disgusting . it tasted like shit . not like i've tasted shit before . but it seems like there's alchohol inside . and it also has weird fruit bits inside . i think it was .. okay i have no clue what it was . amanda&amp;amp;deb ate nutella&amp;cookiesn'cream . after amanda was done she asked who wants 2nd's . so i asked her to buy nutella&amp;amp;cookiesn'cream for me ! hahaha . :D she bought the same thing again . but deb didn't buy 2nd's . i think . jess got like . some chocolate w/ cookies&amp;cookiesn'cream . ehehe ! well we annotated r&amp;amp;j . then like we stopped and started digressing . when deb wanted us to continue i was like NOOOOOOO i'm so tired . i feel like sleeping . so like we stopped . then we started to discuss random stuff . and in the end we closed all our books and started talking ! so i was feeling totally random and said 'let's discuss more sexual innuendo's !' i think that's how you spell it .. yeah they were all shocked at me . hahahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;oh yeah somewhere in between jess&amp;manda(i think) asked what 'the bawdy hand of the clock is about to strike noon' or something along that line . so i explained to them . in te most decent way thought possible . yep . then they were disgusted . and deb was laughing hahaha ! :D then jess started talking about her perverted church friend and an internal joke which was triggered with the words 'clean hand' or something like that . it was totally sick ! after that we walked for like 50m or sth then took a cab to deb's house . IT'S LIKE SHE'S NEVER TAKEN A CAB BEFORE . WHILE WE WERE WAITING FOR ONE SHE WAS LIKE . '2 times 4 is 8 ..' and we were like okay . never ask any questions . then in the cab i was kinda wondering out loud . eh deb your house really THAT FAR in ?! how can $8 in one ! then she was like . err 4 people what . then we were all shocked . jess exclaimed 'no it's the total distributed by the number of people sharing the cab!' it was really funny(: when we got there we started reading her friend's blog ._.' it was like so hilarious ?! he's like ANOTHER SHERRI . searching for sexual innuendo's everywhere ! omgosh . and it was really hilariuos :/ pl0x .. okay nothing else to write about !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today was so awesome(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;michelle(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-8737808968805967893?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8737808968805967893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=8737808968805967893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8737808968805967893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8737808968805967893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-went-to-serene-centre-with-jess.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-5654898895841870297</id><published>2007-09-06T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:27:30.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;uber bored . this morning i woke up and wanted to start completing the rest of my homework but didn't . so i went to play audi . played for 2 hours + - .. then got bored . so i went online . and talked to shella and chartan . i told chartan i bought her a thong for her present . she was hauling profanities at me and said she'll make me wear it as a finale . reasoning : you buy for me so i make you wear . WTHECK . char you're freaking retarded ._.' anyway you'll find out what i really got you for your birthday when i give it to you . it's really cute(: haha ! i want to keep it ._.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SHAYNEE . COLLECT YOUR OCTOPUS SOON .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;my parents want to split my house land into 2 and sell the garden/swimming pool part . for 10m . LOL . then we stay in the house . i told them if they did that they'll have to send me to a condo to live or i'd run away . i can't imagine my house itself without a garden/swimming pool . that's like so uncool . besides my house is in such a very weird shape that if they do that we'll be surrounding the other guy's house if he buys that plot of land . and we'd have to redo the entrance and everything . cos the garden and swimming pool aren't near the gate . hmm . okay . that's about it . :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;poot .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;REVELING IN MY BOREDOM .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;jess arranged some study thingy for our group . supposed to be today at 12pm . herself, amanda, deborah, roxanne and suatty supposed to go . then roxanne and suatty not going in the end . and she's going to do some weird stuff that'll probably take forever to coordinate and she'll probably get that super late . so i'm not sure if i'm going . but i'm so bored at home . i think i'll go catch a movie with someone .. :/ bored . bored . okay nothing to say alr .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bye ! cheers(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*thanks for noble-ly reading post after post(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;x3michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BELOW ARE LYRICS THAT I JUST FELT LIKE TYPING COS IT'S LIKE WHAT I FEEL RIGHT NOW . YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;what about now ; chris daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;shadows fill an empty heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;as love is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;from all the things that we are;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;are not saying .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;can we see beyond the scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&amp;make it to the dawn ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;change the colours of the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&amp;open up to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the ways you made me feel alive;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ways i loved you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;for all the things that never died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;to make it through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;love will find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;what about now ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;what about today ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;what if you're making me all that i was meant to be ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;what if our love never went away ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;what if it's lost behind words we could never find ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;baby before it's too late .