<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:14:16.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...world where everythings peaceful...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-4021695751687745440</id><published>2007-05-24T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:59:33.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2dae was really fun.. haax.. mayb shall post abt it tmr or sth.. 4 more details, visit allie's or javier's blog!! too tired to post anyways, but i'll let e pics do e talking.. Today was our picnic dae, n e attendees're rah, jav, divvie, grace, allie, dorcas n me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWvS1R9ibI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O7s0UVCjsFc/s1600-h/unknown+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149693750282674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWvS1R9ibI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O7s0UVCjsFc/s320/unknown+flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;beautiful, yet unknown, flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWvTFR9icI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8j7e3Cq42M8/s1600-h/Unknown+Nests.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149698045249986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWvTFR9icI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8j7e3Cq42M8/s320/Unknown+Nests.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;erm.. unknown nests? taken from e tree behind a happy sarah aft soaking in e sun 4 a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWvTFR9idI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1NGlZTu9geQ/s1600-h/Victorian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149698045250002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWvTFR9idI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1NGlZTu9geQ/s320/Victorian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pretty victorian pavillion!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWu6FR9iWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6TkGYmw48mY/s1600-h/Swan+%40+Swan+Lake+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149268548520290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWu6FR9iWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6TkGYmw48mY/s320/Swan+%40+Swan+Lake+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tis swan's so cute.. e 2 of em actually came to me n rah!! e rest were jealous!!  hahax..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWu6FR9iXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/elxWpSAiC3Y/s1600-h/Swan+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149268548520306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWu6FR9iXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/elxWpSAiC3Y/s320/Swan+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so amazingly cute la!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWu6VR9iYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_NNVGbh9mGY/s1600-h/Swan+Island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149272843487618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWu6VR9iYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_NNVGbh9mGY/s320/Swan+Island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &amp; tt's Swan Island.. cute hw e coconut trees actually grp 2geder.. can see e swans fm our lil picnic overview!! haax..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWu6lR9iZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YV2KfV5zaJc/s1600-h/Swan+Statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149277138454930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWu6lR9iZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YV2KfV5zaJc/s320/Swan+Statue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;swan statue.. izzat a tortoise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWu6lR9iaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/a7lUfSnMoOo/s1600-h/twin+swans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149277138454946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWu6lR9iaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/a7lUfSnMoOo/s320/twin+swans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e adorable swans!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWujlR9iRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EXTkxDGCDdw/s1600-h/Shocked+or+Surprised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148882001463570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWujlR9iRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EXTkxDGCDdw/s320/Shocked+or+Surprised.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sowies, but rah's gone ballistic 2dae..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuj1R9iSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5u15jhu-Zfc/s1600-h/Side+of+Swan+Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148886296430882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuj1R9iSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5u15jhu-Zfc/s320/Side+of+Swan+Lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e side of e swan lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148899181332786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuklR9iTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ETwly-SRtQc/s320/Skinny+Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a really skinny tree, dun u think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuk1R9iUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TfZ8JD95x8U/s1600-h/sunny!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148903476300098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuk1R9iUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TfZ8JD95x8U/s320/sunny!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tis shows u hw sunny it's 2dae.. oh e heat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWulFR9iVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0iBEftshaMM/s1600-h/Swan+%40+Swan+Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148907771267410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWulFR9iVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0iBEftshaMM/s320/Swan+%40+Swan+Lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's looking at me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuIlR9iMI/AAAAAAAAADc/ymUka7qXs2A/s1600-h/piranha+tortoises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148418144995522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuIlR9iMI/AAAAAAAAADc/ymUka7qXs2A/s320/piranha+tortoises.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm.. tt's wat happens when u throw a piece of bread into e lake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuI1R9iNI/AAAAAAAAADk/LzpleZkcArc/s1600-h/Pretty+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148422439962834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuI1R9iNI/AAAAAAAAADk/LzpleZkcArc/s320/Pretty+Flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;duncha think e flowers're pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuJFR9iOI/AAAAAAAAADs/T1A-jsczsL8/s1600-h/Pretty+Swans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148426734930146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuJFR9iOI/AAAAAAAAADs/T1A-jsczsL8/s320/Pretty+Swans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pretty twin swans!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuJVR9iPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Mj5GBX49XgA/s1600-h/rah+n+divvie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148431029897458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuJVR9iPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Mj5GBX49XgA/s320/rah+n+divvie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rah n divvie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148431029897474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWuJVR9iQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ytTU5-1XA0E/s320/Seedless+Grapes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seedless grapes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWt6VR9iHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/E_vyLZaNcK4/s1600-h/More+Nests.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148173331859570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWt6VR9iHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/E_vyLZaNcK4/s320/More+Nests.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pretty trees..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWt6lR9iII/AAAAAAAAAC8/BtnjNsfd0wM/s1600-h/mynah+bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148177626826882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWt6lR9iII/AAAAAAAAAC8/BtnjNsfd0wM/s320/mynah+bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tt's one big fat mynah bird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWt6lR9iJI/AAAAAAAAADE/zdWrf1ro_gg/s1600-h/Natural+Trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148177626826898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWt6lR9iJI/AAAAAAAAADE/zdWrf1ro_gg/s320/Natural+Trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; nice view fm our 'tent'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWt61R9iKI/AAAAAAAAADM/IhZlvMBY5RE/s1600-h/Our+lil+picnic!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148181921794210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWt61R9iKI/AAAAAAAAADM/IhZlvMBY5RE/s320/Our+lil+picnic!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;our lil picnic!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWt61R9iLI/AAAAAAAAADU/NRhF55NrW4s/s1600-h/Pink+Koreans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148181921794226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWt61R9iLI/AAAAAAAAADU/NRhF55NrW4s/s320/Pink+Koreans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pink Koreans.. Did i mention tt der're several grps of dem? nt tt all of dem wore e same matching colours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtklR9iCI/AAAAAAAAACM/_UzLz3QLhKs/s1600-h/JSS+Community+Service.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147799669704738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtklR9iCI/AAAAAAAAACM/_UzLz3QLhKs/s320/JSS+Community+Service.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a couple of jurong sec students doing CIP w lil kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtk1R9iDI/AAAAAAAAACU/W-Bzulrpwz8/s1600-h/Main+Gate+Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147803964672050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtk1R9iDI/AAAAAAAAACU/W-Bzulrpwz8/s320/Main+Gate+Road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cute name, rite?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtllR9iEI/AAAAAAAAACc/C90JgmJ0IfU/s1600-h/Main+Gate+Road+Invaded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147816849573954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtllR9iEI/AAAAAAAAACc/C90JgmJ0IfU/s320/Main+Gate+Road+Invaded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i wonder where tis'll lead me to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtllR9iFI/AAAAAAAAACk/YH8pmHoiNKQ/s1600-h/me+n+Breast+Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147816849573970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtllR9iFI/AAAAAAAAACk/YH8pmHoiNKQ/s320/me+n+Breast+Woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sumdae, i'll be as tall as tis statue.. but surely nt as thin, i can assure u..