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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-424568632561609240</id><published>2010-01-11T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:01:31.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to make livejournal. im sick of blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this feels really old and everyth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want it afresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teach me to make one lj, someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-424568632561609240?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/424568632561609240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my right hand is bigger than my left hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the same bangle cant fit both ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fri = butterfac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes i almost didnt get in. long story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my arms are aching cause i went kayaking today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;michael had a really awesome cool dance performance at school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry we were late ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wish i could dance like them too. that strength/force/gentleness in every move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that flexibility and expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his school is totally like american highschool, lockers next to class rooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duh -.- no wonder its SAS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw this is my awesome weekend, im really enjoying it. i love it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo peace out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-3231065235487445757?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3231065235487445757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=3231065235487445757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/3231065235487445757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/3231065235487445757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-right-hand-is-bigger-than-my-left.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-8679381180799323607</id><published>2009-11-10T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:13:55.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;please dont fall apart, :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures will be up very soon, im lazy to upload them as usual. tehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway october has been a busy month, but ill be even busier in the upcoming months. events, schedules planned far ahead. my next 2 saturdays have already been booked! weekly routines just make me feel so drained and i need a break really. church musical practices frisbee church again, camps, meetups family time, parties, school&amp;amp;projs, winter league maybe. so much things and commitments to account for in so little time, i can feel the fatigueness im about to face and that feeling of just wanting time to stop. 24hours for urban-action-hectic-fast-moving-pace-society and civilisation is definitely not enough. i think im trying to juggle and cope and currently doing a pretty good job, cept for the fact that im always tired! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my lack of sleep and rest and eaten into me that ive gotten so used to sleeping near 3 everyday. this is bad. i feel like im going to grow old very quickly without my beauty sleep ): its been raining for the past few days and sometimes it does make me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, i met amer today after school to chill out at town pretty late nearing 8 but we chilled talked ate, shopped, it was fun. like we've all grown up so much more than just those kids that use to know nothing but play in the school bus and those childish big quarrels we had. its like just a meetup that brought hearts closer again and i like this feeling. i know shes there for me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank God class is at 1 tmw ends at 4 hopefully i wont be late! soooo tooodles [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-8679381180799323607?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8679381180799323607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=8679381180799323607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8679381180799323607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8679381180799323607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-dont-fall-apart-pictures-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-6653317061606892347</id><published>2009-10-06T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:42:02.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh &amp;amp; lastly to my team,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsotYZWmH6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/1q4vcK012Yk/s1600-h/nypu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389169801247989666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsotYZWmH6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/1q4vcK012Yk/s400/nypu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nyp ultimate go through, thick and thin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have fun and do tough trg's tgt @ nyp swim meet (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always encouraging &amp;amp; trusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Ssos8EQrTWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/N2u3iTFpHZQ/s1600-h/nypug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389169314549681506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Ssos8EQrTWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/N2u3iTFpHZQ/s400/nypug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nyp ultimate girls, bonding outings :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope that things will be better thats its not like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. TRY TO SPOT ME! HEH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;edit/.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freaking tired. i laid in bed at 245 but couldnt sleep toss for 40 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decided to text kenneth &amp;amp; he called me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked for almost an hour and a half in think till 5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then woke before 11 and dad sent me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am so drained, thinking of all excuses to skip it but i know i have to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im tempted to lie on my bed which looks so comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is an impt trg cause its games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me to train in game awareness cause i suck at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know that this weekend will be a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the girly stuff to beautify myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nails hair face yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hang on deanna lim. God will help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-6653317061606892347?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6653317061606892347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=6653317061606892347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6653317061606892347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6653317061606892347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-lastly-to-my-team-nyp-ultimate-go.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsotYZWmH6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/1q4vcK012Yk/s72-c/nypu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-6802087837765697928</id><published>2009-10-06T00:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:34:46.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants, &amp; memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just feel like blogging since my new skin look so nice! LOL :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was looking at my posts in 2006, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i really cannot believe the way i typed was like S-H-I-T, srsly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;embarassing but its memories i guess :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i also realised those previous posts are lacking in pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it kind of made me feel like digging out some old pictures from last year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;starting from people i missed, things i did, and used to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didnt manage to get the really OLD ONES cause its at the other computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill prolly do it at the same w time when im looking at those pics (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389160144947055058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsokmU1DCdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XjG9Y4owrsQ/s200/joy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is joy: freaking miss her, used to be closer to her, chillin at her crib aye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and disturbing job. i got her older pics! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not here ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389159838161451330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsokUd9qOUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pNqOQMS8rLo/s200/caris" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is my ahlian CARISSA CHEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;havent seen her at all since O's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until we bumped at vivo the other day :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chill out soon girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389160137864721698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Ssokl6cfNSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VvAJ5rW1s_c/s200/lecture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my tuts NR0920 camwhore in lects hehehe (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awesome people i miss! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389159812623107538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsokS-02BdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F_2-q3lNccY/s200/gill.jpg" /&gt; did this collarge w gill when she stayed over my place,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; this girl is so freaking busy w promos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my bio buddy, gf, camwhore buddy in SJC, i miss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389160263763671650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsoktPdIumI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Cd87Lw4uDhw/s200/job.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss playing pool w cell peeps, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during O's holiday when we had so much time this was our weekly routine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;job and i would fight till the end srsly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is prove, even right before O's the first paper chem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STILL at pool and i rmb on my birthday i had that chem paper ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i havent even finish mugging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsokkjoLkgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PH1H0Kk0150/s1600-h/bake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389160114559881730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsokkjoLkgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PH1H0Kk0150/s200/bake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baking at izzie's 6 hours straight till morning,&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL NEVER BAKE AGAIN AT HER PLACE SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess we had fun, doing icings and stuff (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsokUDLuOBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/my9_w7o55e4/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389159830972676114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsokUDLuOBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/my9_w7o55e4/s200/cupcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the product (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsokTmUHnFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mk3bn6DVW50/s1600-h/doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389159823223266386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsokTmUHnFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mk3bn6DVW50/s200/doll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is freaking old, look at my skin colour,&lt;br /&gt;i went 2 tones down for real ):&lt;br /&gt;maybe this was exactly a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389159814365606610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsokTFUSctI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sS8jnowuhSg/s200/G.jpg" /&gt;early this year w gladys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it, im doneee finally,&lt;br /&gt;anw i cant wait for cousins to come back from hongkong this thurs!&lt;br /&gt;miss them to bitssssss really.&lt;br /&gt;ill upload their pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;and this sat is aunts wedding,&lt;br /&gt;im overjoyed, staying at sentosa's hotel till this sunday!&lt;br /&gt;nails on wed/friday :D&lt;br /&gt;but im still not sure if im going church this sunday :/&lt;br /&gt;but i want to celebrate birthday w them ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just rmb i havent done my journal shit im so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;i hope mike comes on time to help meeeee plsssss. gah.&lt;br /&gt;i pray tmw at trg i wont suck, i wont panic, i wont stress or nervous,&lt;br /&gt;ill be calm, let God handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i just hope i do my best and coach wont screw meeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hate all those freaking pt, run ard school ):&lt;br /&gt;and im sad i cant make it for GHS ):&lt;br /&gt;but i know they will all give their 110%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-6802087837765697928?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6802087837765697928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=6802087837765697928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6802087837765697928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6802087837765697928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-feel-like-blogging-since-my-new.html' title='rants, &amp; memories'/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsokmU1DCdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XjG9Y4owrsQ/s72-c/joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-8863577569910663502</id><published>2009-10-05T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:07:08.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsjWJGVZHcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VDgLe_w-2Tk/s1600-h/DSC03033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388792405956304322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsjWJGVZHcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VDgLe_w-2Tk/s200/DSC03033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay, finally done w new skin (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love this girl! (:  -random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-8863577569910663502?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8863577569910663502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=8863577569910663502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8863577569910663502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8863577569910663502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/10/skins.html' title='SKINS'/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SsjWJGVZHcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VDgLe_w-2Tk/s72-c/DSC03033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-5148631161550111726</id><published>2009-09-17T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:55:45.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many times i just want to get away from this society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a break from everyth else that leads to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its really tiring like i just wish for a day i just dont need to think about all these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need more civilisation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i just &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;to watch a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that could explain how out of life im in right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i ask myself what am i doing this for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im stressed pressured and discouraged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a period of uncertainty, i just need to hang on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i pray that this will just only be a passing phrase, not eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im doubtful but i heard my grandma said this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you dont believe yourself how can others believe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i find it so true but i still find myself yet again, not believing, lacking of confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why am i so unsure, where is my drive, my motivation, my passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need that fire. i feel so sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-5148631161550111726?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5148631161550111726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=5148631161550111726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/5148631161550111726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/5148631161550111726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-many-times-i-just-want-to-get-away.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-7468066893794816621</id><published>2009-08-22T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:52:37.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my havainas slippers spoilt in less than 2 months i think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it freaking broke in school while i was walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, what is the world coming to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;embarassing shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its suppose to last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, i need a new one, i have no time to shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its exams, and im still hesistating if  i should get the same one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-7468066893794816621?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7468066893794816621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=7468066893794816621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/7468066893794816621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/7468066893794816621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-havainas-slippers-spoilt-in-less.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-2194200083265400346</id><published>2009-08-18T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:53:18.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS, SWAY, SHIT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously wanna kill myself now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so super busy now, mugging for exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and today was so-so productive mugging in the lib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg, and studying with mike + kenneth is a no-no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they will just go on talking non stop. GAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have socio exam on wed, psycho exam on thurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh, this explains how stressed i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have 13 more lectures to study for socio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at lib today, jamal brought his usb ipod cable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT IS SERIOUSLY JINXED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am so sway, regretted using it ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my 1.5k songs accumuated over the years all gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gladys and jamals ipod both jam and hanged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh, this is just my luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh welll, am going to chiong now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tooodles! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-2194200083265400346?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2194200083265400346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=2194200083265400346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2194200083265400346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2194200083265400346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/08/stress-sway-shit.html' title='STRESS, SWAY, SHIT.'/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-679831281924012737</id><published>2009-07-20T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:24:56.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i've been wondering;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like if people do actually stay happy tgt forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at some point we just need to knw the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think that relationships are very hard to manage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like everyone of us has a desire to want our relationships to last long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sometimes, we're so uncertain, afraid of what really lies ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if he/she is just the right one or if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like 10 years into a r/s is it even possible in that hell long of a time to still have those feelings that couples use to have for each other when it first started off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do breakups exist then if we have strong desires to stay tgt for long, why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do things change with time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont think that love is a feeling at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if love is a feeling then i think r/s will NEVER last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i see this happening all the time around me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it makes me wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-679831281924012737?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/679831281924012737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=679831281924012737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/679831281924012737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/679831281924012737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-ive-been-wondering-like-if-people-do.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-8882088881274435748</id><published>2009-07-09T19:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:29:26.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;heyheyhey [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i had my last practical test for HS1091 module.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freaking happy, i hate this module.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anw, i passed it! weehoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during th test it was so stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant believe i broke the syringe -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prompted like about 6 or 7 times can! ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-omg. brother just went hysterical. SCREAMED at the top of his voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;high pitched. omg. hahaha. coool (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss all my girlfrs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hangouts, bitching, girl talk, doing retarded things aft school. ahhhhh ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;texting in class under my schoolbag, doodling on friends hands and legssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clique pictures and lunches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slacking and towning in school uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mugging late at night in school and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things and the culture is way so different in poly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im adapting well i can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want it to be a place that i can create many memories that ill carry for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time to move on. -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im afraid of what lies in future, honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i get my ideal future. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to cherish every moment i have now, before its too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;random: i love you mummy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love everyone i love, just to let you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo, D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-8882088881274435748?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8882088881274435748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=8882088881274435748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8882088881274435748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8882088881274435748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/07/heyheyhey-so-i-had-my-last-practical.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-6454182033068190509</id><published>2009-06-30T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:12:56.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hi guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i havent really had the time to really update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im very very very super sorrry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im like stuck at this stupid essay. idk why either,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just want to get it done and over with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and elearning is just  ????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive had frisbee tourney on sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was great experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;learnt alot, really realised alot of things i need to improve and work on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stayed ovr at G's on saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quite hilarious. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love that biatch man. heeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;movie w G and LB at ps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frisbee juniors had one at 2 and seniors at 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more of the bonded ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i really dont knw what to feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just dont want to try anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying is tiring okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im going w whatever that comes along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if i have that unwanted, expected outcome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know ill prolly be upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then ill just let it be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im just hoping things will change for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know one day things will change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing ever stays the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time always makes things change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time heals wounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo, D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-6454182033068190509?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6454182033068190509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=6454182033068190509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6454182033068190509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6454182033068190509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-364278056384799683</id><published>2009-06-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:33:56.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know someday this has to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i knw when it comes; it might hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no or rather it definitely will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-364278056384799683?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/364278056384799683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=364278056384799683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/364278056384799683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/364278056384799683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-someday-this-has-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-2846205030136306680</id><published>2009-05-31T03:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:11:02.