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;what about now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sunlight's breaking in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;to start a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;this broken heart can still survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;with a touch of your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;shadows fade into the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i am by your side where love will find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;now that we're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;now that we've come this far;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;just hold on .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;there is nothing to fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;for i am right beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;for all my life i am yours .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;what about now ,&lt;br /&gt;what about today ?&lt;br /&gt;what if you're making me all that i was meant to be ?&lt;br /&gt;what if our love never went away ?&lt;br /&gt;what if it's lost behind words we could never find ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby before it's too late .&lt;br /&gt;what about now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-iloveyou .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-5654898895841870297?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5654898895841870297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=5654898895841870297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5654898895841870297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5654898895841870297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/uber-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-15603908462868731</id><published>2007-09-06T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T04:07:46.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the best thing;&lt;br /&gt;he's my love .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to vivo with my parents after i finished watching fy ! omgosh the ending was SOO TOUCHING i cried like mad . sigh ! so sweet(: i'm glad it's a happy ending ! yay ! bt fy's over now ... * sunken back into depression *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;i wished that you were mine&lt;br /&gt;i wished my heart was strong&lt;br /&gt;my piano's out of tune&lt;br /&gt;i wish it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;i wish that my world was softer&lt;br /&gt;&amp;i want a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helicopter-the feeling! cutest song ever(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . so i went to vivo . watched ratatouille . i think it's a really pointless show . but the rat's cute :D ( remy- or however you spell it's name- only ) when mum went to buy the tickets me and my meimei went to preciousthots,actioncity&amp;minitoons to find presents for friends . then we went to pageone . some bookstore . i found ouran ! like 8/10 books ! so i asked my mum to buy it . but she said later cos we had to eat lunch and buy present before we watched movie . so we went to sushi tei ! then we went to toys'r'us to buy esther's birthday present . my sister wanted a tickle-me-elmo but it was out of stock . so my parents ordered/reserved one at th other outlet but there also out of stock ! and they didn't import it anymore ! sad . so my mum's gonna try to get one at hongkong .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie ! we walked around on the way to pageone to buy ouran manga ! but we stopped at esprit on the way . i went to pick stuff like . 2 at a time . then go try . then the guy at the entrance of the fitting room started laughing at me after i went in 3 times ( 2items x 3times ) in te end i went in about 5-6 times . i bought so many clothes ! muahaha . my sis bought i dno how many, i bought i dno how many and my mum bought ONE . total was like $555.xx but discount to $500(: but either way i said to my mum,' don't need ouran manga alr, wait your pocket recover then buy' HAHA pocket recover =X i'm so funny right ! omgeeeeee .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ends . nothing else to blog about . my wardrobe is too full of clothes i don't wear or are really old . so i took out some . for the shorts it was like take out 60% -.- the shirts like 30% . and like 1 pair of jeans i've had since p5 . LOL i can still wear them ! BARELY . sad . i'm fat . )x poot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle(:&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is that it's happening to you and me .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i know you won't believe it cos i don't either but i think i've fallen for you ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-15603908462868731?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/15603908462868731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=15603908462868731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/15603908462868731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/15603908462868731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/best-thing-hes-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-5934053229704259451</id><published>2007-09-05T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:43:45.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my parents want to bring me out to do sth today ._. they were like . shopping ? zoo ? anything ? just don't go over the limit . it was like at 12am . guess what was my reply !!!!! 'ffuuussshhiiiigggiiii yyuuuggiiii ._.'' ahahah xD ! so retarded ._.' i woke up at 7.50am to watch fy(: shall resume doing that now ! ciao(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-5934053229704259451?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5934053229704259451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=5934053229704259451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5934053229704259451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5934053229704259451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-parents-want-to-bring-me-out-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-4437731627612542312</id><published>2007-09-05T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T06:36:14.