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtmFR9iGI/AAAAAAAAACs/8zlqimdg-dg/s1600-h/me+n+rah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147825439508578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtmFR9iGI/AAAAAAAAACs/8zlqimdg-dg/s320/me+n+rah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me n rah w our hair flying away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtOFR9h9I/AAAAAAAAABk/5l9gbSPEak8/s1600-h/flowers+or+rah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147413122648018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtOFR9h9I/AAAAAAAAABk/5l9gbSPEak8/s320/flowers+or+rah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;woops!! sowies.. actually meant to take e scenery behind but gt rah's sleepy face instead.. HEY!! THERE'S NO SLEEPING DRAUGHT IN THOSE COOKIES!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtOVR9h-I/AAAAAAAAABs/CENQzDpSN5Q/s1600-h/Haix..+Rah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147417417615330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtOVR9h-I/AAAAAAAAABs/CENQzDpSN5Q/s320/Haix..+Rah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;u can't help but wonder wat is it w her n sign boards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtOlR9h_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/2p2HxMy6z3g/s1600-h/Hungry+Tortoises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147421712582642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtOlR9h_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/2p2HxMy6z3g/s320/Hungry+Tortoises.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;piranha tortoises.. they look so damn hungry la..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtOlR9iAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FhucXWKACaw/s1600-h/Ice+PRincess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147421712582658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtOlR9iAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FhucXWKACaw/s320/Ice+PRincess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here it is!! u see hw happy she's aft walking in e hot sun.. kinda think she'd melt if she didn't get into a shelter fast.. haax.. ICE PRINCESS!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtO1R9iBI/AAAAAAAAACE/DEo2uG6YJ6I/s1600-h/javier+n+allie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147426007549970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWtO1R9iBI/AAAAAAAAACE/DEo2uG6YJ6I/s320/javier+n+allie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;jav n allie.. hw's e cucumber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWs81R9h4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/G4AtNeHtAos/s1600-h/crazy+rah+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147116769904514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWs81R9h4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/G4AtNeHtAos/s320/crazy+rah+again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;erm.. u believe u can fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWs81R9h5I/AAAAAAAAABE/6zlCFOIn45I/s1600-h/Depth+of+Swan+Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147116769904530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWs81R9h5I/AAAAAAAAABE/6zlCFOIn45I/s320/Depth+of+Swan+Lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;woo.. hw deep's tt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWs9VR9h6I/AAAAAAAAABM/1qE8lOtW9SA/s1600-h/Divvie+n+Breast+Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147125359839138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWs9VR9h6I/AAAAAAAAABM/1qE8lOtW9SA/s320/Divvie+n+Breast+Woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;divvie n e statue..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nt 4 kids below 17..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWs9VR9h7I/AAAAAAAAABU/s9iu8WPqHnk/s1600-h/Dog+Poo+Bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147125359839154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWs9VR9h7I/AAAAAAAAABU/s9iu8WPqHnk/s320/Dog+Poo+Bags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;interesting sign here, doncha think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWs9lR9h8I/AAAAAAAAABc/t6_Gcwk87xk/s1600-h/dorcas+n+grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147129654806466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWs9lR9h8I/AAAAAAAAABc/t6_Gcwk87xk/s320/dorcas+n+grace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;grace n dorcas.. u can't tahan e amt of fd we hafta finish up is it, grace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWp91R9hzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qao73zEROCQ/s1600-h/Beautiful+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068143835414890290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWp91R9hzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qao73zEROCQ/s320/Beautiful+Flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;such pretty flowers la..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWp-FR9h0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/OtqzgocA3k0/s1600-h/Another+Happy+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068143839709857602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWp-FR9h0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/OtqzgocA3k0/s320/Another+Happy+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;full view of e ICE PRINCESS n her shade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWp-VR9h1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4yFfeV1gKyU/s1600-h/Canopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068143844004824914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWp-VR9h1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4yFfeV1gKyU/s320/Canopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; nice umbrellas.. fm nature..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWp-VR9h2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/saOtC496cT4/s1600-h/Cloud+or+person.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068143844004824930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWp-VR9h2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/saOtC496cT4/s320/Cloud+or+person.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tt really looks lyk a person.. w an itsy-bitsy tail at e back.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068143848299792242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWp-lR9h3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/bMqQUrmKbFA/s320/Crazy+Rah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gt tt, sarah.. WAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWpflR9hyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mt0BWq7TdMQ/s1600-h/A+happy+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068143315723847458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWpflR9hyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mt0BWq7TdMQ/s320/A+happy+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a happy sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-4021695751687745440?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/4021695751687745440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=4021695751687745440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/4021695751687745440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/4021695751687745440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2007/05/2dae-was-really-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1OheQuIszFA/RlWvS1R9ibI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O7s0UVCjsFc/s72-c/unknown+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-6979251653077443849</id><published>2007-04-26T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:38:07.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hey guys!! Back again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haix.. juz a while only la orz.. guess u guys're wanting to noe abt wat i've been doing 4 e past few wks rite? haax.. k k.. hmm.. so far pj's ok.. fun, i guess.. heex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i'm really2 looking fwd 2 band prac nowadays =P luv invocations lots!! haax.. anyways.. i'm so gr8ful i finally haf CLOTH!! no more greasy hands!! haax.. while i was at pj, i realised tt i'd learnt a lot of things at yuhua.. lyk, horn maintenaince, basic posture, hand control, lip up/down.. realised tt we're so lucky to learn alot cos other schs dun really learn to do these kinda things wan.. haax.. kinda gr8ful to shu chen 4 training me =P haax.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;anyways, there're 8 ppl in total fm me section!! they're wilson (SL aka willie), rohaidayu (aka ro), edwin(*), kelvin(*), hui lin, guan ri, caleb &amp; me!! haax.. [*nt gg 4 comp] i've yet to gif nicknames 2 e rest of e section, but it'll happen along e way..luv luv luv my section!! haax.. dun worry, frenchies.. me hvn 4gtten u guys!! haax.. oh ya.. HAPPY BELATED B"DAE TO JON2 &amp;amp; JIA MEI!!! LUV U GUYS LOADS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;hmm.. class.. ok la.. getting used to dem.. haax!! there're 20 ppl in my class {kinda small compared to aa1.. but at least gt more guys!! sowies mark.. ;)} but at least der's still a similarity btwn 07a06 &amp; 1aa1.. &amp;amp; tt's 1/2 e class's in drama!! haax!! hw gr8 is tt? dey're sarah (RAH), javier, grace, divya (divvie), alison, dorcas, eunice, kit yee, michelle, geraldine, shu mei, jia li, zara, ling xin, joash, paul, ber han, yik seng &amp; nicholas.. haax.. initially, me didn't really wan mix w every1.. but aft a while, it's better to be w more ppl me guess.. thru making new fwens, i've discovered tt der're times where i hafta KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT n nt blabber too much.. haix.. thx to yik seng 4 making me realise tis!! anyways.