<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801</id><updated>2011-07-20T09:18:53.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woes In Me ; Beatrice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-116361097233296852</id><published>2006-11-16T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:16:12.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LYKE OMGERS!! i finally blogged!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, because im so bored, so today, i woke up at 1 in the bloody afternoon, my mum told me to wake up early to accompany my dad, bla bla bla, BUT I JUST CANT WAKE UP EARLY!! so .. to bad?&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;went online, and found out &lt;strong&gt;KELVINS&lt;/strong&gt; online, but i didnt talked to him =s . for real. really!! for the first time, when he is online, I DIDNT TALK TO HIM. so screw that. i went down to buy.. hair spray? LOOOL!! i tried using hair spray, it was easy to use.. but it makes ur hair EXTREMLY hard, and it feels like your ripping your hair off ^^"&lt;br /&gt;so. came home after dinner, got REALLY bored. i somehow started drawing? LOL. for real. i draw &lt;strong&gt;reita &lt;em&gt;(gazette) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who else? &lt;strong&gt;AOI and REITA &lt;/strong&gt;again haha, i think that aoi looks pretty much like him , and reita looks more like him xD SO CUTE ~ by the time u read this I HAD A NEW BLOG SKIN! yeeahh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-started being gay-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-116361097233296852?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116361097233296852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=116361097233296852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/116361097233296852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/116361097233296852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/lyke-omgers-i-finally-blogged-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-115490980990284491</id><published>2006-08-07T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:16:49.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. soul NEARLY won the fucking competition... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i hate them. i hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE HATE HATE them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh okay shall take the deeeeeeeeeeep breath and just forget them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGH THAT BITCH!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-115490980990284491?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115490980990284491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=115490980990284491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115490980990284491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115490980990284491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-115435660528308827</id><published>2006-07-31T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:36:45.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lmao lmao lmao!!!! my bluetooth is done!! LIKE FINALLY !! *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;yea you are going to see ALOT of pictures from today onwads. leisure camp was a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;sir keng siong dressed like woman..&lt;br /&gt;don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall upload it next time. gotta go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-115435660528308827?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115435660528308827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=115435660528308827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115435660528308827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115435660528308827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/lmao-lmao-lmao-my-bluetooth-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-115395832550305530</id><published>2006-07-27T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T07:58:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuckers,. think they so big to take the places infront did i say i let you?? 3 of them think they all so  big. fuckers. fuckers fuckers fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;one big size one so skinny one so short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-115395832550305530?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115395832550305530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=115395832550305530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115395832550305530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115395832550305530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuckers.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-115390513703533407</id><published>2006-07-26T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:12:17.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i would have a choice to kill her right now. i will do that.&lt;br /&gt;that bloody bitch, think she so big. big .. YEA MY ASS MAN!! BIG SIZE ONLY!!! fucker. her eyes so small even contact lense also cannot put in ah!! fucker!!At least i'm not the one who keeping squealing away at class. what the hell she want from me? i didn't do anything to her. i didn't yell at her. i didn't even talk to her. what the hell she want from me? i haven't been doing any single thing to her and yet she want to do this to me. two words of advise to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck OFF!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly!!!!!!! back off!! you don't wanna be with us, we don't wanna be with you. so just back off!! just ignore each other !! freak!! asses. also i'm not the coward one on CHANGING my blog url just not to let someone know what is going on. comon get real. if you want to have "Peace" in the class like you said a few months ago, you should have stop picking on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;We are at the bus talking. talking to each other, not to you,&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT TO CARE FOR?!&lt;br /&gt;it's our voice, not YOURS. as if you didn't talk loudly before!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back off!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;we haven't been picking on you since like what ? months ago? and yet you are the one starting the quarrel. WELL GUESS WHAT BITCH?? if you WANT  a quarrel FINE. there WILL be a fucking quarrel!!!!! afterall YOU STARTED IT.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so BACK OFFF!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People these days just think that SHE is so GOOD. AND BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big? my ass. big chest and size is what she is. FUCKER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-115390513703533407?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115390513703533407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=115390513703533407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115390513703533407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115390513703533407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-i-would-have-choice-to-kill-her.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-115274832883784353</id><published>2006-07-13T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T07:52:08.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea , it's been ages since i updated... not because i don't bother, it's just because i'm kinda busy this few days... guess what?&lt;br /&gt;this Saturday is the area 7 games day which is organized by NPCC only...&lt;br /&gt;i have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choon wee told me to play the "Wake Me Up When September ends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Pride is my Electrical guitar and FLAMED is my classical guitar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i want to play or not.. i mean on stage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i want to play, but i'm afaird that my guitar would get out of tune, would play wrongly. i might even tremble....