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is why we should invest on cameras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SiGNXxWkBLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-QN9A3rsfIg/s1600-h/LOVEEEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341706072562599090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SiGNXxWkBLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-QN9A3rsfIg/s200/LOVEEEE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIS SPELLS LOVE [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pizzaparty @nats on friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peektures up soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my brain is really going crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, why does such a sucky feeling ever exist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss my friends, i miss everyth that wasnt the same before this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have so many things left unsaid, undone, unshared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my friendships taken so long to be built up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dashed away by busyness of life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taken away by the hecticness of this society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whywhywhy? what is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HATE &lt;em&gt;THIS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no it shouldnt be like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;part of me hopes for someth different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe like a miracle to happen which is impossible. gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was watching television today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and part of it, someone said someth that stuck me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i find a part of myself in that line she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im investing on cameras because its always worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need that lomo cam to shoot down my memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love photgraphs because time stops in that instant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in that picture. nothing ever changes in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will always be the same, no matter how you look at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the happy times are always nostalgic and touching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like theres only one of that moment in the whole universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; this is all i have left, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-2846205030136306680?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2846205030136306680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=2846205030136306680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2846205030136306680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2846205030136306680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-spells-love-pizzaparty-nats-on.html' title='this is why we should invest on cameras.'/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SiGNXxWkBLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-QN9A3rsfIg/s72-c/LOVEEEE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-4315806168230105213</id><published>2009-05-28T00:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:21:28.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frisbee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lects'/><title type='text'>FRISBEEEEE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so like yesterday was rlly funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like, i meet dilli on th way out and dragged him back into school for frisbee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES I KNOW IM DAMN AWESOME! :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to business block and they were in th tut room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;playing chopchilli and umum chuckie chuckie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear it was so hilarious, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i forgot who has the video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Dilli keeps screwing up chopchilli lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw, i totally overslept todays 2 hr bio lect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GAHHHH ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crap, i should stop sleeping late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw, i got to school ard 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then slacked till 12 and went for an hour of lab practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES, IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deanna lim can finally master BP taking :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ive yet to be sure of the other skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heng my prac test not on mon or i die ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then frisbee at 430 to 930&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today super awesome and fun luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one booked the fields except us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we had 5 hrs of training on the whole big field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we challenged the seniors, w vertical stack too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;marking on defense is SOSOSO tiring. run like crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esp marking the seniors is like o-m-g.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the good thing is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they're all very very encouraging and fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its kind of funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because, its kind of exciting and a good experience to challenge w them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then, its like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your throws will suck sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you will get nervous and your mind can panic when the opponent store counts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you will be like super slow on the field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and be tired out cause of running and constantly marking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sometimes you can go clueless a lil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or not even being able to touch the disc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(cause the guys are damn sexist, only males throw to males :X) LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT ITS FUN. its like you will go woah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everytime you see the seniors throw the disc so perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you just want to be more like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im not confident, in my mind, i keep thinking i suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats why i cant attack,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont take initiative or like, go forward daringly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im still trying thou :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT WE WON THE SENIORS 5 TIMES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its a super great big achievement kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw, it was a super great day, slacked @ macs w joel&amp;amp; co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then home-d&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, frisbee bbq gathering @ ben's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're gna ton i think :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohoho. i hope i can go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-4315806168230105213?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4315806168230105213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=4315806168230105213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/4315806168230105213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/4315806168230105213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/05/frisbeeeee.html' title='FRISBEEEEE.'/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-8218694105750580031</id><published>2009-05-26T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:16:00.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today i received a text. To you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it that i have to try; can you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want to try. or be a certain way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unknwingly, im losing myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you should knw me well enough to understand that im not ever going to look back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chances are not easy and free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i promised myself, i wont make myself feel that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i promised myself that i will be who i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not afraid to tell you this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, i was rather easily irritable today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im so glad i felt i did well to manage these emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did my best to be happy from my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frisbee was awesome and fun today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-8218694105750580031?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8218694105750580031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=8218694105750580031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8218694105750580031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8218694105750580031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-i-received-text.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-8159314717831439481</id><published>2009-05-26T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:13:47.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEYHEYHEY! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so ive no school today cause its SHS ELEARNING DAY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've fin those stuff that i needed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw, dad, bro and i have decided to go cycling at the park on sunday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cant wait!! its been super long since we last did that [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohoh, &amp;amp; movie too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the side note, ill be going back to school later for FRIZBEEEXXZX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha, i hope today will be fun, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YESTERDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was a great day @ school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had only an hour of lect in the morning then im FREE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slacked at macs w lydia, aisha, ming and uh hanying :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while waiting for jo to fin her ica meeting at lib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then me &amp;amp; jo headed to town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she got her tanks from topshop and i got my blue tee from topman :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weeeee. shit, im spending alot ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;headed back to school for a bit then wenta meet joel @ hub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he damn pig ok, wake up so late and i ahd to wait. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;develop peektures for his friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then back to town AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate @ cine first, cause we were both starving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then walked ard to look for the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. was super tempted to shop luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, im having slight cough now. and stupid running nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urgh ): i refuse to get sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wish me well peeper :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-8159314717831439481?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8159314717831439481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=8159314717831439481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8159314717831439481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8159314717831439481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/05/heyheyhey-so-ive-no-school-today-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-7721940391856731118</id><published>2009-05-24T00:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:37:57.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgg9Yc0qJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1S-tnOzV4og/s1600-h/LOVE3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339053597155174546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgg9Yc0qJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1S-tnOzV4og/s200/LOVE3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME, AHLEE, LYDIA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;POSER BOYS w my bag :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShghNer3rNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WSLPLqtt6pk/s1600-h/LOVE7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339053873706806482" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShghNer3rNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WSLPLqtt6pk/s200/LOVE7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShghNV30l9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5Iomf5oRY4M/s1600-h/LOVE6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339053871341017042" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShghNV30l9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5Iomf5oRY4M/s200/LOVE6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgg9o0cBTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cj1izHzRHKo/s1600-h/LOVE5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339053601549190450" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgg9o0cBTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cj1izHzRHKo/s200/LOVE5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgg9JQ2y-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/U1F0LXgsZ-A/s1600-h/LOVE1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339053593078451170" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgg9JQ2y-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/U1F0LXgsZ-A/s200/LOVE1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgg89lw_yI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NXR4uQtaObA/s1600-h/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339053589944925986" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgg89lw_yI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NXR4uQtaObA/s200/LOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgh5DL48fI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AfeBDHq_YzQ/s1600-h/love12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339054622239158770" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgh5DL48fI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AfeBDHq_YzQ/s200/love12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dilli, jovyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pet's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShghN8u_QtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZYwIoYDPLEE/s1600-h/pet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339053881772950226" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShghN8u_QtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZYwIoYDPLEE/s200/pet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgg9RW3SgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wr_6Lx3elZY/s1600-h/LOVE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339053595251132930" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgg9RW3SgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wr_6Lx3elZY/s200/LOVE2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShghVj_PrHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QUlibNJBAew/s1600-h/LOVE+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339054012569201778" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShghVj_PrHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QUlibNJBAew/s200/LOVE+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShghNmd2SOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Fy2mjdu-wTU/s1600-h/love11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339053875795478754" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShghNmd2SOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Fy2mjdu-wTU/s200/love11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the reason why i carry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love my orange painting :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see the boy carrying the chicken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder how many of us actually ever carried a chicken at that age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if we could all live in simplicity without morden technology and just pure innocence and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what would it be like today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see that expression on his face, filled w simple joy and happiness/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why couldnt we all live, such a carefree life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life shouldnt be complicating at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21139910-7721940391856731118?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7721940391856731118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=7721940391856731118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/7721940391856731118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/7721940391856731118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-ahlee-lydia.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Shgg9Yc0qJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1S-tnOzV4og/s72-c/LOVE3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-64826209317587675</id><published>2009-05-23T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:03:21.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HELLO WORLD [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;currently very, addicted to two songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stuck w each other by shontelle, ft akon &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;insomnia by craig david. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, ill just update on my major highlights that i can remember, alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YESTERDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was in bioscience lect yest and jo was so bored, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and we were abt to fall asleep, so she asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JO: IMAGINE IF YOUR PARENTS GOT MARRIED AND GAVE BIRTH TO YOU, AND THEN YOUR DAD DIVORCES YOUR MOM AND TURNS GAY WHAT WOULD YOU DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ME: WTH? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;omg right. i think i will just dig a huge hole and bury my head in it. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yest i went to mike's place w kenneth, chris and ralene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;guitar hero was just play retarded but fun. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i kept on eating! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;headed to church for cell therafter and also celebrated pet's birthday :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;had cheesecake and candles lighted on top of the apples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cooool right (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pictures all up above, OH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;INCLUDING THE BOYS WHO CARRIED MY BAG. hah. :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i got up @ 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;by the time the house was all empty. weird somehow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;headed to amk to lunch w jh and jason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but ended up not eating :/ hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then went to jasons house to nua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and both of them were playing guitars and i was like so sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;at abt 3 eventhough it looked like it was gna rain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we went to play frisbee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;at the nearby playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then i just nice someth happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jason: better dont throw too hard ah later go longkang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jh: *throws disc super high and away from me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;zoom, &amp;amp; there goes the disc in the canal. bad timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was drizziling. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jh had to climb up the steep steps in the canal to get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so scary luh and he threw the frisbee into my face and it bounced back into the canal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so had to pick it up again. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;waited for chang and headed to bishan park to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a much better choice, but my throws werent that good either. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;practiced a few proper catches and throws too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;damn nua so wasnt that fun but it was alright. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;met yl @ j8 to dinner at pastamania after washing up :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;damn miss that girl alot luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;havent seen her since school started in a month. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then homed :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok. i have to log on to fb nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xoxo guys [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/21139910-64826209317587675?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/64826209317587675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=64826209317587675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/64826209317587675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/64826209317587675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_23.html' title='[:'/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-831231926623385435</id><published>2009-05-21T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:51:00.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BAD AND A GOOD DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAI FRIENDS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was reading my super old posts in 06'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the way i type and what i say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is like o-m-g, quite turn off and like weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, i had a controvesy of bad and good in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;firstly, i thought my test started @ 1o, so i reported @10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but horror of my horrors. jo called @ 10 and went &lt;a href="mailto:!@$#$%$^$%&amp;amp;$&amp;amp;%"&gt;!@$#$%$^$%&amp;amp;$&amp;amp;%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i missed th test, it was at 9! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw, the HOD cher, super nice, so much better than what i expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even fierce &amp;amp; not old. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw, im having the make-up test tmw @ 10 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANKS JO! ILY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;secondly, after i talked to Dr. Anna may,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a 3 hr break which i spent wisely,by sleeping in the lib :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;; i managed to buy my 53 bucks anatomy and physiology tb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kill me man, the tb is so damn heavy and th topics tested for tmw is 120 pgs long in th tb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i had an hour of tutorials which was another team doing presentation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO... we practically had a freee period then school ended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glad i didnt buy sunflower seeds today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously they are super addictively nice [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thirdly, i met jovyn @ macs aft school at 3 plus then off to mugging at lib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my attention span is really short cause i keep talking to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hes damn funny, he went to dl and watch the drama IN CHINESE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL, distracting me all over. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have to pause, read the play. lol. failxzxxxz :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEN HE DEVELOPS THIS&lt;em&gt; RED EAR&lt;/em&gt; SYNDROME. idk why..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i caught it on cam, will upload the pics tmw as im damn tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my eyes are drooping as i type now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WORST OF ALL&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was looking forward to frisbee prac &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went, BUT, it was dull; boring; not the least bit hyped up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could say i wasnt having fun at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we kept stopping to listen for instructions;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not that explanations werent clear or bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was so disorientated and i was like pekceh and emo lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was worst than expected please, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i believe next week will be better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ended ard 8 plus then headed to macs and lib to look for dilli,alex,joel&amp;amp;co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was so upset and emo lor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it felt like i shouldnt have gone for prac at all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it made me feel more stressed :/ sorry guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw, th rest went home abt 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joel&amp;amp; I stayed on @macs to mug/ fin ICA stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i didnt feel like mugging so i started dooding things for him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we both are pretty worried abt our grades and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dw, i think we can all do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE MUST BE CONFIDENT (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;POLY DRIVING US ALL LACK OF SLEEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, we need to manage better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRISbeerOCKERS meeting on tues :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-random :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OHOH BTW, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I GOT JOVYN&amp;amp;JOEL TO POSE W MY PINK STRAP SHOULDER BAG. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;totally in style. but im tired to post it up. tmw kay. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;andandand, joel and i forgot to take peekture w th blue sky D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohwell, tmw yet another long day; i end @ 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus, i have musical voice recording to do in church tmw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kill me plox. my brain gna asplode, soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to sleep now, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo, :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-831231926623385435?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/831231926623385435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=831231926623385435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/831231926623385435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/831231926623385435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-and-good-day.html' title='A BAD AND A GOOD DAY.'/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-9020715679546526308</id><published>2009-05-20T04:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:26:41.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShMVufC37hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ro9x5QWF-vE/s1600-h/DSC03010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337633871715888658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShMVufC37hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ro9x5QWF-vE/s200/DSC03010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ohoh, &amp;amp; this one, was taken today w joel, in school :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the way down from lib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE SKY BLUE DAMN NICE RIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tmw, we go take tgt the same sky @ the same time. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-9020715679546526308?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/9020715679546526308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=9020715679546526308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/9020715679546526308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/9020715679546526308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohoh-this-one-was-taken-today-w-joel-in.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShMVufC37hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ro9x5QWF-vE/s72-c/DSC03010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-4295257468131802775</id><published>2009-05-20T03:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:15:25.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH HEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im back, its like @ 4.12am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just here to upload peektures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then have to sleep, die man. 2hrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShMSgsfcwkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SEtxKonVdSI/s1600-h/m192793068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337630336272351810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShMSgsfcwkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SEtxKonVdSI/s200/m192793068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAI FRIENDS SIGNATURE POSE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShMSgNX6AcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VaB-7-qf5cI/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337630327919215042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShMSgNX6AcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VaB-7-qf5cI/s200/Video+call+snapshot+3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; retarded picture of kenneth i got on webcam&lt;br /&gt;heh. :D, my pro skills.