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;me's in inter-class debate team.. n it's seriously killing me.. i mean, it's one thing to be on e team &amp;amp; it's another thing to be committed to it.. i HATE IT when sum ppl juz anyhw shoot other ppl w/o proper justification orz.. juz because i think it's crap doesn't mean tt i'm so damn irresponsible as to nt be able to make time 4 it la.. i mean lyk, i noe i haf a temper but i still make sure i'm responsible orz.. i seriously dun think it's fair 4 sum ppl to tell me tt debate is more impt den my syf orz.. tt person still can sae lehz 'skip ur band! tis is inter-class debate! it's INTER-CLASS!!' shit u la.. my syf more impt orz.. go get a life! haix.. dun wan sae anymore abt tis assholic person.. juz tt if he really2 get on my nerves, i'll juz walk out of everything orz.. i mean, hw dare he call divvie an 'ordinary towel'? cos rah wun b able to make it tis fri, so divvie volunteered to help.. so i told tt person den he sae 'lemme hear u speak.. i muz hear u speak.. i can't send any ordinary towel out der to debate..' n i was lyk, excuse me? it's lyk, who e hell do u think u are, saying lyk tt?!! even grace was mad.. haix.. he only apologised aft shan talk to him orz.. asshole.. URGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;me alr kena blacklisted by me lit tutor no 3 orz.. so sad =( seriously, my sch e lit teachers all gt prob orz (except lit tutor no 1).. lit tutor no 2 purposely switch slides den go back to e slide we're supposed to copy notes, saying 'whoops, sorry' so bloody sarcastically la.. den lit tutor no 3 ar, wah lao.. lyk everydae oso pms sia! tt time, we 1st time gt tt tutor ma.. den tt person enter class.. so we greet orz.. e 1st time we greet (so melodiously sum more orz!) den tt tutor say gd morning again.. so we greet again orz.. den tt tutor say gd morning again.. den we all sian sian greet monotonously orz.. den only tt tutor let us sit down.. den we supposed to prepare work ma.. me 2 poems me seriously dun understand.. den me nv do orz.. den tt tutor was lyk 'dunno den dun wan try?' tt tutor stare at me orz.. so when tt tutor scold me me maintain eyes contact la.. it's been inculcated in me since i was a kid &amp; it's been further reinforced since i was in yhcb orz.. den i nv look away ma, cos i thought tt tutor still wan scold me.. den tt tutor was lyk 'wat? u dunno hw 2 do nv try izzit?' den tt tutor walk away so i look away alr orz.. den aft all e checking tt tutor told e class 'if u didn't do your work, n u noe it's ur fault, u do not glare at me, u do not squint ur eyes at me' &amp;amp; i was lyk, wat e heck? i gt glare @ u meh? haix.. den ly tt orz.. dun care alr la.. i told my mom den she sae juz tell tt tutor my face's lyk tt wan orz.. it's inborn wan ma.. i tell ms chan, felix &amp; farhan den dey all laugh @ me.. =( so bad.. felix even tell me to act cute in front of tt tutor orz!! as if i will do tt la!! haix.. jon2 watermelon sae i'm juz damn suay la.. haix.. mux go extreme makeover alr le..oh, btw, der's a new econs woman at my sch.. haix.. e horror!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i'm missing eka tanu, mr woolhead &amp;amp; sam ng lots!! haix.. sian ar.. nw v pack alr le.. mon, wed, fri gt band til 730, by e time reach home alr abt 830 -9 lyk tt.. sat 9-5 prac, den gt alumni 530-9.. haix.. soon beng la.. sae i go home fm alumni still muz buzz mouthpiece so become complete 24 hours.. siao ar?!! ppl lip muscles oso nid 2 rest lehz! still sae u work so hard.. wake up at noon even haf la! me n ms chan oso nv sae anything.. bleahxx ;P hahax.. apart fm tt, still gt e make up lesson on tues til 7 orz.. my thurs nw i hafta tutor madeline maths alr.. so can't go sectional orx.. 15 MORE DAES LEHZ!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!! anyways, ms chan sae we all mayb camp overnite on thurs cos fri nid report by 5am lehz! 5 am where gt bus wan? so will stay over orz.. woo hoo!! so fun !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;haax.. k k.. nid go alr.. will upd8 soon!! til den, hang on tight peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*to me fellow bandsmen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;jia you 4 mid yrs orz!! gambatte!! will see u guys soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**to me frenchies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;muz do well orz!! miss u guys so much!! hope to see u guys real soon =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-6979251653077443849?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/6979251653077443849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=6979251653077443849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/6979251653077443849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/6979251653077443849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-again.html' title='back again..'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-117314389976016811</id><published>2007-03-06T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T09:21:22.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hey every1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;it's bin a while hasn't it.. haix.. lots haf happened during this course of time, and i muz sae tt der'd bin gr8 times n shitty times as well.. haiz.. lets go thru e gr8 times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;ac was wat i didn't expect it to be.. yea, i hv dealt w a fair deal of snobs, but at e end of e day, u can't judge a community based on a grp of ppl.. i haf fwens who're well off but r damn humble la.. my class's pretty fun.. we're called e bimboliciously bimbotic class.. hais.. though it's more of lyk a girls' class as we haf 22 gurls n 1 guy.. but its still much fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i got 2 noe more abt 3 particular fwens.. e 4 of us practically hang out all e time la.. der's robust rajes, sweet helga n funny alyssa.. dey're lyk so cute lah.. i'll miss dem loads.. marks' cute as well.. hahax.. den der's chris, jas, bev, chu, yinling, sarah, achala, yimmie, cas, nic, nicole, cheryl, ariel, jac, janine, sam, samantha, ms sng, n of course abby!! will miss her e most.. we, r awesome, we we r awesom! a, 1 awesome, a, a, 1 awesome! woohoo!!! of course, der're sum ppl i wun miss at all.. hee hee.. my class's fun n wacky.. esp during pe n stuff.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;my fav lecture's lit!! gonna miss tt e most.. esp mr barry woolhead!! yea!!! mr tanu too.. haish.. i luv malay lessons.. cikgu jamilah is lyk so fun la.. but i hate it when she calls me bb.. dunno wat tt means.. haisx.. tt's cos i didn't wan take part in the cny's celeb tt e mcs's performing for.. cos dey were doin dikir barat.. tt sux.. me h8s dikir but cikgu took it tt i h8ed malay so she called me bb.. but she really coloured up my malay lessons.. nv knew it could be so fun! hmm wat else.. oh yea.. well, dear econs woman.. u'd be glad 2 noe tt i can nv 4get u.. sadly.. lancelot lim's fun, but e battery goes flat aft a while.. hmm.. other den tt i dun think i'd miss anythin else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;hmm.. sum of ya might feel sad cos u're screaming 'wat abt me?!!' hahax.. of course, u'd be glad to noe tt i hvn 4gttn u, my dear swiiiiiiiiiiit slyphies!!! saved e best 4 last =P will miss u guyzz e most lah!! dear mich, rach, sze, audd, julieee, YunYun (my 1st fwen), grace, feli, jj, jared, LESTER n of course, swit jia jun.. yea, e one i had me 1st lunch w, as u were so kind to remind me ;) we muz go out one of these daes!! muz muz!! our hearts shall 4eva unite as Sylphs 07! luv ya guys lots!! muackz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;really miss ac loads.. but i'll be back! dun worry ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;will blog again soon;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-117314389976016811?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/117314389976016811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=117314389976016811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/117314389976016811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/117314389976016811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-every1-its-bin-while-hasnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-116877834682159549</id><published>2007-01-14T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:45:44.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey, guys.. i noe it's a lil too l8 2 b sayin tis, but HAPPY NEW YR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, 1st things 1st.. y'dae's concert was AWESOME!!! woohoo!!! man, it's been a while since i actually enjoy playing and creating music.. e world juz seem so wrong w/o me peers fm Sparks Wind &amp; Yuhua Concert Band =P seriously.. shan't elabor8 more abt tt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i mean, i noe i hafta mix ard in me new college, but i juz dun seem to fit in.. it feels lyk i was back in pri sch, where i had so few ppl to turn to in times of crisis.. i mean, Sylph's gr8 &amp;amp; everything, but i juz dun feel lyk i belong der.. even in me current cca.. it's juz so hard la.. cos 1 thing is these ppl r either too obnoxious or shun ppl hu r of e 'lower class' grp.. of course, nt all la.. it 's juz sickening to be in a conspiracing environment la, where ppl're so damn cowardly as to gossip n nt confront others when they're nt happy w e person.. nw u might sae tt 'lala v rebelious wat, y she nv do anything?' pls, if only i could k.. no 1, hw to rebel when sum staff r oso as screwed up as e students r? no 2, rebelling = a kick to my butt outta e college, which is sth i dun wan my parents to face.. no 3, i dun haf any supporters cos e ppl der juz DO NT REBEL!!! urgh!! hw frustrating.. it's so hard to hear a single 'excuse me', or 'c'mon ppl, let's go! move up!'.. all i hear is 'oi! move' n other shitty excuses to jump e queue.. wateva happened to basic courtesy, manners &amp; respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;speaking of respect.. tis's gg outta every single soul who's readin this.. if u're so unhappy w me, e way i do things, or basically juz me, PLS HAF E GUTS 2 TELL ME IN MY FACE!! it's so bloody irritating k.. u think u're e only ones w e probs.. u think i so freakin free meh? i haf college to go to, sumtimes go back to sch to help out &amp;amp; listen to e worries &amp; probs of sum ppl who've either been misunderstood or ostracised or both.. i'll even sit w dem &amp;amp; cum up w solutions to help dem cope better w e life dey're living.. if u feel so threatened by my actions den tt's none of my business.. &amp; get tis, so long as i'm needed, i'll be back, whether or nt u lyk it.. so long as i can offer help &amp;amp; advice 2 those who need it, i WILL go back.. b'cos i noe a lot more things den ppl think i shld noe, &amp; i frankly dun care hu u r.. wat? ostracisation is e best way to solve ur probs izzit? putting ppl down is so gd izzit? dun u guys realise tt compliments can go a long way? oh yes.. if u wan point ur fingers @ others, i suggest u take a v gd look @ urself 1st.. r u fit to tell tis person off? think abt tt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i sincerely apologise if i'd hurt any1 who'd been readin tis, but tis is a blog &amp;amp; tis is wat i really think.. i'm nt shooting any particular grp or ppl.. it's a general thing.. u wan to believe it or nt, i dun gif a shit.. so long as my conscience is clear.. i render my help to those who need it.. if u dun lyk it, den tt's ur prob, cos u're nt e person i'm helping.. simple as tt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;urgh.. nw tt's off my chest.. haix.. even kuroi's messing up.. howeva, i wun gif up til i noe wat's gg on! i shall endure!! I SHALL PERSEVERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la.. better get gg.. hvn done my tutorials yet, so muz hurry up go do.. wishin u guys e bez of luck k =P to those 'O'level 06' batch, results'll be out on e 5th Feb!! Gambatte ne!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-116877834682159549?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/116877834682159549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=116877834682159549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/116877834682159549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/116877834682159549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-116531238586275770</id><published>2006-12-05T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T17:54:12.