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhgghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, last guitar lesson rocks.&lt;br /&gt;we (the 6 students) are plyaing the background while the  teacher played a solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for iT lessons now bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-115274832883784353?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115274832883784353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything SUCKED yesterday and TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fucking hell everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;from my parents. to my friends. to my idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-115121515221569331?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115121515221569331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=115121515221569331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115121515221569331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115121515221569331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/everything-sucked-yesterday-and-today.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-115112478215905423</id><published>2006-06-24T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:53:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooohh no.&lt;br /&gt;hell no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin is leaving bsb.&lt;br /&gt;no no no no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to break down crying any single moment. shit man. i mean why the hell is he going to leave the BSB!?!? no. please howie, nick, brian and AJ, try to change kevin's mind. make him stay. please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is NOT a way to start my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out with JO they all later, am going to put eyeliner. yea babe!&lt;br /&gt;xD bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no i miss kevin already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-115112478215905423?l=the-woes-of-me.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-21091801.post-115090115659207031</id><published>2006-06-21T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:45:56.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya ya i changed a skin again. yup i did it all by myself!! whahahaa~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anway, today we went to the singapore outdoor staduim to do the stupid SYF thing. jeez i hate it. we have to stand under the bloody sun and wait. and wait. and wait. and wait.. and wait..-- ah you get the point. but on the second thought, it isn't that bad actually, i mean it will be rec. down and there will be alot of ppl in the stadium and stuff. it's quite cool. the campus superstars people are going to be there to. singing. and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh in case your wondering with i'm actually going to learn electrical guitar. the answer iss. yes. xD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got an electric guitar man! it's black &amp;amp; white. it's called "PRIDE" because i think that it's beautiful and i'm proud of it xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-115090115659207031?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115090115659207031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=115090115659207031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115090115659207031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115090115659207031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/ya-ya-i-changed-skin-again.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-115053266556402227</id><published>2006-06-17T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:24:25.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh for fuck sakes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow MIGHT be the day. the day that my dad would buy an...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dramatic pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please buy me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that tomorrow i have crew concert.&lt;br /&gt;the whole effing day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that..&lt;br /&gt;i wish that ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow when i come back  i would see a guitar set in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLeASE !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is going crazy ANY SINGLE MOMENT *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-115053266556402227?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115053266556402227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=115053266556402227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115053266556402227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115053266556402227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-for-fuck-sakes-tomorrow-might-be.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-115035404375439675</id><published>2006-06-15T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:47:23.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg! it's a mircale!!! my brother TAGGED me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm being too dramatic now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, i'm too obsess over guitar.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait till 4th july man. i already bought the picks . damn it. i'm obsesss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez, woke up damn early today just to go for SYF. i hate it. you have to run all over the fields. ahhh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISAKI!!!&lt;br /&gt;GUITAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes mental*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay , is going to stop freakin here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 DAYS TILL ELECTRIC  GUITAR LESSON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-115035404375439675?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115035404375439675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=115035404375439675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115035404375439675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115035404375439675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg-its-mircale-my-brother-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-115020259400148147</id><published>2006-06-13T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:06:00.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00809.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i meet until lucify!!! (the one of them))&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i OFFICIALLY SIGNED UP AS ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting classes in july 4th for ELECT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-115020259400148147?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115020259400148147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=115020259400148147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115020259400148147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115020259400148147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg-this-is-day-i-meet-until-lucify.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-115011921660797108</id><published>2006-06-12T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:33:36.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm over obsess over guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to learn electric. guitar after i got my classical test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit man i'm going to ask my dad whether he let me learn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afaird that he wouldn't let me learn =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough of the damn (ness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, me and lashaun head towards to .. erh orchard road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw alot of &lt;em&gt;them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we head towards to plaza singapura.