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TRAINING SUCKED ! i just can't get it all right ! jeez . i have to make sure 1st&amp;2nd steps are slow&amp;amp;small . i have to make sure i SWING STRAIGHT and not CROOKED . i have to make sure i EXTEND MY ARM AND NOT MOVE MY ELBOW SO MUCH . i have to make sure i WALK CONTINUOUSLY for 2nd&amp;3rd step . i have to make sure power step is straight . i have to make sure i bend lower on power step . i have to slide longer . i have to not bend my elbow on release so early aka follow through . i have to not turn my wrist while swinging ze ball . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;HOW TEH HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ALL THAT AT ONCE ?!?! sigh . suddenly i have to correct so many things at once -.- diao0o . and we haven't even gotten to the correct release =/ it keeps 'jumping' aka release=2 sounds . sigh ... my right wrist is too weak ): sigh ! oh dangit . nothing i can do about it . CHIONG UHH ! muahahaha . i must get it right ~ weeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;okay to bathe ! while FY BUFFERS ! i'm going to finish th last ep today ! but then i'll be depressed ._. ITS OK ! I MUST FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TO BATHE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;x3michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-4437731627612542312?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4437731627612542312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=4437731627612542312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/4437731627612542312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/4437731627612542312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/training-sucked-i-just-cant-get-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-2893825157432663596</id><published>2007-09-04T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:29:40.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm blogging because ep30 is rebuffering BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY DID SOMETHING TO IT WHEN I WAS TRYING TO DO STH . IT WAS ALREADY BUFFERED ! OMGEEEEEEEEE . NOOOOOOOO . okay so i'm blogging now . i started watching fy on monday .. ? and i'm on ep30 . lol =/ i'm an anime freak . weeeeeee . 鬼宿 ! wo ai si ni le !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay there's nothing much to write about anyway . my dad gave me a card reader . lol ._.' diiao0o . omgeeeeeeee ! HAHAHA xDD . my com table is THE MESSY . sigh . oh well i think it has buffered ! at least half ! TO FY ! MY LOVE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3michelle(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-2893825157432663596?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2893825157432663596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=2893825157432663596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2893825157432663596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2893825157432663596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-blogging-because-ep30-is-rebuffering.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-3199080234150759248</id><published>2007-09-04T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T04:38:40.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>revelling in my depressed&lt;br /&gt;suffering from withdrawal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEPRIVED OF FUSHIGI YUUGI ! IT BUFFERS AT 0 SECONDS PER 30 MINS . NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall have to resort to becoming a nocturnal creature .&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of fushigiyuugi .&lt;br /&gt;and my sanity .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO SHAYYYNNEEEE (: SINCE YOU TOOK SUCH A NICE LONG NAP YOU CAN ACCOMPANY ME AT 12AM IF FUSHIGIYUUGI DOESN'T BUFFER FAST ENOUGH ! YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND ! (:&lt;br /&gt;*current time clocks 2&amp;a half hours .&lt;br /&gt;aka you've been napping for 2&amp;amp;a half hours alr(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers ;D&lt;br /&gt;loves;michelle(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-3199080234150759248?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3199080234150759248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=3199080234150759248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/3199080234150759248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/3199080234150759248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/reveling-in-my-depressed-suffering-from.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-8176561145297838528</id><published>2007-09-04T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:27:16.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>typing lyrics seems to console me now that fy's buffering oh so slowly . and its the best ep ever !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simona,&lt;br /&gt;you're getting older&lt;br /&gt;your journey's been etched on your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simona,&lt;br /&gt;wish i had known that&lt;br /&gt;what seemed to strong&lt;br /&gt;has been and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would call you up every saturday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;we'd both stay out til the morning night&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;we sang&lt;br /&gt;'here we go again&lt;br /&gt;&amp;though time goes by i will always be&lt;br /&gt;in a club with you in 1973&lt;br /&gt;singing 'here we go again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simona,&lt;br /&gt;wish i was sober&lt;br /&gt;so i could see clearly now&lt;br /&gt;the rain has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simona,&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's over&lt;br /&gt;my memory plays out to the same old songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would call you up every saturday night&lt;br /&gt;&amp;we'd both stay out til the morning light&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;we sang&lt;br /&gt;'here we go again&lt;br /&gt;&amp;though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;i will always be&lt;br /&gt;in a club with you&lt;br /&gt;in 1973 .