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heex.. It's been a while, hasn't it ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Band camp's OFFICIALLY OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;POP"S OFFICIALLY OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'll seriously miss all e happy &amp; sad times we'd been through as a band, batch and section.. e memories are priceless and i thank everyone involved 4 providing me with such memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, tis's 4 those ppl who're still wondering wat happened to my leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lyk tis.. tt time Haikal was e 'DM', den aft e march pass, he was supposed to 'Berhenti' us.. Aft which, he was supposed to 'Senang Diri' us, which he didn't.. e recruits platoon were closing in on us and in e end when they were so close to us, Mei Jing 'Senang Diri'ed us.. of cos all e R.O.Ds all siam lah.. me wanted to get outta e way but terplecot (twisted) me ankle.. Heex.. thx a zillion to Haikal 4 fixing me leg &amp;amp; wenjie &amp; chee san 4 lending me a 'helping hand'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i cried buckets last Sun.. so nw u guys noe y i dun cry so much.. cos i look horrible, k.. Haix.. e memories will 4eva b w me, &amp;amp; dun worry u guys! i'll be back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Y'dae met KC and Rick downstairs.. it's been quite a while since i last saw them.. e gang's still 2geder, i heard, except tt Evans was really wasted away.. nt lyk i actually bother anymore k.. it's juz tt we used to be real close b4 Ashton left.. haix.. At least Dana and Carina gt back into e Art Academy.. Gd 4 y'all!! heex... Ryan and Josh are nw working as waiters at dunno which hotel.. hahax.. will drop by when i haf e time ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;KC, me dun really care wat u wanna do, k.. juz dun get me involved can alr.. me dunno wat u've been doing, n me seriously dun wanna noe.. so pls dun try to upd8 me on stuff i can't be bothered abt.. I can't help u guys anymore.. nt aft wat happened, k.. u noe it.. so stop asking me to help u guys.. i'm currently living a new life, no matter hw upset u r abt it, i shall nt bother.. all i ask is 4 u to leave both me n my fwens alone.. rick, u shld noe hw i work by nw.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e 'shoelaces' had alr disbanded, so it's time to really move on &amp; leave everything behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me still hvn 4gotten wat happened to Ashton &amp;amp; melissa.. u shld noe wat i mean, KC.. so pls stop looking me up k.. if u wanna haf a reunion, den by all means, u can contact me.. but other den tt, i shall nt entertain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me ankle's ok abit liaox.. kuroi noe abt it alr.. REALLY2 MISS U LOTS!!! haix.. tmr gg out w him.. looking fwd to it ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Signing off peeps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-116531238586275770?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/116531238586275770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=116531238586275770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/116531238586275770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/116531238586275770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/12/heex.html' title=''/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-116014031542321563</id><published>2006-10-06T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:11:55.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Prelims results out.. 3 A1s, 2 A2s, 1 B4 &amp; 1 C5.. gd thing, i improved me mt 1 grade up. bad thing is, me is undergoing a series of dilemmas.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's so bloody irritating, e haze.. despite it being able to cover every single crack (incl me rm), some stupid morons r still playing w fireworks downstairs.. stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me health's gettin worse.. e haze makes me diff to breathe, &amp;amp; me attacks r happening more n more frequent.. me hates it, but me no choice lehz.. it's e air me breathe.. me only worry is tt it'll get even worse and me may fall very sick, n me dun wan tt to happen cos science prac is approaching real soon.. me dun wan do prac in a hospital bed, ok.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2dae's me 22nd mth w him.. only, he didn't chat w me again.. me noe me'd said sum pretty awful things, but it was a moment of anguish.. its really really vexing, but me guesses he doesn't noe hw it feels.. wat me had said, were a mixture of truths, dejections and facades.. which one is real n which is e shell, being 2geder w me for so long, u shld noe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;k k, tt's it.. me gonna dunk meself in to sum ice cream.. URGHH E HAZE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-116014031542321563?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/116014031542321563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=116014031542321563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/116014031542321563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/116014031542321563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='...?'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-115876274113348727</id><published>2006-09-20T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:32:21.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haix....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok, trick qn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;how do u noe if he's nt interested anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;haix.. me dunno watta think.. but me noe lots of things nw.. everything's clearer nw.. me realised tt me's more confident in me friends cos even though eric lied alot to jasmine, i finally have e confidence to sae tt it is NOT entirely his fault.. me haf me ways of noeing, haaxx.. but no one except 4 me, froggies &amp; irene noe abt it.. so too bad peeps ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2dae had Science paper I &amp; mt paper II.. k lah, can sae 2dae, unlyk other daes, pass by veri slowly.. OMG!!! haix.. especially mt paper.. cos usually cikgu drill us 2 finish e paper in an hour, but e actual paper is actually one and a half hours! imagine tt! i finished e paper in lyk, 50 mins, my normal timing.. i even had time to day dream in btwn qns! Haix, gotta focus focus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;haiz, eileen was rite.. so many ppl were rite.. maybe me really better off w/o him lehz.. dunneed be hurt n everything.. but lyk can't let go so easily lehz.. he sae wait til aft 'O's lehz, but me dun think me'll be able to face him aft tt stupid fight.. me dun feel lyk we belong 2geder alr.. cos its lyk 4 1 thing, we diff colour.. den oso cos he too INSENSITIVE!! me juz can't help but feel empty aft tt orz.. i mean, c'mon lah.. who'd feel ok aft their couple dissed 'em cos he had more faith in his senior than he had in u? its juz tt aft tt, he stopped talkin to me alr.. den when me call him, he lyk in a hurry to put down.. haix, me dunno lah.. juz feel so lost, so aimless orz.. @ e moment, me tryin to keep out of trouble cos usually me call him if me haf prob.. actually, only sometimes, cos.. aiyoh, veri stupid reason.. if me dun tell him me prob, he angry.. if me tell him, den he'll turn a deaf ear.. BOYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;@ present, me trying me best to nt confront a certain individual.. me w8ing 4 her 2 make e 1st move.. who noes, me might get a gd butt-kicking aft MIA for 4 yrs.. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**41 daes to 'O's.. Jia you peeps!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-115876274113348727?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/115876274113348727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=115876274113348727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115876274113348727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115876274113348727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/09/haix.html' title='Haix....'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-115831968214252245</id><published>2006-09-15T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:28:02.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tt's it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i've seriously had enuf, i tell u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;jeez, juz when u think nth can go wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;listen up, peeps.. me dun care who e hell u r, me fwen, junior or wateva.. u nt happies w some1 PLS confront tt person &amp; tell him.. also, STOP harpin' on e past.. it's irritating.. haish.. another thing, if u wan lie 2 some1 2 turn e tide ur way, PLS think abt who u're hurting! urgh!!! SOME ppl haf tongues made of honey, n OTHER ppl can be so BLOODY gullible.. urghh!!! haties!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;if it was nv meant 2 be urs, den stop thinking abt it alr n get a move on alr.. wats e pt in harping on it? i seriously see no reason to dwell on sth tt'd long passed n be solved.. even if u DESPERATELY hate e person till u wanna throw shit @ him, by all means do it n nt get other ppl involved! when will u ppl learn tt gossiping doesn't work? it nv had!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i'm terribly sorries if i'd offended some ppl abt me post, but it really is ridiculous e way i see it.. i mean, c'mon lah.. y talk abt things in e past when der r other impt things to take care of nw, for eg, PRELIMS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Trick Qn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Linda likes Aaron but Aaron is in luv w Madison. Linda shld noe very well tt Aaron is w Madison n shldn't disturb him alr.. Here comes e qn.. Wat is e worst thing Linda can &lt;em&gt;possibly&lt;/em&gt; do to get Aaron back w her again? Tag me e ans &amp;amp; i'll post my thoughts another dae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;sheesh, nw tt's off.. me gtg nw.. still gt lotsa things 2 sae but me noes if me saes it nw gt no time to finish me work.. post again real soon!! bb peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jia you all me fwens!! U can do it wan!! Me believing in u!! Tee hee!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-115831968214252245?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/115831968214252245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=115831968214252245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115831968214252245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115831968214252245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/09/tts-it.html' title='Tt&apos;s it..'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-115806330403854243</id><published>2006-09-12T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:15:04.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's my fault ok.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me too impatient.. he always pms until lyk tt but haiz.. me oso mah.. so can't blame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WE ALL OKIES LIAOZ!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tee hee!! dunno, juz sad muz be distant 4 2 mths.. me no discipline.. haiz, hw nt to? he juz leave lyk tt.. k k.. update l8r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-115806330403854243?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/115806330403854243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=115806330403854243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115806330403854243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115806330403854243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-ok-i-get-it-its-my-fault-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-115788175989235758</id><published>2006-09-10T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:52:33.