&lt;br /&gt;(this is where the TENSE COMES IN!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw 3 of them at yamaha!, lashaun freaked abit  . ignored.  erh folllowed abit. after that we decided to forget it and walk and roam around. after that we saw two of them at the CD shop that i suddenly forget how to spell the name =x saw freaking shock. i freaked. lashaun ignored. after she freaked . after that they walk pass me. saw his brother. together freaked. followed. lost sight. DAMN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER THAT. we saw that previous 3 again.&lt;br /&gt;than we continued to roam&lt;br /&gt;saw the two again.&lt;br /&gt;THAT FUCKING HELL LITTLE BROTHER GLARED AT ME!! FUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to basement.&lt;br /&gt;saw that 3 again =_=""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is still worried about the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LET ME LEARN ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-115011921660797108?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115011921660797108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=115011921660797108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115011921660797108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/115011921660797108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/damn_12.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114977216170169590</id><published>2006-06-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:09:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally decided something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to update my fanfic regularly&lt;br /&gt;and I'm going to post any drawing that i've drawn over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't likeit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're going to live with it !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114977216170169590?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114977216170169590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114977216170169590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114977216170169590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114977216170169590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-finally-decided-something.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114941082387246695</id><published>2006-06-04T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:47:03.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHhh~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking hell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from camp aka ATC camp. SUCKS totally, why? no time bathe, must rush alot. 3 DAYS 2 NIGHTS SOMEMORE!! walk so far to campsite some more!!! aghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough complaining,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sleepy, it's 4.39PM now, but i don't want to sleep.. you know why? cause i'm afaird that at night i cant sleep. and i want a good night sleep. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid campsite!! alot alot of blood suckers... AKA mosqito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went there is to feed mosqito!! not for camping.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drank cholrine whatever if we ran out of PURE water.&lt;br /&gt;mother fuck!!&lt;br /&gt;there's one boy in my group. real cute , but i won't say that name heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after that, 2nd day not so cute.&lt;br /&gt;last day. NOT CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and unfournatly for me, kok  hing aka my last time p5-6 class mate is at the same group with me ((FYI: HE diffrent school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son of the bitch, i'm aching and itching all over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING MOSQITO !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or however you spell that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114941082387246695?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114941082387246695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114941082387246695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114941082387246695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114941082387246695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/aggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114873818120422112</id><published>2006-05-27T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:56:21.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, i'm sooooo sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;sore throat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nose block&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drozzey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;What would happen next?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;above of all, i got quite good in results, my position for at my class was 8/40 =), and between both class which have 80 over peeps , mine was 18/80. not bad already huh? i pass all my subject exp for my .. maths.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jeez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's nothing to blog now., and my fucking idiotic bluetooth is still not working..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fuck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114873818120422112?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114873818120422112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114873818120422112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114873818120422112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114873818120422112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/05/gosh-im-sooooo-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114811393320005295</id><published>2006-05-20T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T16:32:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm-so-tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up early in the morning when the sky is still dark just to go NPCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to skip NPCC but than again.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh heh *countinues my sheepish laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shut up about laughter. i went for NPCC today because i have road marshall duty. VERY fun, must do it again next year. we directed all cars to their rightful postion.. there was twice when two diffrent uncles said "good morning" to me, and i'm thinking "good morning would be at 11" but i couldn't simply say that to him right? so i nodded and smile (rather forcefully) saying "good morning" to him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't i sweet? *can you tell that i'm being VERY sarcastic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after marshall duty, went to lashaun house. nothing much happened over there, i went there to watch "fei chang SUPERBAND!!" and i can't bare to see lucify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK lucify got elimated.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK, summer breeze SUCKS like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i blog yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday we took pictures for BOTH NPCC and class,&lt;br /&gt;i did the same pose for the informal wihich means --&gt; \m/ \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was about to blog again? (sorry my mum talk to me for a sec.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and after we came back nothing happened, got really bored in a result of getting lame and started to draw some maple charactors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/maple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Want a compare??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://image.mapleglobal.com/guide/ver2_img/intro_game_body_11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the 1st charactor. but the 2nd one i can't find the bloody picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thoese who plays maple will get what i mean... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114811393320005295?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114811393320005295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114811393320005295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114811393320005295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114811393320005295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114792992679326613</id><published>2006-05-18T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T13:25:26.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's offical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, this links to two things. lets start with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i held the 1st baton yesterday during npcc. thank god i went for npcc. during the day it started off quite badly as i get back my english results. FUCK i deproved (is there such words??) but still i pass all the subjects so far ^^. anyway back to the baton, i held the 1st baton yesterday, the feeling is &lt;em&gt;gooooooooooooood&lt;/em&gt;  i tell  you. oh it's not just like any other baton is an POLICE baton. there is a knob, a handler, a stalk and a tip. bla bla bla thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the other thing was today&lt;br /&gt;i woke up as usual but in the end i didn't go to school-- DONT ASK. and i found out that.. my lit .. is............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;40/50 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LIT. LIT ROCKS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114792992679326613?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114792992679326613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114792992679326613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114792992679326613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114792992679326613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-offical.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114723705402039696</id><published>2006-05-10T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:57:34.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey wass up with everyone now? okay basically i'm at home now, boring my fucking ass off.. so bored. nothing to do, just like any teenages that is bored around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok' i figured out that i'm talkin' crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, today home econs paper sucks totally, i mean i don't even know how to do some of the questions, why? i didn't study yesterday, geez i can't go on like this , if i go on like this, i'm going to FLUNK my mids . every tests. *sigh* i'm afraid that i would flunk and my rest of my life is going to be useless. i can't sing, i can't dance, i have no talents, and i sucked at any single topic.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY enough of the desperation alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to like : Maths. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;ALOT.ALOT.ALOT.ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot alot alot alot alot....&lt;br /&gt;i can go on if i want to but i don't want to cause it will fill out the whole page.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3(6&lt;em&gt;x+8y&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;18&lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt;+24&lt;em&gt;y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored, nothing to do here honestly, my life sucks, okay i promise not to say how suckie is my life ever again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY( gosh, i love that word) , what basically happened today was that i go to school, dragging my heavy shoes there, not wanting to go there, take attandance, went for home ec. test, after test, go to compass with he ying on the way met doreen and daphne and wei an and joelynn, walked together to compass, joelynn goes on a seperate way, go to compass, 2 "D"s and Wei an want to go eat, heying don't want i no money, end up he ying spending hers on sushi , got home. sleep. woke. downstairs to takeway my lunch &amp; dads. ate. blog. type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bored.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is the &lt;em&gt;NPCC, COPPRAL PROMOTION TEST ANYWAY?!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114723705402039696?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114723705402039696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114723705402039696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114723705402039696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114723705402039696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-wass-up-with-everyone-now-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114716735101914960</id><published>2006-05-09T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:35:51.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mikael.ca/burkmenbashi/howie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mikael.ca/burkmenbashi/howie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMMFSOABG!!!!! ( oh-my-mother-fucking-son-of-the-bitch-god!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew..&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that he is so cute...&lt;br /&gt;i thought he is just like someone who is like...&lt;br /&gt;james blunt&lt;br /&gt;ya know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who knew!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWIE DAY IS SOO FUCKING CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya the guy that is beside is howie day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of cause he is not as cute as nick carter.&lt;br /&gt;but he is really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLIDE RULEZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to reality, today math test is chicken, i tell you CHICKEN, paper 2 too, geez, mdm tan mei ting must be nuts to post such easy paper *scoffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, just now at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;www.youtube.com&lt;/a&gt;, i was like watching a whole movie of "scary movie 4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was freaking hiliaious, i tell you, OKAY i know that word is wrong alright!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, want was i going to say?? i forgot.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;OH and fall out boys are kinda good, honestly!! "Dance Dance" is nice " Sugar' we're going down " is nice too but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't abondon my BACKSTREET BOYS WHO WON THE BEST POP ARTIST FOR ASIA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know that i spell abodon wrongly. so shut up about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i guess that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was i'm going to type again? sorry was looking at some mtvs while typing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114716735101914960?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114716735101914960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114716735101914960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114716735101914960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114716735101914960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/05/ommfsoabg-oh-my-mother-fucking-son-of.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114688969841435088</id><published>2006-05-06T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:16:16.