&lt;br /&gt;singing 'here we go again ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUSHIGI YUUGI ! x3&lt;br /&gt;TAMAHOME ! x3 love !! ;o kyaaaah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh . weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to fy(: i hope it has buffered !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-8176561145297838528?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8176561145297838528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=8176561145297838528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8176561145297838528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8176561145297838528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/typing-lyrics-seems-to-console-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-6811683521406751834</id><published>2007-09-03T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T06:45:46.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUSHIGI YUUGI ! MY NEW LOVE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in a book in a box in th closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in a line in a song i once heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in a moment on a front porch late one june&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there it was at the tip of my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there it was on the tip of my tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there you were and i had never been that far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp; i let it all slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what do i do now that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no back up plan, no second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;no one else to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;all i can hear in the silence that remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;are the words i couldn't say .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there's a rain that'll never stop falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there's a wall that i tried to take down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what i shoulda said just wouldn't pass my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i held back&amp;now we've come to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp;it's too late now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what do i do now that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no back up plan, no second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;no one else to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;all i can hear in the silence that remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;are the words i couldn't say .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;shoulda found a way to tell you how i felt .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now the only one i'm telling is myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what do i do now that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no back up plan, no second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp;no one else to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;all i can hear in the silence that remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;are the words i couldn't say .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-6811683521406751834?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6811683521406751834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=6811683521406751834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/6811683521406751834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/6811683521406751834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/fushigi-yuugi-my-new-love.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-6488601031456999123</id><published>2007-09-03T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:16:04.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'M THOROUGHLY DEPRESSED !!!!! OURAN'S OVER !!!!!! ONLY 26 EPS !!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY CANT DO THIS !! T-T OMG ! waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah could they at least write faster so the 11th book will come out ! waaaaaaaah i want to cry alr ! OURAN OURAN OURAN OURAN OURAN . T-T ! OURAN ROCKS ! WAAAAAAAAAAAHH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOROUGHLY DEPRESSED;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EHEHE NOW I'M GOING TO START WATCHING FUSHIGI YUUGI . WOOHTS . MY LIFE ISN'T OVER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-6488601031456999123?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6488601031456999123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=6488601031456999123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/6488601031456999123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/6488601031456999123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-thoroughly-depressed-ourans-over.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-2338684482459151373</id><published>2007-09-02T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:28:02.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just woke up(: it's like 10am? hehe . i'm eating breakfast(: NUTELLA IS THE LOVE! ehes . chartan&amp;clarefong are on a mission to freak me out T_T it's phreakayye .&lt;br /&gt;let's play a game . VOTE FOR THE WORST COUPLE IN BOWLING ! as in like . guy+girl both in bowling no need same sch(: post on my comments or on my tagboard please ! :D worst = most not-pei-he or looks dam weird tgt or just don't suit each other :D PAST AND PRESENT BOTH ARE APPLICABLE ! LIKE IF THEY'RE NOT TGT NOW STILL CAN SAY(: okay begin now ! i'm on a mission to finish my homework by today(: go me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers;&lt;br /&gt;michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-2338684482459151373?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2338684482459151373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=2338684482459151373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2338684482459151373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/2338684482459151373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-woke-up-its-like-10am-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-6366732623875767170</id><published>2007-09-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T07:35:22.