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;still laughing lots.. cos khan gt a neat haircut fm my dad n is looking lyk a nerd.. hahx.. funny bone tickled.. me noe it's nt nice, but hey... we all deserve some laughs rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;k k.. mom's callin again.. gtg peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-115788175989235758?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/115788175989235758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=115788175989235758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115788175989235758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115788175989235758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/09/still-laughing-lots.html' title=''/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-115787819824006726</id><published>2006-09-10T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T16:49:58.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;urgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This sux biggie time.. com's all lagging and stuff.. will come back when everything's aok.. bb peeps! dun miss me... tee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-115787819824006726?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/115787819824006726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=115787819824006726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115787819824006726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115787819824006726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/09/urgh-this-sux-biggie-time.html' title=''/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-115787509078130396</id><published>2006-09-10T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:58:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Haiz.. juz told me mommies e gd n bad things abt blogging.. tee hee hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;tmr prelims, but me no mood to even pick up me bks n notes to study.. NO MOOD!! ARRGH!! anyways, abt me n him, temp exam break.. nt really break lah, juz till after 'o's.. gd tt he finally interested in studying.. wanna enter SP's life sciences but cut off pt so low.. so nw he scrubbing harder to achieve his desired results.. tee hee.. while me slacking over here.. juz dun feel lyk doin anythin.. boy will he be disappointed if he comes here and see.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;anyways.. nw teddies helping me w me taggie.. me changed me skin to tis juz temp only.. saw many other cute ones but me waiting 4 e rite oppurtunity and time.. hahax.. juz typing rubbish to whistle e time away..anyways, haiz.. Haiz.. HAIZ!! everyday oso fight fight lyk nobody's business.. nw me phone mostly off cos me noe msges will keep floodin in fm unwanted ppl, namely a certain Asshole Eighthill.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;me taggie's done! gonna try it out.. blog again soon, peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-115787509078130396?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/115787509078130396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=115787509078130396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115787509078130396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115787509078130396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/09/bloggin.html' title='Bloggin'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-115735874512641190</id><published>2006-09-04T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:32:25.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;OMG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i totally blew it again.. i mean, y e hell do i &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;hafta make kuroi angry? he hasn't spoken to me in lyk so long, n it's kinda worrying.. msging doesn't count.. mmm, hvn heard him 4 so long.. haix..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;haix..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;actually, maybe it's cos of tt day at cross country.. i mean, yeah i was irresponsible i blew my top, but tt's no reason to avoid me rite? haix.. haix.. DEPRESSED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;me n teddie went to kinokuniya at takashimaya y'day, dunno need to buy wat ink lah.. instead of focussing on our 'mission', we went window shopping.. ;P yeah, we did.. den, we steered back on track and made our way to arts friends.. actually, we didn't noe which level it was situatued on, but we managed to find e place after tawapping e place.. heez.. afterwhich, we had snacks fm old chang kee (mine was e usual chicken nuggets &amp; fishie ball) and den steered 4 dinner at the food republic at wisma atria.. yeah, e beef rendang was stupendous, so was e price.. $4 for a plate of rice, lemak gravy and 1 beef rendang.. very sweet.. teddie paid only $4.60 for a plate of rice, lemak veggie, 1 chicken wing and ikan bilis.. urghhh... so e ex man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;+ pt.. we found a seat near the entrance from e outdoor escalator &amp; though it was damn cold, it was so worth it..i mean, ok lah, me noe me nt supposed to do in but every human has eyes rite? it's meant to &lt;strong&gt;SEE..&lt;/strong&gt; tt's wat i did.. i saw tis handsome caucasion with roman-type bronze locks and emerald irises in cat-lyk eyes.. he was abt 18 yrs, estimated abt 185cm. he was wearing a white singlet, thus showing off all those abs, biceps, triceps, wateva ceps which r all so big! he wore 3/4 jeans and simple sandals, his skin pale against e dim light.. wat a dream-come-true.. at least i gt to see &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; muscles.. tee hee hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;haix... 2dae gt nth much happening lah.. me juz blogging &amp;amp; whistling time away.. nw wan watch cartoon liaoz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*to me 'N' level peers, goodie luckies 2 ur exams!! Jia you!! 'O'level peeps, prelims r on e way! Let's go all e way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-115735874512641190?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/115735874512641190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=115735874512641190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115735874512641190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/115735874512641190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/09/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-114957109627602399</id><published>2006-06-06T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:18:16.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hh</title><content type='html'>let's see juz how long tis' gonna take&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-114957109627602399?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/114957109627602399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=114957109627602399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114957109627602399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114957109627602399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/06/hh.html' title='hh'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-114915532114907340</id><published>2006-06-01T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T17:48:41.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgiven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haiz, wat a day.. had chem supposed to finish by 12.. but ms cheong drag til aft 1.. den mr nazri come n ask us when we finish so can go 4 his remedial.. we were allowed to go out eat 1st den go 4 his remedial, but ended up me only go out eat w teddy bear.. chimp gt np n baboon gt dance so me lone ranger lah aft tt.. kuroi looked so cute w tt broom ;P.. anyways.. juz now me read a couple of blogs.. but there was tis one blog tt was so full of sorrow.. it made me think of all e decisions me had made e past few mths.. haix.. if it was tt easy to forgive, there wouldn't be war ard e world.. but thenagain, it's best to forgive, &amp; learn fm tt mistake, NT forget.. okies, tt's it 4 me post here.. gtg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ leaving in fear.. shld tt day come me'll hafta throw everything so precious &amp;amp; dear to me in tis life, &amp;amp; embrace tt dreadful new life..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-114915532114907340?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/114915532114907340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=114915532114907340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114915532114907340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114915532114907340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/06/forgiven.html' title='forgiven'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-114837704368645012</id><published>2006-05-23T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:37:23.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing tis thing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; still new to tis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i appeal to all those who noe hw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;pls teach can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-114837704368645012?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/114837704368645012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=114837704368645012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114837704368645012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114837704368645012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/05/testing-tis-thing.html' title='testing tis thing..'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-114837452491839535</id><published>2006-05-23T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:26:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sianx.. there's juz too much sadness in my life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nt only in mine.