&lt;br /&gt;his face is epic man.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alright i have to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/21139910-4295257468131802775?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4295257468131802775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=4295257468131802775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/4295257468131802775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/4295257468131802775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ShMSgsfcwkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SEtxKonVdSI/s72-c/m192793068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-1937552184464575794</id><published>2009-05-20T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:21:46.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;honestly, i think i can just die of exhaustion soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been sleeping consecutively for 3 or 4 hrs for the past few days D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which explains my current irregular updates of post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is no exception, plus, ive got a major test tmw accouting for 25% for that module&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still feel proud of myself for not sleeping in lects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you believe it? HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bet yl and all will be so shocked, &lt;em&gt;jawdroppingnews [:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anw, today was rather like the usuals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but cause of the stupid test, i had to skip frisbee. so upset ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i got to practice a lil, in case i lose the feeeel. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i managed to pop by the pitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met joel&amp;amp;co, ate at koufu and mugged in lib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feel so extra lor, like they all same class i out of nowhere. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mugged until abt 9 plus, totally brain dead pleaseeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;left school @ 10 plus and homed :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright, i have to get back to mugging time D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo;&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/21139910-1937552184464575794?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1937552184464575794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=1937552184464575794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/1937552184464575794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/1937552184464575794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-255355348111586919</id><published>2009-04-16T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:29:53.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was a pretty tiring day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up at 10 which was raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dreaded it so badly, i wanted so much to sleep in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but decided that i have to get my lazy fat ass bum off the bed for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then headed to nyp. met up fellow friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh&amp;amp; happy birthday siewmay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then headed down to sjc to meet yl to collect our O certs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weee, i miss school alot and looking at it now seems so, different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;less warm, &amp;amp; less of everyth it used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now its all filled w proto type uniforms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then downed to vivo w jinhe &amp;amp; yl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanted to get num flipflops but who knew their designs sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to the bookshop and got books in the end. AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;twic this week alr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jh got 3 while i got 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretty glad i got it actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahah. oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;legs still aching even when i sit down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all cause of cycling at ecp yest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so hoping mummy would let me go for church camp this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-255355348111586919?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/255355348111586919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=255355348111586919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/255355348111586919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/255355348111586919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-pretty-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-3530325225351811081</id><published>2009-04-03T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:23:29.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah because you are crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whatever, you only knw how to blame me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you always think that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont understand at all, you'e right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not hard hearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you just dont get me either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in th end, its all gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-3530325225351811081?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3530325225351811081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=3530325225351811081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/3530325225351811081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/3530325225351811081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-because-you-are-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-3156370569815346638</id><published>2009-03-30T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:48:54.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it that you judge me, why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do not understand why do people look at me in the way i dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do i really give that impression?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suddenly everyth seems superficial between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im pretending not to knw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it doesnt hurt inside, &amp;amp; that its just a lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel as if like everytime someone does that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can look into the mirror and hate it so much, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i would just crash it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ive come to terms w it, it doesnt matter what you or whoever thinks abt me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill forgive you and just let go inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you, are not the one who identifies me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you, have no right to say who im supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thank god, my identity is in JC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-3156370569815346638?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3156370569815346638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=3156370569815346638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/3156370569815346638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/3156370569815346638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-it-that-you-judge-me-why.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-2334023282933218814</id><published>2009-03-18T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:31:38.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;recently, things have happened alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ive been thinking alot too. i just wondered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when things happen, do people just make themselves live in a world of lies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and just out of strong fronts. but nothingness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just so that they can stay positive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but dont you think its a lil insane when you hope for someth thats impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; the greater the disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i guess i've figured out what faith really is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is believing what you do not see, but place your trust in that someth no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;that lies only in one place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've definitely found it, &amp;amp; its always there whether or not i knw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yet im uncertain if i can trust or lay it all down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or place Him first before anyth else. distractions have always been in my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im always sidetracking, not th least bit rooted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then again, being disappointed makes your faith circumstancial isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this whole period have really been such a pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i guesss its always teaching me someth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moulding me into someth that i wasnt before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;changes always hurt dont they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they force us out of our comfort zones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm still in the midst of unerstanding all these,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that explains again, where im lacking in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its time for me to do someth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead of rebelling &amp;amp;fighting back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and asking why things are so unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isnt it better to make the best out of it with my choices?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that things that arent unimportant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do not distract me, and fail myself to prioritise whats important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;losing my focus so easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but without knwing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyth that isin front of me is sub-conciously, talking bout tht one thing thats impt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ive failed to hear and recognise that voice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; its such a sad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought ive learnt from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but after much thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the truth is im not even a bit closeto it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've made the same old mistakes yet, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry.&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/21139910-2334023282933218814?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2334023282933218814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=2334023282933218814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2334023282933218814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2334023282933218814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/recently-things-have-happened-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-936705074059234041</id><published>2009-03-17T19:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:58:12.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;nothing ended the way i wanted it to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yet i question myself again, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i feel sad and disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;well, its my own fault,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i can only blame myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single day i hope it would be better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i hope i will feel better, but no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;its still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;im holding back all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;when will this feeling go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i hope i will never have to enter this phase of my life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;it hurts too much to knw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and feel that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i feel like crying so hard but i knw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;its no use at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;it doesnt help a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;its just getting worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i wish someone would say someth to console me&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;understand me so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;that i didnt have to say a thing cause they knw it hurts to much to say it out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but yet they knw it all thats hidden beneath my cover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and they could just put their hand on my shoulder and say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"hey, dont worry. im there for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and that theres a shoulder always there for me to lean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but no, none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i dont believe anyone will understand this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;or how i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i dont expect them to knw how i feel either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i knw i give people th impression i really dont care&amp;amp; heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but you knw, in my heart thats not true at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;im so afraid but all these seems like its leading to where i fear the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;everyth is really crashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-936705074059234041?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/936705074059234041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; omg my room is so messy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and someone please save me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant find my glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lost it btw thurs to sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crap lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;die die die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i must hide this from mummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh &amp;amp; my nails look so pretty now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did a mani (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313821441638879522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Sb58coS9USI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Mgm0lEvuHdg/s200/Picture+460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-1607114018602842383?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1607114018602842383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=1607114018602842383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/1607114018602842383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/1607114018602842383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-my-room-is-so-messy-and-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Sb58coS9USI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Mgm0lEvuHdg/s72-c/Picture+460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-6483481737748600496</id><published>2009-03-16T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:45:35.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to be the happy person like i have always been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont take that away from me, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been really emo th last few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel like just pouring out badly. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i guess these are the times friends show themselves&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im really glad that i have them. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you all, i mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont think you guys can handle any more of those noncense&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my emo rantings anylonger either. :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont worry. ill return to what i use to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hyper, retarded, wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when things fall apart, who do we blame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its either me or you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so, what went wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this question appeared in my head countlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what can i do to save it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have feelings, i get tired, i feel frustrated as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not only you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but its a matter of how we all act upon these circumstances, isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its a matter of choices and consequences.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but your words have spoken so much, hurt and pain i feel from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but if thats what you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll grant your wish, im tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as much as i dont wanna give it up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;IT SHOULD NOT TAKE THE EXPENSE OF ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my feelings, my chances, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you take them for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you refuse to explain time and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im sick, fed up of all this noncense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-6483481737748600496?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6483481737748600496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=6483481737748600496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6483481737748600496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6483481737748600496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-be-happy-person-like-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-866967913519213679</id><published>2009-03-15T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:12:11.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;prove me wrong, this 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/21139910-866967913519213679?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/866967913519213679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=866967913519213679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/866967913519213679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/866967913519213679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/prove-me-wrong-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-2397926486294495738</id><published>2009-03-14T03:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T03:50:25.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yesterday was friday th thirteen. the day that only comes once in year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i wonder was it some sort of luck? thing that made me feel like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;was late to meet yl, wgt, cjh, emi, gary &amp;amp; cooty for lunch @ gardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;apparently i wasnt very close to half of them. was rather quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;they said i emo-ed but i dont think i was. was there form abt 1245 to 130?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;then left to SP w yl for enrolment stuff w emi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the rest headed to gt house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;was sooo tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;then headed to yl's house thereafter and church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;mass convo and skype helps kill boredom, a lil fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but then again,going to gardens reminded me of alot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sitting on that bus on a particularly drizzling day felt a sense of nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;its like back to when i was in primary school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;how i'd take that very bus or head to macs for breakfast/lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and make yucky drinks w all the sauces there and prank our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;there was our old clique which consisted of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;jane, me, edena, vicky, &amp;amp;vanessa, or sometimes xinyi or even joan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well, we have dispersed and parted our ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i used to stay in gardens when i was younger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;there were so many memories that i took along w myself when i left that warm house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i remembered my dog whom i loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&amp;amp; suddenly i just kept missing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;his face was like deeply etched in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the scene was like repeating playing over and over again in my head so vivdly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;if only i was older,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i would have &lt;em&gt;stopped&lt;/em&gt; that but its all too late i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;that day i cried so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;anw, in memory of him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;KOJI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;1992-2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;you will always be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;imy always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;XOXO&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/21139910-2397926486294495738?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2397926486294495738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=2397926486294495738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2397926486294495738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2397926486294495738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-was-friday-th-thirteen.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-2842391382214041887</id><published>2009-03-12T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:27:41.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today was the most boring day, ever.&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/21139910-2842391382214041887?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2842391382214041887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=2842391382214041887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2842391382214041887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2842391382214041887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-was-most-boring-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-3615035892307343584</id><published>2009-03-10T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:03:44.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i have been trying to put my unhappy emotions behind so that it wouldnt even affect your mood or whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but now im so drained and tired, emotionally, physically mentally, spritually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone needs and wants a part of me, &amp;amp;its tearing me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;im glad i stayed home to rest,get back w God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but yet again i want to be there for all of &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; now it seems as thou all is falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;every relationship seems distant, far, yet not the same like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like the feeling each and every relationship has. the kind of platonic ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where you can just sit and talk about anyth and everyth under th sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where everyth is carefree and light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we can watch the sunrise together at the beach and talk all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chill out at cafes and share about our problems over a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;laugh over the slightest stupid retarded things until tears fill our eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where we'd all talk like no ones listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not even w the feeling of being hesitant to speak our minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp;yet know that, nothing is indifferent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we know where our hearts lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the kind of feeling which you get, which makes you feel that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;our thoughts and emotions are in sync.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where both parties remain on the same page of a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the same line and sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that at any one action, we are able to see th true emotions of one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why does it have to come to a state,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;things change like how they no longer were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that i am no longer able to read your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you block me out for no reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and hurt me all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i refuse to start talking, bacause everytime it resurfaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it hurts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everytime it starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you say saying things that i cant figure out the meanings behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want us to stay like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know how eactly how i feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yet you dont address it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why must you wait for me to question you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am so afraid of your replies and answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because i feel as if i know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;those answers will just disappoint me and hurt me all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am waiting for you to do someth about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am waiting for you to make a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when will you ever know, that here i am waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont think i can hold out any longer.&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/21139910-3615035892307343584?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3615035892307343584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=3615035892307343584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/3615035892307343584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/3615035892307343584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-been-trying-to-put-my-unhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-1961064396206365297</id><published>2009-03-10T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:28:39.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;today was relatively a better day than the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;got up at 730 and grabbed the sandwich mom made for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;it was considered super early in contrast to the other days which i usaully get up at 12 or maybe even 1plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;got to NYP just to submit my enrolment forms cause today was th deadline so i didnt have time to post them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i was supposed to meet xuan at 845 at the atrium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;was so glad i was earlier than him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;can you believe it!