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my best friend has just found his next future girlfriend . behold ; sherri ._. ohwell ! they're scary T_T in th same conver. with the two of them =/ ... they were talking about PORN !! and HENTAI . and anime and other stuff . but they were actually talking about PORN AND HENTAI . i can never look at them the same way again T_T ( sorry to c&amp;s if everyone sees this =p ) zomygosh . so scary :/ suhkariiee :/ okay nothing else happened . clare was freaking me out with stuff like ' you're my new object of lust ' or sth along that line . so suhhkariiee !! why is everyone freaking me out tonight ! ): bowling with cheryl tan is the most traumatic experience ever . she's so distracting . and i just feel like slapping her face . lol . the bitch look :/ eegh . taugay sabo'd geraldtan . she told jeremy ( her 4th boyfriend ) that ct likes gt . so suhhkarriiee !! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;** have you realised suhkarie has elongated itself throughout the para ? :x .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. sherri if you read this please don't read 'elongated' and start laughing . cos i know you will . :/ horny pervert . CHENEY AND SHERRI ARE BOTH HORNY PERVERTS . ANIME FREAKS ! &lt;strong&gt;HORNY PERVERTS !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;disgusted;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;x3michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-6366732623875767170?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6366732623875767170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=6366732623875767170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/6366732623875767170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/6366732623875767170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-best-friend-has-just-found-his-next.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-5150396741239960078</id><published>2007-09-02T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T04:09:38.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i found your picture in my wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;still got your sweater in my closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll bring em back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe tonight .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and people ask me how i'm doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but every question still has you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i say i'm fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i never think about you but you're always on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm getting over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm getting over you most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if i said it like i mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then maybe i'll believe it like it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm getting over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;i'm better off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp;i think it's what i want .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'M GETTING OVER YOU ; RELIENT K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just finished training(: went to church in the morning . love church :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then i went to bunk and played thr for like an hour + - . i miss all my maple friends ! ): i asked the asia customer service and if i unban my prz all the stuff'll be gone . sigh that's just really depressing ... ohwell . i got over it ! haha . and i don't like anyone(: hoorayyes . clare was right . zomg . he's so gay . so the gay . the gay . the gay . gerald just told me ncp's at rtc . pfft . hmm ... I HATE BOWLING . okay let me refine that statement . I HATE RTC LANES . they suck . either they're patchy or they're 90%-100% dry . ick ? gross . i bowled 3 games with tau(: i think i distract her alot . o_o then like th 3rd game she looked WAAAY pissed . =/ an angry tau is a scary tau): ohwell .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOW HE'S GONE; I'M SLEEPING WITH THE LIGHT ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*cancels now he's gone* i always sleep with the light on :D CONFESSION: i'm utterly terrified of sleeping alone in the dark :/ i always start hallucinating . especially when i don't look at my window . i start thinking .. that there're things there .. and i scare myself . golly gee . i'm scaring myself now . ableh . ableh . ableh . i wanted to enter a note on tau's phone . like on the my active standby . so it'll like be on her main screen . i wanted to put ong taugay :x but she didn't let me . hehehehe . then she looked really angry again cuz i think i distracted her . oh man =/ i complain about people distracting me and i distract people T_T i'm a hypocrite !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sob .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay nothing else to talk about . quick recovery ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MICHAELA THINKS FCUK = french communications . weeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I LOVE TAMAKI ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;x3michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-5150396741239960078?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5150396741239960078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=5150396741239960078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5150396741239960078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/5150396741239960078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-found-your-picture-in-my-wallet-still.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561864814345872561.post-8141464539690194279</id><published>2007-09-01T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T04:32:31.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NEW BLOG(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561864814345872561-8141464539690194279?l=sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8141464539690194279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561864814345872561&amp;postID=8141464539690194279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8141464539690194279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561864814345872561/posts/default/8141464539690194279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanctifymyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03934468323813601359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