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but my frenz as well.. besides tt, all those things tt'd built up fm e beginning of e yr has finally taken its toll on me.. i feel my life to be a vicious cycle.. everything tt i'd done only accumulated more &amp; more negativity.. e worst part's i dun haf any1 2 admit these emotions to.. i dun wan tell any1 cos i dun wanna add to their stress.. all my frenz're stressed due to their bad results.. my results themselves weren't tt gd.. i predict 3 Cs on my report bk.. i didn't do well in both my combined humans &amp;amp; f&amp;n.. my 2 best subjects last yr.. me dunno.. too many things going on in me life.. dunno how 2 handle everything.. i can't study @ home, yet my parents expect gd grades.. i fought w my parents so many times i'd need dunno how many xtra pair of hands to count.. most of e time it's cos they insist i do my hsewk though i haf my hw 2 do.. usually, this results in me sleeping past 1am.. den, i'll get a migraine e nxt morning.. my health'd nv been so gd.. always falling sick cos i'm allergic to so many types of food.. lousy immune system's wat my mom said i had.. to be honest, my family's great &amp;amp; fun.. but, sometimes dey 4get tt i'm only 16, nt 26.. so wat if i always seem composed &amp; rational? me oso gt feelings wan wat.. lyk wat my bestie said.. i'm oso human wat.. i often quarrel w my parents cos dey always ask me to do things. for eg, one thing tt really ticks me off is my youngest brother.. he is bloody 11 yrs old 4 cryin out loud! this being so, i still hafta heat up e gravy 4 him, help him bring down e plate fm e rack 4 him cos he too short, dish up his fd 4 him n serve it in front of him to eat.. do his water 4 him.. think i wat? his maid ha? pls lorx.. i started doing my own things when i was 4 ok.. nt tt i'm bragging or wat.. but being e only boy in e family, my parents'd been pampering him n doing away w those strict rules, regulations &amp;amp; training being instilled in both me &amp; my sis when we were small.. when i told him tt it was unfair tt we had 2 do our own things when we were 4 while he 11 yrs old oso can't do his own things.. den u noe wat my dad said? "u're his sister.. u haf an obligation to do his work 4 him.." ptui! maid more lyk.. sisters dun get scolded all e time cos they refuse to do milo 4 their brother who has e ability to DIY.. my fault meh? if i dun do wat my bro wan, he cry &amp;amp; my parents'll start scolding me.. so many times i lost my appetite cos of him.. so many times i treat him gd out of sincerity but in e end, it's being thrown back at me.. u be e judge.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;when i refused to do e ironing e nite b4 my exams, my mom scolded me.. my dad said die2 i muz finish ironing e entire pile of clothes by tt nite.. erm, e time was 8pm, n i hvn finished revising 4 my geo paper e nxt day.. &amp; e pile of clothes to be ironed was at my waist level.. no kidding.. my eldest sis was sitting in front of e tele shaking her legs.. if u were a normal human being, u'd obviously explode.. tt's wat i did.. i exploded.. i told my dad.. "Fine.. i'll do e ironing.. but if i get bad results this exams it will be entirely UR FAULT!" den i did e ironing.. my dad scolded me abt my poor time management &amp;amp; i told him back it wasn't easy being me.. u try it.. nt only do i haf obligations to e board &amp; band, but also to home, studies, volunteer group, expectations n so much more tt i dun even haf time to myself.. when i do get e time i want, it'll always be interrupted 2 do things e person who requests 4 it can do but is too lazy to do so.. i enjoy doing volunteer work, but it becomes a chore when ppl forces me to do so, n nt cos i'm free to do it.. many times, i fought w my dad cos i prioritise band over volunteer work.. wat can i do? a band needs everybody's heart, effort &amp;amp; soul to sound gd.. n playing music with e band really takes away all my worries.. minus e part when i always get agitated when my juniors can't phrase their music properly or r nt alert 2 e change in key signatures.. really studying e piece of music in detail makes me 4get my probs.. how can i sacrifice tt to 4 sth i dun wanna do? music's my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i challenged my dad so many times.. i told him to try living in my shoes, shoulder my responsibilities 4 1 wk.. see if he can survive.. doubt so.. i tried doing al's mtd of keeping a diary, but i have 5 diaries sitting on my bookshelf, with one thing in common.. only e first few pages r nt blank.. i can't blog much cos i'm nt allowed on e pc unless i haf a valid reason.. my life has been full of lies.. i lie to so many ppl 2 prevent them fm knowing who i really am, e probs i really have, e fact tt i'm nt as strong as they believe me to be.. i lie to my friends, even kuroi.. he used to care so much abt wat's been going on in my life, n i will always shake him off, telling him tt i'm still alive so i'm ok.. it's juz an illusion.. but, i guess he's so used to it he can't be bothered to ask abt me anymore.. though i feel saddened by tt, it's my fault, so i won hold it against him.. kai &amp; e rest're always upset if i dun tell them wat's bothering me.. but i dun wan bother them.. i noe it's nt healthy but, i'd always believed tt my probs r mine alone to keep, n nt 4 others to noe.. but, it juz does more damage to my self-esteem, i realize.. sometimes i dun even realise how emotional i feel.. i usually take it out on others without noeing it.. it hurts them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sometimes, i feel tt Allah really luvs playing tricks on certain ppl.. some ppl hafta go thru so much while others getta enjoy e luxury of life.. take my circle of friends 4 eg.. there's always tis 1 person circling abt our lives, hurting us in 1 way or another.. it'd happened to me, n it's now happening to my friends.. this person'd hurt them so much tt everytime i see her i feel lyk smashing her head thru a table lyk i did 2 someone so long ago.. i dun mind being hurt by childish means, but to hurt my friends 4 selfish reasons, tt i can't take.. i hate nt being able 2 do anything, but it's e best cos inteference can cause complications.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i wrote an essay abt 'Resilience'.. tis caused severe complications cos lots of ppl knew wat i wrote abt.. if i knew tt was gonna happened, i would haf writted e other narrative choice.. but i didnt.. so i wrote abt my life in sec sch.. i wrote abt things nobody knew, nt even kuroi.. then, pam! mutiny.. i wrote it as it'd happened, n some ppl were nt happy abt tt.. they chose to boycott &amp;amp; nt wear their ties.. i've had enough.. until when r they gonna continue to be this childish? so wat if every1 haf e potential to do sth if nobody actually acknowledges e fact tt there's a leader right in front? it's nt my fault ms lee gave me e post.. still nt happy, go fly a kite.. u think i care.. well, Welcome to My Life! maybe i do care, cos 4 every feedback i'd juz let it get to me.. my mom says i can be this foolish sometimes.. perhaps she's right.. (contradicting myself again).. i won't fret abt e fact tt nobody takes e time to notice tt i haf probs n tt all these are very hard to me.. it's me who doesn't wanna tell ppl.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;how i managed to achieve such marks in my academic results, i dunno.. i dun lyk to see ppl disappointed in me.. especially teachers.. n my parents.. though i usually quarrel w them, due to my financial situation, it'd always been a priority since my primary sch days tt i hafta study hard to get bursaries n scholarships to help my family pay e bills.. my mom's e only breadwinner in e family, my dad'd been retrenched since 2002, i haf a cousin living w my family.. lots of things to buy n pay.. tt's y no matter how many times i quarrel w my parents, i'll be furious w myself if i get dissatisfactory results.. it's nt easy.. but hey.. since when was life easy, huh? i hafta make it all e way to university if nt i won't get to stay in this country anymore.. i'll hafta move to another country &amp; live there cos of my family heritage &amp;amp; background.. again, i didn't choose to be this.. i juz wanna be a normal teen, leading a normal life.. i dun need any abnormalities in my life to further complicate things.. moreover, if i move, i'll hafta be into politics, which is sth i hate.. i prefer e arts.. i'd nv told any1 abt this, but i'm glad it's finally out.. u may think it's juz a cry for attention, but i dun care.. u dunno me, so dun be quick to judge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;there it is.. finally, everything's out.. only e major worries, tt is.. i'd lyk 2 apologise to everyone of my frenz 4 worrying u guys.. sorries.. sorries.. sorries.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sth +ve.. tis morning, kai they all pon sch.. so gt no one do office PA.. so me n al do.. we agreed tt i pressed e PLAY button n she pressed e STOP button.. den, when e song played, e sound was too loud.. so i adjusted e volume.. but it was e wrong one.. luckily, Alan came to save our butt.. he told al which button to turn.. in all e excitement, we seem to forget tt e end of e song was nearing.. we only realised it when e song played again, at which i immediately pressed e STOP button.. i turned to al n asked her how come she can 4get, but it's nt her fault.. we were all distracted, even e clerk was laughing when she saw e episode we'd created.. then, i made a prediction to al tt kuroi will come n scold us 4 wat'd happened.. he did.. hahax... funny sia.. e 1st half of e career awareness talk was ok lah.. nt so boring.. den, kai, billy n pei wei turn up one by one.. derek was late oso, but he turned up aft flag raising.. so funny.. we all go prefects rm during recess, den we play STRESS.. i managed to win tis (yeah..), den we complicated e game to suit to more ppl.. while doing this, we were waiting 4 raymond n angella cos they're supposed to go to ctss 4 e students' council invest.. den, raymond come late, den say angella last min can't come.. so muz look 4 another person lorz.. if nt, me &amp;amp; derek wan go liaoz.. but cos i call raymond alr so me tell orange call another girl.. nithiya became e victim.. hahax.. e sec 2s so cute sia.. raymond couldn't fit into kai's long pants AND black shoes.. hahax.. so i tell raymond to go to e office n borrow long pants lorz.. so cute sia they all.. den, aft all e tiring games, we decided nt to go back to e hall.. e boys all sleep so cute, sia.. on e mattress.. if only i had my phone.. den can take pic... hahaz.. cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;guess i shld learn to open up to kuroi.. but i always seem to be bothering him.. it doesn't seem to matter to him whether i call or nt.. whether i talk to him or nt.. shld i juz let it go? suggestions pls!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-114837452491839535?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/114837452491839535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=114837452491839535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114837452491839535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114837452491839535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/05/life.html' title='life..'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-114656460306116892</id><published>2006-05-02T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:10:03.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok, ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's stupid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but hey, it's in everyone of us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;e sec 2s haf their own stuff to settle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but nonetheless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's kinda sad lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;me've nv seen kuroi tt angry b4..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;usually he'd juz smile &amp; 4get it lorx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;bt nt 2dae..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;me understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it sure is really upsetting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ppl stabbing u in e back lyk tt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but, me dun understand 1 thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;y do we always contradict ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;seriously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;one moment we say A..