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;travelled down to YL's house and woke her up a lil early around 9 while i was on my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;was gaming at her place the whole morning and lunched at noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i think WWC is rather fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;there was this one game we hit up to 400k and kept building cribs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and upgrading them. it was so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;cause th other allie didnt build much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and there we were just taking risks and kept building non stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;with that insane amount of neverending cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;not giving any chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;like flashes of pink and purple flying all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;no leaks at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;sadly a error cropped up and game closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;tsk. in the midst of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;rabbits and sheeps was rather cool too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;just use the mana then all die, so pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;after lunch, i couldnt take it any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;was uber tired after reading a few pages of magazine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;plus that whole mad-rush morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;nua-ed and slept at YL's damn comfortable couch for 2 hours while she read her nora roberts book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i was having this crazy dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i dreamt her house had like 1 metre long row of ferrero rocher stacked up to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;1 arm length high. and she had this fierce maid who sat at the couch watching tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and staring at us everytime we took food. she had like barbeque and pork chop flavour chips. heavenly man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but YL forced me to wake up half way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;continued gaming and ate her homemade mango pudding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;super nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;then headed to her friend's place w her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;guo tai's house w gary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;watched alot of nice and funny vids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;was damn hungry and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and ate like alot of chocolate. damn nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;hehe. felt damn bad lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;the choc looked ex. :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;bought food and headed home in th end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i feel like holidays are passing faster than expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;every moment just seems a lifetime away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;the memories in school seems like nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;yet those are precious memories that feels irreplaceble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&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/21139910-1961064396206365297?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1961064396206365297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=1961064396206365297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/1961064396206365297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/1961064396206365297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-was-relatively-better-day-than.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-7717518346859342943</id><published>2009-03-09T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:44:42.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have prolly spent the last 2 and a half hours, doing for my dongdong brother his common test homework, its been ages since i did geog stuff. but it really &lt;em&gt;wasnt &lt;/em&gt;fufilling and it is so tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was on this stupid case study wordy 8 or 9 page article on oil spills and i had to help him summarise it and highlight the important points based on his powerpoint notes of what he learned. i think i can even memorise it. plus, he needed to do up a mind up on it. He has such horrendous organisation skills on how to draw out a neat mind map with a ruler and neat boxes. He keeps complaining and asking me to cut it shorter. all so last minute, he pratically didnt even read the article lah. sheesh. draining man. oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-7717518346859342943?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7717518346859342943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=7717518346859342943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/7717518346859342943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/7717518346859342943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-prolly-spent-last-2-and-half.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-3612431126179205630</id><published>2009-03-09T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:34:45.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;recently, i have been observing a number of things out of the blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those things which dont mean a thing, just randomly catch my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darren doesnt like spinach and mangoes, just the opposite for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so, we do differ, quite a bit&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/21139910-3612431126179205630?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3612431126179205630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=3612431126179205630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/3612431126179205630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/3612431126179205630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/recently-i-have-been-observing-number.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-1825744194480630442</id><published>2009-03-07T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:18:33.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SbIOsI26oBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3K8WIAtcmTQ/s1600-h/Picture+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310323062078087186" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SbIOsI26oBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3K8WIAtcmTQ/s200/Picture+296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i probably just love &lt;em&gt;selective listening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and maybe for once, i should address th issue and stop being passive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stop running away, and hurting her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, i just suddenly realised th root of our problem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and why most of th time, i end up quarreling or maybe arguing with my mother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont feel like stressed out or tensed or agitated a least bit in our quarrels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;idk why, i feel calm and talk back like with no emotion no feelings?,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the other hand my mother she gets like angry and upset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the shouting, i just go insane. i dont understandwhy either,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, when we started off well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ended up quarreling, for once, i knew why we always end up quarreling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i always keep brushing her off whenever she tries to tell me something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even she keeps trying t repeat and tell me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will just say i know, stop repeating. and prolly try to change subject&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like shutting her mouth up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then again, whats wrong even if i knew, and for her to say even if i knew it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this just creates a gap in our relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats the reason why i feel like i can never get close to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i think i know whats shes going through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet i dont seem to care, pretend not to know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think it hurts her alot, made her so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she cried bad today, and im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but what does it mean and what use has it got now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she gotten sick or my endless apologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it meaningless, isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i just realise how selfish i was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just listened selectively to what she said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i listen selectively to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes upset because, i can spend hours listening to my friends,&lt;br /&gt;yet to her i cant, not even a advice that took not more than a few sentences?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that must have hurt her real bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after all shes been through, did for me and my bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laundry, breakfast lunch dinner, dishes, work for money, school. groceries. packing and cleaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her weekends burnt, her life gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while we go out to party, pretend not to see her pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ignore her feelings, talk back disobediently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we cant even thank her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i really owe her a big sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what i cant stand most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is that i actually think i know everything,.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well thats cause its always the same old reply when she says someth i dont wanna hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see how lazy i am, i know her pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet i dont even try to help her abit, just by listening, being obedient,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or simple light chores or just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting good grades, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i prolly failed every single area of my life as a child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats why im useless, i just waste her money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for education and for my playing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're both living very good lifes, me and brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i think mom's suffering very badly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im very glad we all have god i our lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats why mom is so strong in god cause shes always broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that why she can last up to so long, all the years since we left dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes definitely much stronger than what i expected,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, shes aging, getting sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really want to turn my good intentions to actions before its too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really work hard, really start giving her a good life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isnt that my job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you always mom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im sorry&amp;amp; i cant ever thank you enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please stay by our side, dont go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just hand on a little longer.&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/21139910-1825744194480630442?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1825744194480630442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=1825744194480630442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/1825744194480630442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/1825744194480630442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-probably-just-love-selective.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SbIOsI26oBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3K8WIAtcmTQ/s72-c/Picture+296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-8862191225769615918</id><published>2009-03-07T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T02:22:00.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;iwas watching taboo last night on television. and it was sick&amp;amp; discusting to the max. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder how people actually manage to overcome their fear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have jobs that do autopsy. Its nothing like what people watch in CSI, and definitely much more worst off. so! if you do decide on take forensic science, please please check out what you're gonna learn before entering. hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this guy who was performing autopsy for this woman who died in surgery was plain sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the woman had plain white skin which large red and pinkish patches all over her body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when they took out her lumpy heart, it was so gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she smoked so there were like black small little veins all over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and had like yellowish lumps of fats all over at the top of her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the guy weighted it and it was like 500g when a healthy heart is supposed to be 350g.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was so sick. and when they cut up her stomach, there were like fats which looked like flour on the chicken wing which was not completely fried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when they cut the intestines, this redish liquidy thing started flowing out all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in phillipines, people rent graves for like 5 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and once time is up, there are like these people who dig up graves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and pick up the bones so that new bodies can be buried in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg okay. and the people in the community and the children,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they live with these corpse, and see bones everywhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its like someth thats natural for them to see all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-8862191225769615918?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8862191225769615918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=8862191225769615918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8862191225769615918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8862191225769615918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/iwas-watching-taboo-last-night-on.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-9041407242756657183</id><published>2009-03-07T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T02:04:43.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think my current favourite song is beautiful saviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-9041407242756657183?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/9041407242756657183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=9041407242756657183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/9041407242756657183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/9041407242756657183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-my-current-favourite-song-is.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-7222403241039286270</id><published>2009-03-07T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:57:26.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SbFhymm4dqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mvM9ehooj9U/s1600-h/m12422661.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310132957631510178" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SbFhymm4dqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mvM9ehooj9U/s200/m12422661.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;jesus, beautiful saviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;how wonderful, how beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i will sing forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jesus i love you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;jesus i love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-7222403241039286270?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7222403241039286270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=7222403241039286270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/7222403241039286270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/7222403241039286270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/jesus-beautiful-saviour.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SbFhymm4dqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mvM9ehooj9U/s72-c/m12422661.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-4222431554928012013</id><published>2009-03-05T17:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:00:24.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Sa-nXVjH9iI/AAAAAAAAADk/P9EQtcL75ww/s1600-h/n659433194_1429673_132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309646505056400930" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Sa-nXVjH9iI/AAAAAAAAADk/P9EQtcL75ww/s200/n659433194_1429673_132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Sa-jefvaigI/AAAAAAAAACc/_5EET6A4kjU/s1600-h/Picture+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309642230004877826" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Sa-jefvaigI/AAAAAAAAACc/_5EET6A4kjU/s200/Picture+274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Sa-lXU9PsBI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIn9ZJWBC88/s1600-h/Picture+326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309644305874268178" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Sa-lXU9PsBI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIn9ZJWBC88/s200/Picture+326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Sa-jeo2RynI/AAAAAAAAACk/A4kkl9BUH6U/s1600-h/Picture+439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309642232449583730" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Sa-jeo2RynI/AAAAAAAAACk/A4kkl9BUH6U/s200/Picture+439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i sleep better on my bed in the afternoon than at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow or rather, the bed, just seems so much more comfortable, and i could fall asleep the instant i close my eyes. i like the feeling, neither do i know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just makes me feel cuddled. and the air just feels colder even with the sunlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i seriously dislike the whole enrolment procees into poly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its so troublesome and annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speaking of which, reminds me about th medical test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was kinda scary, the blood test thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i guess its over. so glad i pulled through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im just left w the mailing and online enrolment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that aside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was supposed to go swimming w Vern and Yilin today, but then again the lazy me just took over. I spent the morning and afternoon facebooking yet again, and watching BFF on mysoju. Until Yilin had to msn me to remind me it was time to leave house. we got so lazy and since the sky was turning dark, i just texted vern to postpone the swim to saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besides i take forever to prepare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yilin keeps calling me ABCD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think its short for authentic bimbo china doll if im not wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siao right. nvm. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she says i always bimbo talk to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahah. anw, ive been staying home the pass few days, so that i could just save up some cash instead of just hanging out and wasting money on transport fees and &lt;em&gt;sinful&lt;/em&gt; food of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i keep on eating non-stop. agh. i wish i could just turn aneroxic, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all my guilty pleasures. ahhhhhh. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gotta get a haircut and my icecreamphone, and mac stuff soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and manicure. woohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been raining for the past few days, and its such a nice weather to sleep in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretty glad, as it has forced me to stay home :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eventhough im staying home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think my own lazyness is killing me! i keep procrastinating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my room is so messy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ive yet to prepare 2 chapters of the book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and memorise psalms 1 for mentoring on sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhh. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deanna lim so dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please let me finish on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;XOXO,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21139910-4222431554928012013?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4222431554928012013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=4222431554928012013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/4222431554928012013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/4222431554928012013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-i-sleep-better-on-my-bed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/Sa-nXVjH9iI/AAAAAAAAADk/P9EQtcL75ww/s72-c/n659433194_1429673_132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-2241042125401285777</id><published>2009-03-01T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:09:09.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308249905952763698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SaqxKkdQrzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fxZ6a5zdM88/s200/Picture+378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308249894063370850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SaqxJ4Km8mI/AAAAAAAAABs/yUY9KlNWHh8/s200/Picture+452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308249887291202178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SaqxJe7_2oI/AAAAAAAAABk/g8A6-aYdUqc/s200/Picture+302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308249902625257586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SaqxKYD6-HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3IOZxTtwdA4/s200/n659433194_1429670_8860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today started out great but sadly my lil brother of mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pissed me off real bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was practically shouting at him when we were walking over to kk for lunch w th rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he just take me for granted and rips off my money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the amount he spends one day can almost be equivalent to 1/2 my allowance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imgaine everyweek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he everytime expect me to help him take money from mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and gives an excuse he got no wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean its okay for me to treat him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not everyweek right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if im rich fine lah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im not, im like b-r-o-k-e man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after lunch, we headed back to church,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apparently me and bro were alright already,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was so annoying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he had to touch my hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and push me&lt;br /&gt;and sadly, cotton on flats has like poor friction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he pushed so hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that my flats slid along the floor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he just had to let go&lt;br /&gt;and i fell on my elbow&lt;br /&gt;omg, hurts like siao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine my full weight on my elbow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theres like a big bruise there man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i think it pulled a nerve or a muscle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i cant bend my left hand all the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or it'll hurt like mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i cant rest on my elbow either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siannnnnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i also skipped dance today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im pretty glad i had taken time of to go taka,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to get my purple moleskin book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thou ive yet to start designing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohoh, btw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tuesday im going for my medical test,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soooo. good luck to me people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i sent Sheng off at the airport tooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he gives me great encouragement for the course im entering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unlike th TUTs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they just suan me to the max luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol. and ate dinner at popeyes too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s.\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my fav is the mash potato man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye anw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-2241042125401285777?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2241042125401285777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=2241042125401285777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2241042125401285777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2241042125401285777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-everyone-today-started-out-great.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SaqxKkdQrzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fxZ6a5zdM88/s72-c/Picture+378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-8858725219179716310</id><published>2009-02-24T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:23:58.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been sick and tired of staying home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im wondering why, eveytime we have school we want holidays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when we have them its sososo bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats th irony, isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, anw, hellohellohello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so bored so i am here for the 3rd time today to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i wonder how i get so much crap to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speaking of which, making a choice to get out today was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why? because my kachings is like damn little okayyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need cash yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me write you a list of things i need/want w my current allowance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of 50 bucks this week i got last sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;contacts - 19/38(2 months)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slippers-26/39&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moleskin book-15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todays movie -6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;food -alot. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;art materials -?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ice cream phone -320!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;polaroid -90&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blah blah blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you see the friggin expenses is like omg @@@@@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how am i goimg to survive at this rate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im going out w yilin tmr,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes getting her ipod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im getting art stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my kaching so little, im so d-e-a-d.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its only tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i must stay home th rest of th week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, you knw i hate the way my mom calls me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"girl ah, girl!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so irritaing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stop nagggingggggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im still worried bout medic test. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have got to go swimming soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and dinner w yl &amp;amp; vern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im hoping th boss can faster call me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;idk why, my thoughts is like so distracted now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i keep on taking bout diff stuff randomly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh&amp;amp; today was rlly weird,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i suddenly missed guanghao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its been soooo long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the feelings still th same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but somehow it changed all alot on th way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was your choice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i couldnt do a thing, and watched it slowly all fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drifting day by day but nothing could be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somehow, i couldnt help but had a tear i my eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i guess its all long gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but a memory i wont forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you made me once felt that that was the best friendship i could ever have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we would be the best of friends for forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but your choice proved me wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and for once i felt pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it hurt so bad i couldnt sleep at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i look back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and wish it would be back like then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time would just stop there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but sadly it waited for no man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it would be like a miracle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or the sky turning green for us to be close once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this kinda friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will i ever find one like this again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was a rare friendship like nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you've changed ive felt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so distant already,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;th way we talk can never be th same, can it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;th way we've treated each other has changed, hasnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;questions that you no longer think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even we knw in our hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were once that special friend to each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but no longer the same, no longer everyth we used t be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in our hearts, we'll never forget we were once that close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let this be buried deep in our hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i once read this but i doubt it'll ever work for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love like you've never been hurt before&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it possible? i wonder.&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/21139910-8858725219179716310?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8858725219179716310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=8858725219179716310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8858725219179716310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8858725219179716310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-sick-and-tired-of-staying-home.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-5918202293392430364</id><published>2009-02-24T11:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:37:09.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;another thing is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;th only thing i love gong to dads place is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;th food my ahma cooks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn delicious homecook food.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lovelovelove it t th max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esp the fish and soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoho. my fav.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chicken wings not too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mom cook one nicer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; of course my dearest cousin russell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn naughty but soso cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyday ask me to play tickle w him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; likewise we both obviously have problems getting up for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then at night when he do homework damn hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his dad was teachingchim spelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was drinking water and he spiled it on the book and paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he look innocently at his dad &amp;amp;said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;r: papa i spill th water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d: *stares at him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;r: no, because th dragonfly on top i scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d: you dont talk nonscence okay, do your homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SWEAR. it was so hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was laughing a him like mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's a spoilt brat so i like to disturb him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he can tell th difference from nutella and choco spread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn fussy, w food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said nutella taste better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder why, his age gap compared to me and my bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is so much different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and bro used to eat his herbal powder thing every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we love it eventhough its bitter, its damn tasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my bro will always complain i drink milo so slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then my ahma will drive us to school at junior playworld childcare centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at hougang there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesyes that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my grandma said our kindergarden school fees were extrememly expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its was about 300 bucks a month she said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i doubt so but seems like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had so much excursions and delicous food,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sleeping and playing and lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;computer lessons, speech and drama, performances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder why, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dads side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all my cousins are boys, no girls. none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why? idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my moms side, only my brother and this one boy cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rest, youngyoung girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two of them are sisters w 2 year age gap, born on the &lt;em&gt;same day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how cool man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i swear, they are damn pretty okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can be baby models. their hair is like insanely gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no doubt, their mom is like a supermodel use to be in malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but no longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was from my uncles second marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;secondly, uncle nick is home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;migrated to aussie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and came home to vsit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoho. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats all the undates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bored yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-5918202293392430364?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5918202293392430364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=5918202293392430364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/5918202293392430364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/5918202293392430364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-thing-is-th-only-thing-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-4541036148974765103</id><published>2009-02-24T10:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:15:09.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okokok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back from daddy's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he just drove me back early in th morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sianns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive received my enrolment letter from nyp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God, let me pass my medical examination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not be found of profound deafness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn scared. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole package thing is so thick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;th fees and everyth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gahhhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i dont get in screw this okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then go nafa? or appeal directly to poly school again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;): ): ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so sick of this whole process,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it feels like being pushed around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sooooo...anw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was staying at my dad's the last few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; th freaking people living above me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;super inconsiderate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;resulting in lots of mosquitoes &amp;amp; imean it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is why i hate to go there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like th previous bites havent recover from it yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ive got new ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my leg is so fugly now okokok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive got a total of... ard 15 bites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all over my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IM TRYING MY BEST NOT TO SCRATCH.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;itching like mad okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i dont want ugly marks so must tahan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and speaking of which.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dad was pestering me t stay over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i had no choice but to &lt;strong&gt;soak my contacts in water&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i super hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the contacts become &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sticky &lt;/span&gt;afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like i put it in my right eye and it gets stuck on my eyelids inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; th worst thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the left eye contacts no matter how hard i try to clean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just burns in my eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have this chilly feeling thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ewww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried popping it into my eye at first cannot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried the second time idk how th hell it went it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it hurt like so badly i couldnt open the damn eye to take the contacts out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i had to choice but to force it open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you imagine how pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was so pain i was tearing like siao man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then when i finally took it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my eye was SO RED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can just die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i need to waste money buy new ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so now, im only wearing th contacts in my right eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;otherwise im blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should be going out later to get the new ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and meet isabel for a movieeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deanna lim, do not be late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been trying damn hard to break this bad habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its working people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for now, ill go watch my videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh. dont miss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ to you, im just another romance&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/21139910-4541036148974765103?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4541036148974765103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=4541036148974765103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/4541036148974765103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/4541036148974765103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/02/okokok.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-6865782398806415694</id><published>2009-02-18T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:05:52.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deanna lim is sick ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sick &amp;amp; headache and muscle aches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh. i think im so strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shared drinks w bro &amp;amp; got sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw, i think im such a good girl now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stay at home kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just rest and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rot and rot again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;idk why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my life has suddenly gone mundane&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; worst say, boring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i swim occasionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spent valentines day at home rotting away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i went t j8 during evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanted t get my pants but sold out i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then met jonathan and talk talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since he stayed near there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont worry, it'll be fine :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sure it'll all work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met gill on mon and she said ive gone thinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then pooled w job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh. i just need to have abit more&lt;em&gt; skill&lt;/em&gt; lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to win and beat and own him.&lt;br /&gt;twice we were both aiming for black ball,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once i won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rest i lost him by 2 or 3 balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siannnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met isabel on tues and i was sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everywhere ive went,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was just plain &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hands were freezing like siao,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn long since ive felt cold &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant wait for school t start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna make newww friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my bangs have grown long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i need to meet th hairdresser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have yet to buy my moleskin purple book&lt;br /&gt;so that i can decorate and design my planner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the way i want and like it to look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every month is gonna be a different colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive got the smaller A6 size for my journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sososo cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;procrastination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesyes. laziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my stupid camera's connector is w my grandad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you knw. pics cant be uploaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but theres still some around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohoh &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive signed up for french classes on saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hiphop dance classes on sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats why im aching badly. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see how long i havent danced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my stamina and flexibility all gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;): ): ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. here are some pictures ive grabbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye loved ones :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304168708344510690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SZwxVmmd-OI/AAAAAAAAABc/99Zf3IFxdZk/s200/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-6865782398806415694?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6865782398806415694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=6865782398806415694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6865782398806415694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6865782398806415694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SZwxVmmd-OI/AAAAAAAAABc/99Zf3IFxdZk/s72-c/DSC00269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-5921087188838677506</id><published>2009-01-20T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:31:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ily,&lt;br /&gt;just feel it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-5921087188838677506?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5921087188838677506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=5921087188838677506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/5921087188838677506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/5921087188838677506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/01/ily-just-feel-it.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-5640411613565834615</id><published>2009-01-20T02:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:28:39.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293072531835310594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SXTFbH5r0gI/AAAAAAAAABU/5H1G31h0P0U/s200/sweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;nice effect right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;credits t me yo. heh (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SXTFPIVVwwI/AAAAAAAAABM/sIwUyGoZZqY/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293072325792875266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SXTFPIVVwwI/AAAAAAAAABM/sIwUyGoZZqY/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; geek-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SXTE0Cs_HVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Va30wwKFpy4/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293071860424973650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SXTE0Cs_HVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Va30wwKFpy4/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gills shop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SXTEukXJikI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Kuo5m2gvkhk/s1600-h/loveee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293071766380972610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SXTEukXJikI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Kuo5m2gvkhk/s200/loveee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; swim w gladys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SXTEGt9_VII/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZVjffLmCzHY/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293071081765033090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SXTEGt9_VII/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZVjffLmCzHY/s200/hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i had a choice, the first i would make,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is never t give up what i have decided on and t be responsible for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;until the end&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could never understand what it prolly feels like in YOUR shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i had a choice t make,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want t make th right one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wont make the same mistake you guys did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you dont understand how i feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now since i stand in a child's POV,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and feel it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will knw so much more how'd it hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want a happy family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes im sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it doent hurt or bite anymore, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alrrighty. pics up at the top. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these are the ones taken w gladys at swimming at her house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was terrible lah. the wather was so cold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had a hard time getting in.&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we wanted t do sauna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was so hilarious and we were annoyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause the stupid sauna thing wont work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although it did at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw, enjoyed th heart-to-heart talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gossips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw. today went t do a lil labour work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;earn bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just a temp job wrapping &lt;em&gt;hampers&lt;/em&gt; w chee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nat&amp;amp;chee was totally scary today luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rahhh. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glad you all alright already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then met Flannery at starbucks cathay t chill out yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the internet connection on his lappy was &lt;em&gt;TERRIBLE lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahha. thanks for th treat anw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol. then walked back t train home at 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he steals my bag lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bag stealer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;D (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-5640411613565834615?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5640411613565834615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=5640411613565834615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/5640411613565834615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/5640411613565834615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-effect-right.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SXTFbH5r0gI/AAAAAAAAABU/5H1G31h0P0U/s72-c/sweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-6901937764378329862</id><published>2009-01-08T23:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:09:49.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hellohello dear friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yest i got a hair cut, and yes, its BANGS. hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quite worried how it would look but turned out alright i guess.&lt;br /&gt;\th hairdressser was a&lt;em&gt; china&lt;/em&gt;boy. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alrighty. pics shall do th talking yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288951966387610290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SWYhypajIrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mBACBj1yAEg/s200/DSC03027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gill was complaining how bad it looked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;was super sad luh. but after i tied it up, guess it looked alright.(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;heh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288952458533851378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SWYiPSzW0PI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Kc9KUqKOUG0/s200/DSC03029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288952731043567906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SWYifJ-vGSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uiv6ahGYzDk/s200/DSC03037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288952883411645026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SWYioBmHcmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Hn8qj_uG3Ss/s200/DSC03049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay. today was fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;actually i promised mummy yest that i wouldnt go out today but in th end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sigh. sorry mummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;had a little conflict w her&amp;amp; all. left th house mad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;met up w yanping&amp;amp; belinda at NYP ard 12 plus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and it was SO retarded okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we freaking got lost trying t find each other while meeting up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then called xuan out t meet me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and walk ard and all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then i saw shalyn. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lunched at koufu there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; its freaking cheap luh. chicken rice for 2.50 ONLY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and i found a course i like, visual comm (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then aft that headed t TP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;saw yilin &amp;amp; this new friend john.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;headed there tgt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;met this guy darryl then walked abt th area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then this girl offered us red bull t me&amp;amp; yilin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and at first we damn tired but aft drinking it we got damn high luh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;got crazyyyy taking pics. and th wind keep blowing luh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ruined our hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;saw gladys&amp;amp;seraphfine too/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then headed t tamp mall for dinner at pizza hut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thanks for th "treat" people(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;heh. then went w darryl t get his prezzie for his dad at amk hub.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then headed home(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;alright. thats all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;loveee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh btw, should be going SP tmr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-6901937764378329862?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6901937764378329862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=6901937764378329862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6901937764378329862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6901937764378329862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/01/hellohello-dear-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/SWYhypajIrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mBACBj1yAEg/s72-c/DSC03027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-2304299778935621028</id><published>2009-01-06T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:18:30.