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;den e nxt moment we say B..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp;amp; claim we nvr say A b4..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;life?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyways, tt idiot seems to me rotating ard us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;bouncing fm one person to another..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;nt 4getting tt she brings trouble whereva she goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;stupid lorz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;nose so big..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;me'll juz be ignorant abt tis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;e other day me saw her when me &amp; kuroi walking 2 sch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;she put up tt stupid face &amp;amp; wave us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;kuroi waved back, laughed and looked at me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;she still waving even though kuroi stop waving @her alr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but me nv wave back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;me juz looked in front &amp; continued me conversation w kuroi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i can't help it if i hate someone ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;childish.. childish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;need a lil growing up to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;guess wat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;mid yr's this thurs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ME HVN STUDIED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;lyk tt lorz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;f&amp;amp;n oso hvn completed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;okies okies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;me hafta go now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;gt class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;me learnt sth at class last lesson..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Niko niko shi nakereba narimasen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It means..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"u muz smile!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;pretty long, huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;bt me think it's cute=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-114656460306116892?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/114656460306116892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=114656460306116892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114656460306116892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114656460306116892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/05/bored.html' title='Bored..'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-114243024217201099</id><published>2006-03-15T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:48:59.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat makes a bitch a BLOODY BITCH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wat makes a bitch a BLOODY BITCH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;1) When she hangs ard ur guy, like, all e time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;2) When she hugs/holds him in public lyk nobody's business despite e fact tt she noes he's urs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;3) When she turns ur guy (if he's so damn naive) against u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;4) When she snatches ur guy fm u even noe she noes e both of u haf somewhere 2 go alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;5) When she touches e symbol u 2 share..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;6) When she noes u're der but acts as though she doesn't noe u're der..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;7) When she tries to be funny w ur guy n somehow 'accidentally' touches him all e time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;8) When she turns up @ ur sch w/o a reason in revealing attire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;9) When she juz does sth tt make u wanna vomit ur lungs out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;10) When she TOTALLY disregards U..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;e&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i juz dun lyk e fact tt out of e many fishes in e pond, y muz tis bloody idiot go 4 e fish in my bag? i mean, ya, he's cute &amp; adorable, but he's MINE!!! seriously! n wat's more's e fact tt she's actually 2 YRS OUR SENIOR!! gd grief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i did mention tis to him once, &amp;amp; he literally puked..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;'u think i got such a bad taste one meh,' he said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i believe him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;so , any suggestions to begin Operation Eradicate Bitch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;pls lemme noe, k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;thx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-114243024217201099?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/114243024217201099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=114243024217201099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114243024217201099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114243024217201099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/03/wat-makes-bitch-bloody-bitch.html' title='wat makes a bitch a BLOODY BITCH?'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-114070119138536649</id><published>2006-02-23T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:26:31.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate tis!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok, ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I get it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i noe i've a bloody freaking attitude..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i juz can't help it, k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;everytime i see her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;my stomach churns, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;n i feel lyk puking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;hey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i puked e whole of y'day, k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it totally sux..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;big time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i juz dun lyk her BITCHING w my boi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i dunno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;call me jealous or wateva..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i HATE her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;seriously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i noe i noe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;childish &amp;amp; immature muz be running across ur minds, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but, tt's how i really feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if u see another gurl flirting w ur guy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;won't u feel lyk erupting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i juz hate it lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;haixx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so many things to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so lil time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;wat e heck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;bottom line is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I HATE HER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i won't call her wat i usually do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;cos i noe tt some of my frenz noe tt tis's me blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;n they dun lyk those type of languages..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;n i respect tt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but all i can say (actually, i'm hoping) is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;shit her lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-114070119138536649?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/114070119138536649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=114070119138536649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114070119138536649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114070119138536649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hate-tis.html' title='i hate tis!!!'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-114024608847963558</id><published>2006-02-18T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:01:18.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat a load of crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;phew, was sick again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i haf a tendency 4 tt nowadays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i heard alot abt wat'd happened while i was away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;lots of things, most of em not new to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i was on e phone w kuroi til late last nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;he told me lots..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;n i really thank my lucky stars 4 helping me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;ensuring tt i had fallen sick on thurs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;ms cheong called my mom y'day morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;said i hvn handed in my chem hw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;wat e heck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i was sick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;nvm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;guess i'll gif it to her when i see her on mon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but other than tt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i really wished i was there 2 tune in to those ppl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;talking abt me behind my back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;as usual..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;wat a bunch of whimps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;bleahxx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;ok, ok, fine.. i admit i'd been such an ass k.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but wat e heck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i didn't ask 4 anything, k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;if u're so bloddy unhappy w me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;come say 2 my face lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;coward, sia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i didn't ask 4 tt post, k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i noe lots of ppl expect other ppl 2 get it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but, hey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;it was given to me, so wat can i bloody do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;gif it up so tt every1'll be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;bull shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i dun gif a rat's ass abt wat u're not happy w me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;u not happy tell me lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;gossip some more lorz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;wat goes ard, comes ard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i juz dun get it lorz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but i dun wan think abt it anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;u better be prepared 2 put aside wateva grudge it is u're holding against me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;cos if we hafta get sth done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;n u're in e way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i'll step on u til u go flat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i mean it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but, wat e heck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;every1 has their own uniqueness wat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;still not happy y i got it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;ask e big boss herself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;cos i sure am as hell-shocked as u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i've been veri patient 4 2 long alr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;n haf tis noted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i'll step on ur head b4 u even get e chance 2 step on mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;friends do NOT backstab..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;those r bandits..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;not every1's as straightforward as me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;haix..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;seriously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;wat in blazing hell did i do wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;enuf of tis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;me n kuroi ok liaox..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but i still hate tt bitch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;4 1 reason or another..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;dun ask me y..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i myself dunno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;nvm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i've gotta go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-114024608847963558?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/114024608847963558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=114024608847963558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114024608847963558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114024608847963558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/02/wat-load-of-crap.html' title='Wat a load of crap!'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-114000283656595903</id><published>2006-02-15T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:28:37.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blooooody asssshole!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To think i actually thought i was in e wrong.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;wanna noe wat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i waited 4 him y'day morning @ e norm place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i waited..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp; waited,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp;amp; waited,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;til 7.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;cos i was afraid he'd be late..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;when he failed to show up.. i went to sch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i couldn't be late, u see,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;once i reached sch, i actually saw his bag @ e parade square..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;yep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;imagine tt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i actually took e pains to prepare him breakfast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but i ending up being stood up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ON VALENTINE'S DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;gosh, can u believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;n tt's not e worst part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;he refused to talk to me, pretended i didn't even exist..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;yeah, i was mad too.. cos it's not e 1st time tis thing happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i told him i wouldn' t be getting him anything 4 valentines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but when he asked me wat i wanted 4 valentines, i felt bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so, i used up my mon pkt $ to get him a scented rose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp;amp; i gave it to him.. (actually, i left it in his bag w an angry note which read "u so bad.. U STOOD ME UP!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;he didn't say anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;aft phy remedial i had a meeting w my sec 2s..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so i went 2 e prefect's rm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;had dinner w 'em @ banquet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i reached home at 6..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i still felt bad for treating him lyk tt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so i msged him, wishing him a happi valentines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;tt's when he replied 'SORRY'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4 some reason, i got real angry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so i replied him in a damn sarcastic manner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;he nvr replied aft tt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i waited 4 him till 6.45 tis morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but i had 2 leave as i had a meeting w my sec 2s..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so i left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i didn't talk to him except 4 doing corrections in phys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;during assembly mr koh passed me a slip of paper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's abt my sch fees..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;suddenly, i felt lyk breaking down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i thought abt e finantial probs my family's currently facing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;then came my 'o' level fees..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;y me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i came home fm band at 6..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;did e hsewk, n started typing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i dunno wat else to do to get me away fm tis recurring incident..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;last wk, i saw tis pic on e net on friendster..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it made my blood boil to e level just above my forehead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i hate &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4 some bloody reason or another..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;juz felt tt she shld stop &lt;strong&gt;BITCHING&lt;/strong&gt; w my boi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but, she's his senior..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i can't control him wat, rite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;wat did i do wrong tis time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-114000283656595903?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/114000283656595903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=114000283656595903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114000283656595903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/114000283656595903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/02/blooooody-asssshole.html' title='blooooody asssshole!!!!!'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-113612978475260257</id><published>2006-01-01T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:36:24.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happi New Yr, Peeps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;k, k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;a new yr has come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;e old one has gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;yeah,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2005 has been hell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;now's a new yr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&amp;amp; it's gonna be worst..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;best thing is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;me n per2 r still ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;bad thing is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;O levels..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;gotta stress harder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2 all u peeps out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;struggling hard 4 e Os..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Press on, k! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hahax..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-113612978475260257?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/feeds/113612978475260257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17941536&amp;postID=113612978475260257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/113612978475260257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/113612978475260257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2006/01/happi-new-yr-peeps.html' title='Happi New Yr, Peeps!'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17941536.post-112952341577799322</id><published>2005-10-18T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T12:30:15.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey, this sites specially dedicated 4 me luvies... hehex... fwens 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17941536-112952341577799322?l=hamgies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/112952341577799322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17941536/posts/default/112952341577799322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamgies.blogspot.com/2005/10/starting-up.html' title='Starting up!!'/><author><name>hamgies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805746006482106444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