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when someone betrays your trust how would one actually feel? Did he even think that it would hurt me so much that would cause me t cry or feel pain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your nonsensical behaviour and stupid excuses arent going t work any longer, i'm tired of listening t you, just this once, i'll make my heart stronger. i'll turn away from you and shut my ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am sick of running here and there, and going on in an aimless direction where im loss and have no sense of security. life will definitely go on better without you. i believe. i have friends that treat me and love me much more better than you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're just a loser that thainks you're mature, that you knw every little thing, that you're so smart. but do you actually realise that you words are so contradicting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you say someth but you dont actually mean it? and your actions are just doubtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am happy that i made this choice t move on, get my damn life back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have been trying t do everyth t get just one look from you but you dont care. i like it when we sit in th car together, and listen t th same song on th ipod, where you lie on my shoulder and i watch you sleep. i wish time would just stop there, or go a little slower, just t have you by my side a little longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do i have t question you, or be doubtful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why cant you just be honest, or take th initiative t address th problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;\rather than carry on w superficiality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it &amp;amp; im tired, drained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello world(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was suppose t meet gill at 1230 today &amp;amp; as usual she was LATE, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we met at like 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahah. anw i got my contacts today and wanted t get a hair cut at twister w rika but apparently there were no slots, so i guess it'll be tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we made appointments at 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then trained t town w gill&amp;amp;chris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lunched at far east w sharon, chee&amp;amp;nat, chris, gill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then shopped for ard 2 plus hours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danny came and by then we were like all sian t the max alr luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walked t taka and ate yoshi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slacked then trained home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-2304299778935621028?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2304299778935621028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=2304299778935621028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2304299778935621028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/2304299778935621028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-someone-betrays-your-trust-how.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-8953584484545737602</id><published>2008-12-09T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:39.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ST4vmZw3TvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HUv8xufVeXA/s1600-h/DSC02868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ST4vmZw3TvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HUv8xufVeXA/s200/DSC02868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277708150122172146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-8953584484545737602?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8953584484545737602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=8953584484545737602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8953584484545737602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8953584484545737602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LAJ2V0l_1c/ST4vmZw3TvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HUv8xufVeXA/s72-c/DSC02868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-8016832306829550688</id><published>2008-12-08T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:28:43.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why does everyth you say contradicts your actions.&lt;br /&gt;i knw they are just empty words spilling of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;your lines repeats in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;what do they mean?&lt;br /&gt;words with empty meaning is not what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellohello(:&lt;br /&gt;time to revive this blog.&lt;br /&gt;i need a place of ranting anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-8016832306829550688?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8016832306829550688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=8016832306829550688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8016832306829550688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/8016832306829550688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-does-everyth-you-say-contradicts.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-191982488016933533</id><published>2008-11-18T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:17:43.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 115, 130);"&gt;Here's a story of a girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(205, 115, 145);"&gt;Living in the lonely world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 115, 130);"&gt;A hidden note, A secret crush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(205, 115, 145);"&gt;A little boy who talks too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 115, 130);"&gt;Well, I'm standing in the crowd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(205, 115, 145);"&gt;And when you smile I check you out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 115, 130);"&gt;But you don't even know my name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(205, 115, 145);"&gt;You're too busy playing games,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 115, 130);"&gt;And I want you too know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(205, 115, 145);"&gt;If you lose your way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 115, 130);"&gt;I won't let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(205, 115, 145);"&gt;If I cut my hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 115, 130);"&gt;If I change my clothes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(205, 115, 145);"&gt;Will you notice me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 115, 130);"&gt;If I bite my lip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(205, 115, 145);"&gt;If I say hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 115, 130);"&gt;Will you notice me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="h1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 115, 130);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 115, 130);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-191982488016933533?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/191982488016933533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=191982488016933533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/191982488016933533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/191982488016933533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2008/11/heres-story-of-girl-living-in-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-8826438733931337760</id><published>2008-03-03T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:10:32.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh,im so effin pissed of by this stupid blog right now.&lt;br /&gt;i did the editing and in a flash everythings goneeee.&lt;br /&gt;omg. this kills my mood.&lt;br /&gt;the next post you see, everything restarts.&lt;br /&gt;its new. and all newwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-8826438733931337760?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-114351167543268419</id><published>2008-02-27T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:58:12.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgomg. you know today im duper random okay.&lt;br /&gt;VERY haha. so i randomly picked out people t talk to la&lt;br /&gt;online of course,so it turned out to b good cause yeah its just good!&lt;br /&gt;haha, ok, im making no sense here but i dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to share this story with you all,&lt;br /&gt;cause i like it alot!&lt;br /&gt;haha. t my dearest friends out there, you dont know how worried&lt;br /&gt;ive been for you all, i hope i can pick you all up (:&lt;br /&gt;then we'll be saved tgt.&lt;br /&gt;so i was talking to JK. he told me this story la:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|-=[ J.K ]=-| rise up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok..lemme put it like that..&lt;br /&gt;|-=[ J.K ]=-| rise up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;its like..runnin up a rocky mountain..with god at the top...on the way..u see flowers(ur friends) u like..and wanna pick them..but its hard...with things in the way...things weighin u down..&lt;br /&gt;|-=[ J.K ]=-| rise up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;so long we look up..to God..as motivation..&lt;br /&gt;|-=[ J.K ]=-| rise up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;we can grab it all..&lt;br /&gt;|-=[ J.K ]=-| rise up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;its just how much we want..&lt;br /&gt;|-=[ J.K ]=-| rise up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;and if we're willing to go back down..places we've passed..&lt;br /&gt;|-=[ J.K ]=-| rise up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;to pick the flowers we left behind..&lt;br /&gt;|-=[ J.K ]=-| rise up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|-=[ J.K ]=-| rise up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;its nt a smooth road..&lt;br /&gt;|-=[ J.K ]=-| rise up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;if we fall.it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;-=[ J.K ]=-| rise up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;but God will come..pick us up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaye. thanks for the enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;br /&gt;gotta run. mom nagging&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;repost again later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-114351167543268419?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/114351167543268419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=114351167543268419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/114351167543268419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/114351167543268419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2008/02/omgomg.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-6211364898136296677</id><published>2008-02-06T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:22:47.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOO.&lt;br /&gt;hello hello. haha.&lt;br /&gt;no one reads this now.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont care. im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like i had detention yest.&lt;br /&gt;cause i was late for 1 freaking min.&lt;br /&gt;like helllo.&lt;br /&gt;half an hour detention standing and facing the wall to write those reasons&lt;br /&gt;is so tiring luh,&lt;br /&gt;and still. our half an hour turned into an hour.&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;br /&gt;im going out to meet vern to shop at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;and might meet gill to paint my nails or something.&lt;br /&gt;not sure.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was just looking at those previous oldddd pics&lt;br /&gt;that are like my memories.&lt;br /&gt;really coool. miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where'd we all go when sec4 ends.&lt;br /&gt;its so busy nowadays we dont have time.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish'd time would stop in those memories.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;just like when i was still bob.&lt;br /&gt;and i still am.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos dude.&lt;br /&gt;love everyone.&lt;br /&gt;peace! (:&lt;br /&gt;bye. oh and.&lt;br /&gt;happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-6211364898136296677?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6211364898136296677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=6211364898136296677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6211364898136296677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6211364898136296677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2008/02/booo.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-6702089020982264991</id><published>2008-01-28T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:51:43.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h.</title><content type='html'>peeps.its been so long. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was lazy to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so here i am. i really need this place again.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to start afresh. but too lazy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mom found our i pierced my second ear hole.&lt;br /&gt;i already knew she would scold.&lt;br /&gt;theres just no point.&lt;br /&gt;i was mentally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;gave her cold shoulders ad no reaction.&lt;br /&gt;she says ive got no respect for her at all.&lt;br /&gt;shes been just picking on me,&lt;br /&gt;she just didnt understand me.&lt;br /&gt;she just needed my ingenious lovely bro.&lt;br /&gt;aint jealous of him thou,&lt;br /&gt;think hes real nice.&lt;br /&gt;i t-r-i-e-d so hard to please her.&lt;br /&gt;and yes i meant it. TRIED.&lt;br /&gt;she just didnt see it. it was all faults in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;nothing was good. nothing came out good.&lt;br /&gt;she said i wanted to be a AL.&lt;br /&gt;but it was just my personal preference.&lt;br /&gt;so is it wrong for christians to pierce just TWO ear hole.&lt;br /&gt;not as if ive had 10.&lt;br /&gt;and she said that my mind was unclear.&lt;br /&gt;but i still knew i would do it someday,&lt;br /&gt;does she ever know how stress i can be.&lt;br /&gt;how hard i cry alone in the nights.&lt;br /&gt;the hurt and neverendingggggg pain.&lt;br /&gt;how much longer can i go?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder hard.&lt;br /&gt;i looked to God.&lt;br /&gt;asking always for him to take away my pains.&lt;br /&gt;fill it with his love and strength&lt;br /&gt;i know he gives us his full strength.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dont know how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;my life is in the PITS now.&lt;br /&gt;yes i mean it. im just so busy, stressed and moodless.&lt;br /&gt;my heart cant seem to breath.&lt;br /&gt;theres just no life,&lt;br /&gt;not that theres no margin.&lt;br /&gt;but with margin, idk what to do,&lt;br /&gt;ill start wondering. and it reminds me of all the pains.&lt;br /&gt;i thought its supposed to be a better year.&lt;br /&gt;i cried so hard that ive ran out of tears,&lt;br /&gt;ran out of blood to bleed in my hearts.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you and love you as much at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;why cant you ever understand me.&lt;br /&gt;im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;why have you always been like that,&lt;br /&gt;why dont you ever hear me crying out to you.&lt;br /&gt;you blame me form drifting from you.&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i told you my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;you just forced your logic into me,&lt;br /&gt;i try so hard but  you dont know.&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span 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title='h.'/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-6223820269723969729</id><published>2007-09-30T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:37:20.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what.&lt;br /&gt;i just hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;hate it luh.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just keep getting the feeling of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;missed those times.&lt;br /&gt;or feeling detached from the group.&lt;br /&gt;like my heart just isnt there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i want to but yet again i just let myself get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why i dont &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;just what does it even mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;this time im just gg to protect myself.&lt;br /&gt;and like i hate it you know.&lt;br /&gt;could they just like&lt;br /&gt;say something that i want to hear but they dont want to tell me,&lt;br /&gt;they could say it FAR FAR away from me.&lt;br /&gt;so that i dont need to feel left out by these-professionalise-in-making people feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;i just know whoever is keeping anything from me.&lt;br /&gt;i feel it.&lt;br /&gt;i cant be close to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;you know what.&lt;br /&gt;i hate putting on strong fronts,&lt;br /&gt;always running away.&lt;br /&gt;why does God just leave me like that.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just undevoted to reading his word.&lt;br /&gt;i love serving him.&lt;br /&gt;it gives me joy.&lt;br /&gt;my lifes just messy and all.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; IT.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DO,.&lt;br /&gt;it just gets worst day by day.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what the hell is my blog for.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shoukld just freaking close it down.&lt;br /&gt;my heart is hiding all the frustration you just cant see,&lt;br /&gt;its controlling and taking in.&lt;br /&gt;im mad beut you dotn seem to know&lt;br /&gt;you always think its fine.&lt;br /&gt;whatever-.&lt;br /&gt;im sick, pissed,&lt;br /&gt;and probaly every other thing you can even name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-6223820269723969729?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6223820269723969729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=6223820269723969729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6223820269723969729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/6223820269723969729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-4594343155043624558</id><published>2007-09-24T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:39:16.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so like hi to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;sighhs. sat was the wedding,&lt;br /&gt;it was fine. just that i was half drunk.&lt;br /&gt;eyes were bloodshot red and dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;wedding was super grand,&lt;br /&gt;sunday was failed mugging with gladys,&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;wanted a hair cut badly.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;people who knows me knows my hair keeps changing,&lt;br /&gt;esp when i get mood swing tend to cut&lt;br /&gt;and eat ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;and like eventhough mom hates dad,&lt;br /&gt;i knowshe does in her heart,&lt;br /&gt;kind of nice, dad suggested going japan as a family.&lt;br /&gt;havent had that before,&lt;br /&gt;it was always with mom only?&lt;br /&gt;ohh, ive moved back to mom.&lt;br /&gt;i seem to keep having memory loss sudedenly and&lt;br /&gt;my hands keep trembling.&lt;br /&gt;sighs. whats wrong with me,&lt;br /&gt;i have totalk to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-4594343155043624558?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4594343155043624558/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-1924366402209609764</id><published>2007-09-17T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:52:50.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what? im sick&lt;br /&gt;rlly sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;its like you've got your own clique and friends you need.&lt;br /&gt;and when you have them you forget about me you know.&lt;br /&gt;its always been me running to you.&lt;br /&gt;and nv you running to me,&lt;br /&gt;is that what selfish-ness is?&lt;br /&gt;and only when you've got troubles you come to me.&lt;br /&gt;do i still need a friend like this? do i?&lt;br /&gt;what am i to you?&lt;br /&gt;even XXX has a more important place in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;ive been like next to you for dont know how many million years.&lt;br /&gt;and you gave that credit to smone else.&lt;br /&gt;like how'd i feel la.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you wont even know what im writing is about you.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you wont even know.&lt;br /&gt;becos i wont say.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was close to you.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im wrong?&lt;br /&gt;you never spoke for me,&lt;br /&gt;nv left a place there for me.&lt;br /&gt;not where i belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi allllll.&lt;br /&gt;so like today. went to school&lt;br /&gt;slept like all the way during lit class &amp;amp; geog&lt;br /&gt;fluffy cloud is so poor thing la.&lt;br /&gt;and same to geog.&lt;br /&gt;went to few of new homerooms assigned.&lt;br /&gt;SS was slightly boring.&lt;br /&gt;stupid kelly is s'pose to call me for a movie today.&lt;br /&gt;but her phone is still off.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow like im gg to humptum her.&lt;br /&gt;sighsss.&lt;br /&gt;was like playing during maths class.&lt;br /&gt;didnt listen at all.&lt;br /&gt;moody rather today.&lt;br /&gt;after school headed home straight.&lt;br /&gt;havent been home early for ages.&lt;br /&gt;good for a chance you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;till then all.&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-1924366402209609764?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1924366402209609764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=1924366402209609764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/1924366402209609764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/1924366402209609764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-what-im-sick-rlly-sick-and.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-7461478076714419894</id><published>2007-09-13T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:24:36.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aye all.&lt;br /&gt;its 11.57 pm now.&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep kids.&lt;br /&gt;im like eating magee meee.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i wonder who the hell reads my blog lah.&lt;br /&gt;its been dead for years and&lt;br /&gt;i bet no one reads this shit anw.&lt;br /&gt;today was kinda the same.&lt;br /&gt;just sleepy all the way. &gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;had a hard time trying to stay awake for geog.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;oh. and gillian owes me a blogskin thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna change my stupid old tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;this morning i was super irritated and&lt;br /&gt;bad tempered, bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;must learn to change.&lt;br /&gt;and bio was so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;today it felt as if it was my first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;even the mcq was disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;strong&gt; FIRST MCQ QUESTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms charles was like&lt;br /&gt;"gillian, please read the first question for me and answer it"&lt;br /&gt;gill&gt; uh. uh.???&lt;br /&gt;me&gt; the ans A lah.&lt;br /&gt;gill&gt; the ans A.&lt;br /&gt;ms charles&gt; what are the 2 cells shown?&lt;br /&gt;gill&gt; uh. i dont know?&lt;br /&gt;me&gt; root hair cell and  dont know what lah&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking in my head o-m-g.&lt;br /&gt;it was like the first chapter.&lt;br /&gt;then ms charles  was like what was the other cell you suppose to learn?&lt;br /&gt;me&gt; uh. pholem cell.&lt;br /&gt;ms charles&gt; no. RBC.&lt;br /&gt;OMG i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;so screwed lah our class.&lt;br /&gt;die liao lah SA2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amaths was suck lah.&lt;br /&gt;screw it totally.&lt;br /&gt;all anyoh how.&lt;br /&gt;teacher sure humphtum us lah.&lt;br /&gt;pris cried. poor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like after amaths,&lt;br /&gt;we headed to food court.&lt;br /&gt;ate. slacked. did highlighting for&lt;br /&gt;pris hist book.&lt;br /&gt;so nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;all the colours. like so hardworking like that.&lt;br /&gt;then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-7461478076714419894?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7461478076714419894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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everyone.&lt;br /&gt;who comes to my &lt;strong&gt;DEAD &lt;/strong&gt;blog to read.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so this is my 104th post.&lt;br /&gt;interesting huh.&lt;br /&gt;so like todays all gloomy &amp; sad? i guess.&lt;br /&gt;stephs grandaddy past away.&lt;br /&gt;never seen her cry so much.&lt;br /&gt;heart breaaks &gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;oh update.right yes,&lt;br /&gt;and saadly im not going to east timor anymore &gt; )':&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go real bad but it clashes with Korea.&lt;br /&gt;haisss.&lt;br /&gt;today slept in chinese and got caught again.&lt;br /&gt;as usual :X&lt;br /&gt;english was rather interesting.&lt;br /&gt;we were looking through on stuffs on the 911 flight terrorist crash thingy.&lt;br /&gt;the anniversary. idk.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got a freaking amaths test.&lt;br /&gt;im so dead. -screams&gt; :@@@@ &gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;so like tday, after school,&lt;br /&gt;went to rm foodcourt to eat.&lt;br /&gt;was like crapping with pris. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then left halfway around 3.40&lt;br /&gt;wen t home to get books.&lt;br /&gt;meet shalyn and james at BK.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i was late. queen of late lah.&lt;br /&gt;mugged abit on amaths.&lt;br /&gt;meet the grace, bel, deeben, jj and uh, lydia&lt;br /&gt;at KK foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;had some light dinner.&lt;br /&gt;headed to church for the my FIRST session on Job,&lt;br /&gt;and well it was the LAST session.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;my comp screen is scaring me lah.&lt;br /&gt;it like suddenly blinks and the screen blacks out and suddenly it returns to normal.&lt;br /&gt;so headed home.&lt;br /&gt;saw someone i didnt want to see.&lt;br /&gt;and YAYness.&lt;br /&gt;sheng has agreed to tution me science on friday.&lt;br /&gt;i hope ill ace by end of the year :D&lt;br /&gt;first shalyn at2, nat at 4 and mine at 6.&lt;br /&gt;how nice of him,&lt;br /&gt;and i need to help shalyn do her art on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;yays. havent touched art for a year.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, shopping with pris chia soon at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;sighs. countdown 21 more days to exam.&lt;br /&gt;): stress-ness.&lt;br /&gt;and i love IM language now lah.&lt;br /&gt;O-M-G, O-M-G.&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super hungry now lah.&lt;br /&gt;but im going to sleep alr.&lt;br /&gt;no point eating.&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel fat and digusted only &gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty,toodles.&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-8209283742210120735?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8209283742210120735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=8209283742210120735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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SLEEPLESS nights.&lt;br /&gt;sighs. &gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;so like i went to the KL trip thingy&lt;br /&gt;it was more like fun than&lt;br /&gt;educational.&lt;br /&gt;spent all the money dad gave me &gt; :@&lt;br /&gt;and like mom allowed me to go east timor.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FINALLY &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;yipeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;without anyone blood-related to me going of course&lt;br /&gt;- thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;it like in november and a week.&lt;br /&gt;so excitinggggg la.&lt;br /&gt;and dads paying for the korea school thingy.&lt;br /&gt;hmms. sound so busy.&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. and Sheng can finally tution me.&lt;br /&gt;how nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;so its like every friday.-science.&lt;br /&gt;im sure ill ace it. seeing s-h-a-l-y-n.&lt;br /&gt;getting A1 for it. suprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;and you know recently.&lt;br /&gt; ive been spending and SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;like there's no tomorrow. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;when am i EVER gonna learn to control lah.&lt;br /&gt;when out with mom today.&lt;br /&gt;she bought new shoes and she was complaining all the way lah.&lt;br /&gt;you know &gt;"stupid shoe"&lt;br /&gt;was all she said. damn cute luh.&lt;br /&gt;her feet was pain even with plasters.&lt;br /&gt;moving back with her next week thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like 3 mins to 1am.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow gonna die alr.&lt;br /&gt;confirm sleep in class de.&lt;br /&gt;i better go.&lt;br /&gt;idnt even do any hw &gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-1758756462819604779?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1758756462819604779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=1758756462819604779' title='0 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you.&lt;br /&gt;here i am with gillian slogging our life for this stupid presentation&lt;br /&gt;while STAPHANIE LIM HWEE TENG, CARISSA CHEE, CONNIE TSANG&lt;br /&gt;is sleeping their asses of at home when its suppose to be their job.&lt;br /&gt;they cant even complete a task of at least copying all the info from&lt;br /&gt;the textbook to the powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;im so gonna scold them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;most prob ill ask teacher put them out of the group.&lt;br /&gt;esp carissa chee.&lt;br /&gt;she today stil dare to scold me as me do my part properly but yet she didnt even do anything.&lt;br /&gt;she all talk no action, only know how to gossip.&lt;br /&gt;aint i true?&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-5748072955886625864?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;omg. _____&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im having real bad moodswings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just shout at my damn brother for no reason and get angry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this always happen when i get the damn&lt;strong&gt; period&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just hate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wth is wrong with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything in the world becomes damn boring and stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sighs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive been coming home like 11 pm or 12 pm++&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eversince like school started and like everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i became so naughty during the holidays and it lasts till now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;did so many stuffs ppl that know me cant even imagine me doing it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant control this shit mouth of mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont even wanna go home, but of cos i do lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bet even all the people who knows me all actually dont know me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;except for some.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;75% of the friends who think they know me just dont.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and like it can be like 99% of  them in school dont even know me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my chracter in school and outside is totally diff lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont care what they think about me at all, they dont even know me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can even dont call them f-r-i-e-n-d-s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they cant even be there for me when i need them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they dont even know what shit i feel, and worst of all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant even tell them. or itll be so weird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos they nv even see me in this state before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can only vent it on the stupid ___&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont understand why im too nice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont understand why i cant show feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no offence but its just like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is wrong with me man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so screwed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-2735250068008420663?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2735250068008420663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=2735250068008420663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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on the way home me fungie and clara saw this damn funny mad guy&lt;br /&gt;he stared at us and went&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby take my heart but dont ever break it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love to rock and roll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(and doing the guitar strumming action)&lt;br /&gt;it was super funny lah, and so daring.&lt;br /&gt;went t macs to eat supper and left at 11.45pm&lt;br /&gt;and when me and fungie went to take bus&lt;br /&gt;there was this indian mad guy who came in between us and wanted to touch us.&lt;br /&gt;we got so freaked out and ran away lah.&lt;br /&gt;laughed our asses man.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end i took mrt home.&lt;br /&gt;and reached at 12.30 plus.&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. and  GYY has lost almost all her voice,&lt;br /&gt;suuper funny. i wonder how she's gonna talk to me&lt;br /&gt;with that "sexy" hoarse voice tom when i meet her.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;3!&lt;div 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went home after the maths algebra lesson thing and and and guess what friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing haha. i dont wish to share,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just wish i could stare hard into the sky forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never wanting t let go or wake up from the beautiful dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forcing my eyes open and wandering deep into the space,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-117094509930720333?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/117094509930720333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i  love touch rugby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love the show the circus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love arts central. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love tv.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to my dearest ___ face brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hes always selfish and greedy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but sometimes hes nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he doesnt know how to differ both words,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he doesnt like to share the stuff he has only at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats selfish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he takes my stuff without permission and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he grabs the extra stuff i have and thats greedy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he doesnt allow me to do that and complains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please if you would step out a lil bit and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont take my stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we can keep in harmony with each others boundaries,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know why sometimes i just cant be harden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would always give in to you regardless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you took it for granted sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats how mom felt towards me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and me towards you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;counless times i told you your mistakes nicely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you just didnt accept.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom scolds me all the time when i tell you nicely and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she says im screaming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hardly see her scold/nag you not a single bit for weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and maybe months.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you wouldnt change, it might be your downfall when you grow up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know im a bit like that and sometimes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wished you had not followed me and you would be a nice boy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're still nice but not as.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i admit at some parts you were better than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i just wish you could study for your life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont know the importance of it yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when to come to my age,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you would understand it all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and regret all of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-117008704622304265?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/117008704622304265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=117008704622304265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/117008704622304265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/117008704622304265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-touch-rugby.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-116988874509736532</id><published>2007-01-27T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T17:05:45.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wednesday i went to prisleongs house to do geog project and she coooked magee mee for me ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i reached home at 10.15 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went for the dance thing yest and was quite shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;headed to church straight from there and reached home at 12.30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;showered and continued with the commonwealth essay and finally finished it in like 93735t83852 hours. damn tiring please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slept at 3.10am in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up and had pizza for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quarreled with mom over ______.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-116988874509736532?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/116988874509736532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=116988874509736532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116988874509736532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116988874509736532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2007/01/wednesday-i-went-to-prisleongs-house.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-116988798149002684</id><published>2007-01-27T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:53:01.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate my mom. i hate her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she didnt even wait for me to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's always ahead of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pressurising me to help her all that shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she couldnt even be patient a while more so that things would be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if i explained all you ever did was scold and nag,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theres nothing i ever told you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you would know more about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parents always think that they know their child the best and all sorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am a teenager and if she knew that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she would know what a teenager wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she could control to a limit but she controls all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are some things you did which were right and you did help,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you were just not there in the right way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know what to say about you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if i said im sorry or i love you or thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all you could say was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" i dont feel a thing because its always the same."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if i dont say you would say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" i did this and that but you never showed any appreciation."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you treat like a pea in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supposing to help you with everything and understand more about you than myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you try to make me all guilty all over everytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know your diffulcuties and im already slowly trying to improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you never saw and each time you bargained for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i told you i changed a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you wouldnt see and you think im acting all proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe its because im living with you everyday thats why you dont see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM REALLY TRYING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if sometimes i argued, i would still help you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i have a go-in-one-ear-come-out another ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kind of problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i cant help me and you're suppose to help me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; nicely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but all you did was shout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that way,you never enterd my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you always almost entered but it was lost somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you were nice at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you said i took you for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i did most of the time but im still a teenager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;couldnt you wait a while more so i would be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry but please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-116988798149002684?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/116988798149002684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=116988798149002684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116988798149002684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116988798149002684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hate-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-116956613606835433</id><published>2007-01-23T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:33:01.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;just came online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i rlly detest that damn school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything is shit mann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so like im &lt;strong&gt;STUCK &lt;/strong&gt;with that damn essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have no clue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so today, i was late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should not have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rushed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i lost that beloved name tag of mine. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was practically ___ the school in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dread school because im tired and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homeworks is a freaking major issue which is gonna be worst later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dance is another issue. then again i ask myself if i was ever committed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are not having mid-year exam this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder if im getting into the NDP thing. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rememdial classes are starting soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that will become a busy week, always waiting for my dear weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus cca lessons and if i get into&lt;br /&gt;NDP and cell group and if there's projects and HW and enrichment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heading to town with prischia tomorrow i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to coke up freak shit money ))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;byeeee. prince and princess who reads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im going t upload my bro's vids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6750/1395/200/238803/IMG_2137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-116956613606835433?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/116956613606835433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=116956613606835433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116956613606835433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116956613606835433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-came-online.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-116939965184100900</id><published>2007-01-22T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T01:21:29.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;rahhhh! HELLO TO ALL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this weekend was a super happening weekend. i wish i have this kinda weekends everyweek with no homework, to think about it, i havent done the stupid chinese newspaper article. anyway, yest was a damn slack day, i just slcked at the sofa as i was super tired because i chatted with don till about 2 -3 am?. was suppose to meet cleff at town but he overslept, &lt;em&gt;i called till the phone nearly broke.&lt;/em&gt; anyway, i yelled at him but it was alright because he owes me another bottle of &lt;/underline&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;. hahaha. and so i woke up late then i headed to deebs house for his 18 birthday party. and so we played daidee and sheriff(whatever you call or spell it?) i was watching them play abalone, its a damn interesting game. and so shalyn had the last blow of his candle.HAH! we were watching some 30 secs of fame thing and was watching MTV asia. super cool pleaseeee. so hung around and reached home about 12 plus. jobs laughter was DAMN funny, lydia twin too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lydias msg in the lydia tone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from afar and above....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i seee you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you look like arnold schwarzenegger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without the muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLLL. in the poetic manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was a quite tiring day. i went to church this morning and apparently there's problem in my s-p-r-i-t-u-a-l life(if you all get what i mean). and then headed to lunch at food junction and novena, then went to bishan library. had tution with mandy and shermin. was reallly tired as it was maths. then headed to toa payoh and walked about there. went to dads place aft that. slack around and saw a few people changed their physical features quite alot,and chatted with tammy. then met up with shi ying and charlotte, talked about studies and all, and charlottes now taller than me. we were playing games with daryl and my bro and micheal and shi ying. it was so funny pleaseee. laughed my lungs out.lucious or lucas(whats his name again,lol sorry forgot.or how to prononce it) was another freaking joker. he looks so diff from the starhub ad he shoot. so we were all hanging around and went home at about 10. then my grandma sent me to my moms home. and slacked for quite long and her i am. blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. ok, thats all about my weekend. tom i will have lack of energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus lots of maths hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BYEEEEEE((: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;listening to really nice songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-116939965184100900?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/116939965184100900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=116939965184100900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116939965184100900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116939965184100900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2007/01/rahhhh-hello-to-all-this-weekend-was.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-116911796349430683</id><published>2007-01-18T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:59:23.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6750/1395/1600/313589/IMG_2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6750/1395/320/955992/IMG_2053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school was usual today, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lit was damn boring today.so i lunch-ed at compass today,with anita,nadia and foong yi. we ate at macs, then later i walked around with nadia, and gladys(for a bit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nadia is so cool. she cuts her own hair.im gonna be in shit.): i cant remeber all the hw, gonna do them later. commonwealth essay is OMGGGGGG &gt; ): i have to write one of those hard topics for 1200-1500 words!! DIE. a normal compo only like 300 or maybe atmost 600&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but 1200 is horror.anyway, i sort things out.im positive((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhh! its so horrid, my purple colour nail polish is coming off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna go for rains concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-116911796349430683?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/116911796349430683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=116911796349430683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116911796349430683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116911796349430683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2007/01/booo-school-was-usual-today-yeahlit.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-116902654286078525</id><published>2007-01-17T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:06:08.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6750/1395/1600/200101/IMG_2579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6750/1395/320/446282/IMG_2579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOYOYOYOYO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, so school is fine now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont sleep in class that often or maybe not even. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im dead tired as i just came home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so today i was LATE LATE for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was trueeeee! there WAS a traffic jam &gt; ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think im gonna find a maths easier than e maths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just need to open my eyes and think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SS was boring)):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to causeway and ate with pris at macs for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so im shit broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avril is damn hardworking. i should be like her ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate my damn hair and shit face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love emo songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toddles for now.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-116902654286078525?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/116902654286078525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=116902654286078525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116902654286078525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116902654286078525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2007/01/yoyoyoyoyo.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-116895885681943741</id><published>2007-01-16T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:47:36.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mother is so freaking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;she just cant leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;goshhhhh. i have both maths 4 times a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-116895885681943741?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-116887736930723297</id><published>2007-01-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:09:29.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAPOS.&lt;br /&gt;finally blog for dont know how many months alr since school started.&lt;br /&gt;GOONG 2 FINALLY OUT, dont know if ill watch&lt;br /&gt;what'd you all think?&lt;br /&gt;im so dead tired now, ill be sleeping beauty at school tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;amaths is hard, IM COPING.&lt;br /&gt;finally able to do the whole question on my own.&lt;br /&gt;5 hours of sleep left to go.&lt;br /&gt;i've finally taken the time to re-do my old blog.&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGER IS LAGGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles for now.&lt;br /&gt;i have lots to update but was lazy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw andrea and marcelle and chloe yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-116887736930723297?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/116887736930723297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=116887736930723297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116887736930723297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116887736930723297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2007/01/yeapos.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-116400331593727936</id><published>2006-11-20T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:15:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't been blogging for a really long time and i need to get the momentum back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris! im sorry i overslept again. i need a new alarm clock, i've been like oversleeping all the time when im suppose to go pris house, ah, damn it, SORRY PRIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep wanting to dye my hair but i always lose my chance.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me pris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-116400331593727936?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-116246658380446878</id><published>2006-11-02T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:23:03.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/1395/1600/m42431340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/1395/320/m42431340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the sky turned purple yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-116246658380446878?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/116246658380446878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>as requested to update from uh, i cant remeber who, but alot.&lt;br /&gt;guess my blog been dead for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for pris to make me the blogskin. shes a pro.&lt;br /&gt;loveeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the next&lt;br /&gt;2H cliques &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006, 2H reunion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had sweets day, with all the goofy nice sweet stuff,&lt;br /&gt;they were expensive, some at 5 bucks,some at 3&lt;br /&gt;ate them at vivo(: upload the pics later for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance competion was a bit shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the name bob, will never forget it!&lt;br /&gt;rock climbing eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch death note, its a really very nice movie.&lt;br /&gt;see you then, ill end her with the nice pictures!&lt;br /&gt;i love the songs,it makes me rememebr good and bad times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/1395/1600/Deana%20&amp;gladys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/1395/320/Deana%20%26gladys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/1395/1600/IMG_2948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/1395/320/IMG_2948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun times we had! retarded faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/1395/1600/Barbequing%20food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/1395/320/Barbequing%20food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see the good food!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/1395/1600/Nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/1395/320/Nice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;look! its the cat we were scared of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some things were not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-116246584011476993?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/116246584011476993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=116246584011476993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116246584011476993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/116246584011476993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-requested-to-update-from-uh-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115945806497007074</id><published>2006-09-28T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:41:05.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;okayyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today was a ok kinda day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oral went fine, xcept i blew up the 3rd paragraph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cant believe we girls had a talk and joked/laughed before the oral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lq cried because her pen had no ink,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of course lah, see her name alr know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like wtf pls. sorry, didnt mean to say that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;rivervaled. bublle tea, AGAIN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with pudding this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the skit in the day was kinda ok, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but it wasnt that clear you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or it'll be even more funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have many names. miss wahaha ep 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;go to prisc blog to check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i found a quote website.it rocks too must,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; i shall quote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you are only given a little spark of madness. you musnt lose it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115945806497007074?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115945806497007074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115945806497007074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115945806497007074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115945806497007074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/09/okayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115920250988935632</id><published>2006-09-26T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:41:49.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in a foul mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for goodness sake, the dont-know-how-many-times,&lt;br /&gt;this has happened yet again.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new pen, few hours old, and went missing on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freak shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is this. omg.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks and its pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, for the dont-know-how-many-times,&lt;br /&gt;my mom wont just &lt;strong&gt;freaking shutup&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing her talk sucks. she sucks.&lt;br /&gt;she should just knw im am bloody hell trying to concentrate on studying.&lt;br /&gt;she have really bad mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;way unresonable pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell she wants me to do?&lt;br /&gt;talk back nicely to her when she screams at me?!&lt;br /&gt;what kind of a damn life is this mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shit kind of -loads of revision, sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;so much to revise in sucha short period of time,&lt;br /&gt;im just gonna go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunburn on my back hurts.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like typing any longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115920250988935632?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115920250988935632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115920250988935632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115920250988935632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115920250988935632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-foul-mood-now.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115834298314654569</id><published>2006-09-16T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T01:56:23.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;september hols was just shopping all the way till got bored of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sunday was just disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;overslept totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vomitted on either monday or tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;dont know, cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was uber funny, the skit was just funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;shalini and the rest was just super good actresses.&lt;br /&gt;look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expand, [a-b] square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[              a            -            b            ]     square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compass with beatrce, akina, gillian and vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;ate at pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;fight broke out there with sjc girls.&lt;br /&gt;bunk was super rude pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont want to talk abt it, i stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115834298314654569?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115834298314654569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115834298314654569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115834298314654569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115834298314654569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115719542951604084</id><published>2006-09-02T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T19:13:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;ok i seriously need to stop waking up at 3pm big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, mom and my bro is really funny now.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know my bro fell down last week which, he slid on the road side while on a bike, then his pants broke a hole, and he scrapped his piece of meat above his you-know-what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha, omg, this was what my mom said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why did you cut his long pants to a shorts?&lt;br /&gt;mom: because his pants broke a hole what, RMB?!?!&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? what? since when?&lt;br /&gt;mom: last week! rmb, he fell down and he scraped his skin above the you-know-what&lt;br /&gt;and i brought him to the doctor?&lt;br /&gt;me:oh is it? ahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;mom: YOU MEAN YOU DIDNT KNOW YOUR BROTHER WAS SUFFERING FOR A WEEK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, omg, i didnt know, and&lt;br /&gt;P.S. THIS IS REAL TOP SECRET FOR ANYONE WHO READS THIS&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT SAY IN FRONT OF MY BRO.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we are going to watch movie today, see what happens when&lt;br /&gt;WE, discuss abt our dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: i already boiled soup for dinner lah!&lt;br /&gt;darren: ok! good, lets have soup, rice and veggies for dinner&lt;br /&gt;me: huh, but i dont want leh, it sucks&lt;br /&gt;mom: yeah, i also dont want&lt;br /&gt;darren: i know, i got an idea, lets eat popcorn for dinner&lt;br /&gt;mom: its not even proper and filling,&lt;br /&gt;darrne: ok, how bout hot dog bread?&lt;br /&gt;mom: (speechless)huh? go ask what ur sis say&lt;br /&gt;drren: lets have hot dog bread at the cinema for dinner&lt;br /&gt;me: okok! good idea&lt;br /&gt;darren t mom: seeeee, je jie also say ok&lt;br /&gt;me: but then its so ex and not filling&lt;br /&gt;mom: ya loh ya loh&lt;br /&gt;darren: but i want hot dog bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha! suoer funny if you personally hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is singing she bang she bang in the toilet now.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go!&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115719542951604084?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115719542951604084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115719542951604084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115719542951604084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115719542951604084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115695395086167745</id><published>2006-08-30T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:05:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so now, im lazy to update, just super lazy to type!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent do science mindmap yet! ohgod.&lt;br /&gt;rock climbing on monday was fun, i think my arms just went back to normal,&lt;br /&gt;go beatrice chua kaiwens blog and read what happen luh!&lt;br /&gt;sorry! :)&lt;br /&gt;i hung there for 20 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was alright lah,&lt;br /&gt;waited for beatrice till abt 4 then go compass.&lt;br /&gt;with akina and her of course&lt;br /&gt;bearice was a total mess,&lt;br /&gt;i bet it was her worst meal ever!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeyouanyway!&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115695395086167745?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115695395086167745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115695395086167745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115695395086167745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115695395086167745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-so-now-im-lazy-to-update-just.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115522976180121309</id><published>2006-08-11T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:09:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey,&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, im gonna blog abt tuesday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;"this is what gladys wrote in her blog, im quoting it, cos im lazy to write, sorry cashier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with jill,shar,pab,shaks,val,deanna,ctee and chant.&lt;br /&gt;some watched the lake house,some watched click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shar &amp; gladys went to buy dessert,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gladys: aunty,i want no. 12&lt;br /&gt;aunty: hong mao liu lian&lt;br /&gt;shar&amp;gladys: ohshittttt.i thought we said we want soursop not liu lian?&lt;br /&gt;shar: aunty,we want soursop.&lt;br /&gt;aunty: yeah lah,hong mao liu lian&lt;br /&gt;modern guy stares/smiling at us.&lt;br /&gt;modern guy: next time must say,ang moh durian.&lt;br /&gt;shar: aunty,i dont speak chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHHAHA! i bet the aunty was laughing her ass off.&lt;br /&gt;it was just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back,we were telling deanna that what we were eating was hong mao liu lian.&lt;br /&gt;gladys:eh,this is hong mao liu lian.&lt;br /&gt;deanna: no,its soursop lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;shar&amp;gladys: HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;omg, today was &lt;em&gt;seriously &lt;/em&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at abt 2.45 pm...watched some tv..then until abt 3.30 i rmbered that i had art homework so i did my art in front of the tv, haha. i finished at abt 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was late to meet mom at orchard for dinner, oh god,&lt;br /&gt;bad sign&lt;br /&gt;but i was doing art ok!, so i called mom to tell her&lt;br /&gt;to get a seat and wait for me, was supposed to meet at 6.40&lt;br /&gt;but was there at abt 7.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate beef noodle at wisma, the aunty was so weird lah, told her i dont want tao gay but wont listen, keep asking if i want meatballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finished eating at abt 8pm, walked around, saw a skirt i want.&lt;br /&gt;too ex, mom wouldnt buy&lt;br /&gt;i think ill save up to buy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to isetan, saw loads of nice stuff&lt;br /&gt;reasonable price,&lt;br /&gt;mom wouldnt buy COS&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE GONNA GO KOREA.&lt;br /&gt;money to be spent there unless&lt;br /&gt;we are not going&lt;br /&gt;lots of nice shoes too&lt;br /&gt;and theres this nice pants and beads i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, im scared theres not enough time to study&lt;br /&gt;mom asked me to bring my books there to study also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight is like 1st september..in the september holiday lah..i dont know if its right to go, but momsays the price is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she most probaly will not allow me to go East Timor&lt;br /&gt;im sad, and depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;i love East Timor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, well see how it goes, big finance problem on cash, must SAVE!&lt;br /&gt;went to taka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped everywhere, saw stuff we want, but korea lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to zara, bought a shirt, cheap one lah,&lt;br /&gt;too bad we could buy loads if not for korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met petrina and family at taka&lt;br /&gt;what a coincidence&lt;br /&gt;ben was so cute, hyper as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dad was suppose to pick us but couldnt make it last minuteso went home ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and reached home abt 10 like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mom was making me laugh like hell,&lt;br /&gt;stomach was super pain, ahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;i havent done chinese and home econs hw finish, shit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, bye.&lt;br /&gt;deanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115522976180121309?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139910.post-115495106461055422</id><published>2006-08-07T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:44:24.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;what hurts the most is being so close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does this mean? is it really true..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so random, but i think some of you just dont get it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115495106461055422?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115495106461055422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115495106461055422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115495106461055422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115495106461055422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-hurts-most-is-being-so-close-what.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115495075695793373</id><published>2006-08-07T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:39:17.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, sorry..i was super lazy as you all know.. so i didnt blog..im making up for it now.. :)&lt;br /&gt;ill just blog down whatever i can rmb i did last week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was fun, teacher forgot to come to class to teach, haha and it was just fun talking and chatting with pris and gladys. chatted through the whole "free" period..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when to ps with them.. okok, we ate at pastamania AGAIN and creamy chicken AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Gladys was like the queen or princess or whatever you call her, she didnt even got off the chair once even since we entered, we ordered and SERVED her everything, she ate the slowest summore.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  went to town at abt noon time at 12 like that.. met up with priscilia to shop! we brought 70 bucks out to shop, walked the whole day up till abt 4 plus 5, pris went to meet christina, im happy i bought stuff  =) went all around town..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went novena, took like some stupid bus and keep getting down at wrong stop, went to some dinner near thomson there for some church stuff, ate and heard the message, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go town to watch tokyo drift with friends! sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to grace house for meeting, was fun cooking! i learn home econs ok! ahaha, then talk and talk until abt 5 plus, decided not to go and watch don moen at FOP. wanted to go dads house but then later dad couldnt make it, guess ive not met him for past 2 weeks..im sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home abt 6 plus 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church as usual but except that i decided to go met up for breakfast. woke up late, jabbing the alarm off again and again, haha, bad sign mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for combine service, it was so&lt;em&gt; RED,&lt;/em&gt; haha was fun, espiecially in one song, it felt &lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, woah.. after that went for lunch in the market and then went to give out fliers for our up coming church stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to watch &lt;em&gt;tokyo drift &lt;/em&gt;was super nice kay, i wanna go tokyo and see whats it like there!&lt;br /&gt;expected the movie to last longer, i wanna watch&lt;em&gt; click&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;lakehouse &lt;/em&gt;maybe on tuesday after NDP celebration, a class gathering, how cool, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;thats it for the week, will try to blog and update more ofter as willingly as possible&lt;br /&gt;haha, bye&lt;br /&gt;deanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-21139910.post-115399037060971770</id><published>2006-07-27T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:52:50.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..kelly keeps forgetting that my name doesnt have a H! today english was fun, it was like free period. was talking to priscilia and gladys about our siblings and ours dreams and nightmares, and ghosts and weird stuff, but funny. seriously the way gladys and priscilia said abt their siblings was just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im sad once again. i think i screwed history.&lt;br /&gt;this SUCKS big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, why does the nature have to go against me now, i know the rain feels comfortable and makes me wanna slp. i love the rain. dont do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to study for home econs and science.(p.s. i dont know a thing abt chemistry. ohgod-pls help me.) i still have econs project and the ws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115399037060971770?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115399037060971770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115399037060971770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115399037060971770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115399037060971770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello_27.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115381863611486017</id><published>2006-07-25T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:10:36.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okok..im having random thoughts now.&lt;br /&gt;dont blame me mann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok..i saw a cute fat cat ytd when i was on the way to school..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM DEPRESSED RIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM DISSAPOINTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SCREWED MY MATHS PAPER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DIDNT EVEN TRY HARDER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hoping that english will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry now...hais..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know for lit either.&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY wanna do well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise i will study for my final year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared and worried for science.&lt;br /&gt;i just know im gonna screw it.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand a thing.&lt;br /&gt;i HAVE to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really tired. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;for so long..i slp like 3 hrs straight for 2 days..&lt;br /&gt;im feeling really weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;today when i sat in class,&lt;br /&gt;i feel this deep deep sad feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling it can go deeper but i was just trying to control it&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like ignoring everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it just makes me laugh when it comes to delmo&lt;br /&gt;or rubbish stuff like weilian or whatever,&lt;br /&gt;i was lucky i could laugh.&lt;br /&gt;the more i tried forgetting the more it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;we are stupid people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115381863611486017?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115381863611486017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115381863611486017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115381863611486017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115381863611486017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/07/okok.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115359233417475654</id><published>2006-07-23T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:18:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay...im having random thoughts now..&lt;br /&gt;haha..i watch THE POTATO FACTORY just now..so nice, i just love it mann..&lt;br /&gt;it was about some ill-fated women who was wrongly accused and all that..was some english show like from holland..the title sounds weird i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im starting to love full matal alchemist..its just too nice.. the thing about alchemy is really interesting like science, but science just sucks..and and and..i like the ending song..the voice is so soft and gentle yet at the same time it sounds so strong and like firm, the melody is just so comforting :):) wthell am i talking abt..lol..firm..yes it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. im starting to love one piece too..although i watched it before.. i dont know why its nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh..i just finished studying geog, not yet actually, im gonna continue tomorrow and i really hope i do well for geog mann..i dont wanna watch myself screw up the whole paper without studing..i suck at maths too...i totally forgot what the teacher taught me before holidays..&lt;br /&gt;like im so gonna die..and i suck at it big time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd i forgot to talk abt drum lesson..&lt;br /&gt;it was super fun mann...at first was so mafan,..have to do the wrist exercise thingie..then have to learn all the drum name and all that..the notes are easy..but with the timing and the combo of ur hands and legs..it becomes hard..but ive got the hang of it :) i can play till the second line! yays..i wanna play more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokay,.its bloody freakin 2am..&lt;br /&gt;im gonna gt my slp now..so gonna die of lack of slp in church later..&lt;br /&gt;like 6 hrs of slp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till' later then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115359233417475654?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115359233417475654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115359233417475654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115359233417475654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115359233417475654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-okay-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115350236725549822</id><published>2006-07-22T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:19:27.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where to start..haha..well, school was ok today..&lt;br /&gt;geog was fine but x'cept that i was doing home econs :) art was fire..was doing stuff with fire! :)&lt;br /&gt;after recess was like tini was calling me elmo and gladys got shocked mann..&lt;br /&gt;like she was the one telling tini that but she just forgot bout it! wat bad memory..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cme was fine.. x'cept that i was doing this sketches for gladys and beatrice dnt project..&lt;br /&gt;they were totally clueless about it..like " we chose this design because skateboards looks like they are fast and this makes our toy car fast" like what? so outta point mann..gladys..ahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need the home econs file gladys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd we were talking abt science fiction stuff in english and kelly was the alien finder and she found gewen! a alien...oh mann..was so funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ssupper bored now...ive been pon-ing dance like every week! like how?!?! im sicka and tired of this cca and super lazy to go for it..it just sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok..im done..&lt;br /&gt;bye peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115350236725549822?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115350236725549822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115350236725549822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115350236725549822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115350236725549822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-i-dont-know-where-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115313572138382459</id><published>2006-07-17T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:28:41.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH! I BANGED MY FOOT AT THE BED 3 TIMES ALREADY! ITS SO PAIN! LOOK WHERE IM GOING MANNN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115313572138382459?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115313572138382459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115313572138382459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115313572138382459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115313572138382459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/07/argh-i-banged-my-foot-at-bed-3-times.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115312904400011815</id><published>2006-07-17T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:37:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look who's back! haha..&lt;br /&gt;mannn i just noticed something.. i have listened to HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL :):) like the whole of last week till today..haha..and im still not sick of it..ahhaha..love the show.. oh yeah..another thing i noticed..IVE BEEN HAVING STOMACH ACHES EVERYDAY FROM LAST WEEK TILL TODAY..i just dont know why..feels so sick can...keep going to toilet..hais..i just hate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT3 is like next monday..and i havent even started studying yet! i didnt even know CT3 was next monday till today! AHHHHHH!!!! im soooo gonna die mann...please help me!! im gonna die in the following subjects i think..ranking from the worst ones to the best..&lt;br /&gt;1) science. I SUCK AT CHEM! I DONT KNOW A THING!&lt;br /&gt;2)geography. i dont really know how to do the structured question ones..like hell no!&lt;br /&gt;3)history. maybe this is not so bad, but i suck at source base! need practice.&lt;br /&gt;4)maths. i dont know why but i just get the wrong answers for SIMULANEOUS EQUATIONS&lt;br /&gt;i am trying really hard! help me!!&lt;br /&gt;5)home econs. i rock it i think! but ill just have to read the tb.&lt;br /&gt;6)english&lt;br /&gt;7)literature. i love this sub..just read the book can liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for the subs..I SERIOUSLY WANT HELP AND NEED SOME. I REALLY REALLY WANT TO AND NEED TO DO WELL FOR CT3 SO THAT I WILL GET TO DO 7 SUBS.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today-&lt;br /&gt;woke up late at like 5.50am. rushed to school on time and as usual..didnt know how i managed. didnt sleep in class :):) ohohoh..tomorrow theres chinese spelling and history short test..just need to read the notes for history and learn those easy words. i love the chinese teacher..she doesnt scold and teaches well! haha.. history had lots of hints and no structed and source base..jiust MCQ and fill in the blanks and one sentenced question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got booked by mrs ho today..like damn it! i didnt do maths homework..wat a pity..and there goes my cert for clean records! i should have done hw!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais..i have load of things to study and learn and my homework check list is like super full! oh well..i better get started!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to work hard! pray for me ppl! haha..sounds lame i noe.&lt;br /&gt;bye! deanna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115312904400011815?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115312904400011815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115312904400011815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115312904400011815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115312904400011815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/07/look-whos-back-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115306261044734470</id><published>2006-07-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:10:10.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh wow! yet another day to start with..&lt;br /&gt;good night..as ill be posting yet another post on the pages of my life..&lt;br /&gt;lame.ok ill just start off with this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was okay..went for breakfast at macs with isabel..then went for 2nd service.. as there was mentoring from 2-4,.. decided to follow mom, aunty lai peng and shermin..and so and so-. for lunch. i should not have folowed them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was invited to watch pirates...and there goes my chance! mom just knw how much i wanted to watch that show..so she just simply didnt allow thou dad allowed! i was really angry with mom and still AM!.. like @$%^&amp; can! hais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a really long face!..and im glad i did that!..of course i was being cheerd up by my friends..and just thank the few of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then no choice..ill just have to wait for my dad to get me the dvd.. so then i slp all the way till abt 7 plus 8.. ate my dinner..watched the mummy show..half way then i went back..hais..yet another dissapointment..i wanted to watch that amazing show too..stll have YET to watch hamburger...ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lots of hw to catch up too!..im simply lazy like a pig..lots of work to do mannn..&lt;br /&gt;homework, devotions, lots of things on my mind just makes me sad..i dont want this kind of busy life..hais..well then i just have to clear them up. i need shemac! haha..jkjk..hopefully she doesnt read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now! bye!&lt;br /&gt;deanna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115306261044734470?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115306261044734470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115306261044734470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115306261044734470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115306261044734470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-wow-yet-another-day-to-start-with.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21139910.post-115298392273986938</id><published>2006-07-16T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:18:42.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home a while ago from edena's sis 21st bdae bbq chalet party at pasir ris.. was superrr fun..ahhaaha..okay ok..so im very happy now.. :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was super late to go for the chalet party..mannn..i overslept for like sooooo long..and then i broke my record for waking up late at like 4pm...was suppose to go in the morning..like omg can...hais...well.wat can i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i reached there at maybe say 6 o'clock. too bad i didnt get to play all the games stuff! missed them..the chicken wings were just simply great..maybe i ate abt 20.. the other food were also nice..except i didnt eat those spicy ones..got chicken wing, hot dog, satay, bee hoon, fried rice, stingray(wrapped in aluminium when cooked..suppperrrr nice)i didnt even noe was there was such a thing for bbq..and prawns..the cake was nice too..mango cake..tried the sour berry thing that we didnt know it was sour..was sooo sour..was funny but ok after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ben and jerry's to eat ice cream..supper ex mann...ate the strawberry one..was nice and creamy but melts fast..lots happened too..met benjamin and di hong(im nt sure if spelling is correct..so pardon me if its wrong..) haha...so yeah..many things happened..guess it was fun eh.. im glad i enjoyed it.. :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then tomorrow im gonna go for breakfast before service..hope i wont be late...&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna leave for bedtime now..see ya folks..ahaha&lt;br /&gt;im being lame...bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139910-115298392273986938?l=3minutesworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/feeds/115298392273986938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139910&amp;postID=115298392273986938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115298392273986938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139910/posts/default/115298392273986938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3minutesworth.blogspot.com/2006/07/heyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>deanna:):):)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165230848917771172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