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whtafuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lemme tell roughly whtafuck (what-the-fuck.. lol i speak them very fast and it's pronnounce as "whtafuck__) anyway hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not posting alot these days cause i have these stupid idiotic pathetic ... mids years . *sigh* not a very good thing but at least after testing we can go home.. can't post up alot of pictures these days cause my stupid bluetooth is ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad just called need to go for lunch now. later i shall post k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your royal highness XD XD XD&lt;br /&gt;beatrice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm back let me tell ur roughly what happened just now during lunch. me , bro and dad went to rivervale plaza for lunch. got a hard time finding a place and my dad saw his line dancing friend who had 2 children which concidently to be one of my nchs senior. bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.. nothing much happened.. it was.. er. chinese paper 1 &amp; 2. paper 1 was freaking difficult and i was so fucked up that i messed up my hair soon after that. during break, me and he ying went to canteen to have some mee... infront of us was a few ah lians that i don't know, one of them cut the que and behind us was some naive junior. they went " aiyah!! they CUT QUE LA!!" thank god the ah bengs didn't heard them or they will be in BIG tourble. (&lt;em&gt;great , is till can't spell that word&lt;/em&gt; ) after when it's our turn, wei an and wei liang told us to let them cut que. i didn't know what to say, in the end they can't cut que cause he ying don't let we bought our mees and they qiao qiao (means conicdently) sat infront of us and i yelled " MEE IS VERY NICE TO EAT!!" wei an gave me the look that says "hmpph" in a joking way.. haha. and yesterday was NPCC day, woke up freaking early and dragged my bloody foot to the school, falling in by 7... AM... A-M!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday the yesterday was... oh maths paper1 and history, maths was freaking difficult and i have no time finishing that bloody paper , leaving 3-4 questions blank. history was okay and i wrote 4 papers and my-hand-aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* there was once florence-- my co-form teacher-- yelled out the window to yell at some sec 1 who is making a freaking din at the corridor at level one. i was freaking shock cause i was like half a sleep XD XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh and yesterday the yesteday me and he ying went to swensene to have some iceream. fuck it cost 8+ actually it's 6.80 we add some toppings that are 0.40 but after that plus GST. plus service charge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8.35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking hell 8.35 for some stupid 5 flavour ice-cream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whtafuck?!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114688969841435088?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114688969841435088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114688969841435088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114688969841435088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114688969841435088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/05/whtafuck-okay-lemme-tell-roughly.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114688916878753700</id><published>2006-05-06T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:23:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooowww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages since i went online and blog huH? oh well.. i want to do this superband introducing hehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait.. my computer is being mean..&lt;br /&gt;the images are not all the bands i'm just pointing out some of them... which i have comments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4854/super7ld.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is AMBER. they are OK but the guys that are circled in yellow ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they looked really gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they kinda rocks. but there was once that they sang dunno what song but it's refered as "retro" and it sucks totally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/39/super8iv.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepare to face &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE WORST BAND EVER IN HISTORY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not joking. they sucks. they could only 'made it' it's because they are the only girl band in the stupid superband ... there's once they sang "tic-tac-toe' by dunno who .. and they are sooo freaking act cute. and they sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mentioned that i hate them and they sucks and they is out?! mwhahahah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img60.imageshack.us/img60/8332/super7su.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is J3 they rocks. totally. the one on the 1st is guitar. i think.. the one circled is singing and me and lashuan thinks that he really looks like justin timberlake. the last one is the paino(er) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img60.imageshack.us/img60/9823/super9jn.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is.... JUZ B~~~~~ I *HEART* JUZ-B!! THEY ROCKS!! THEY ROCKS!! THEY ROCKs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img60.imageshack.us/img60/7367/super5zt.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is LUCIFY.. the band that made shermaine aka he ying go so crazy about them. they quite rock but there was once they kinda sucked. the one that is circled orange is the one i like. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img65.imageshack.us/img65/2821/super9pp.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shi-nuo-pi... actually the real english name is qidobe. or somehting like that. and they OMFMSOTBROCKS!!! (oh my fucking mother son of the bitch rocks!!) the one circled in cyan is the.. lui de hua (real name) haha aka andy lau. same CHINESE name with andy lau but diff name in english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/7600/super7pk.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and now.. prepare for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd worst band ever!!!!&lt;/span&gt;they sucked and they cannot fucking hell sing. the one circled in CYAN is v.v.v gay. the one circled in YELLOW is not a local and very act cool. the one circled in pink is so ..... her face is like need a beating or something, the one in purple looks so weird in the picture the only normal one is the girl that is not circled.. Geez! and the worst thing is. they.are.not.out.in.this.competion.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/2691/super9xd.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI LU PING!!! THEY ROCKS!! the one circled in green is called NIC and the one i like too he's sooo cute.. but of cause he's not cute as NICK CARTER!!! whahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 503px; HEIGHT: 522px" height="522" src="http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/2622/super4oo.png" width="547" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114688916878753700?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114688916878753700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114688916878753700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114688916878753700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114688916878753700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/05/woooowww-its-been-ages-since-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114623609845489087</id><published>2006-04-28T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:54:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya everything is &lt;em&gt;our &lt;/em&gt;fault !! we start to IGNORE you 1st we start to GIVING YOU THE COLD SHOULDERS 1ST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think that way. fine. be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya!! we have attitude PROBLEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!! you ask yourself &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what actually happen when you and &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; share secrets and when we ask you, you die die don't tell us, and when me &amp; he ying have secrets , you ask us, we don't tell you , you over there THROW TEMPER!?!&lt;br /&gt;What actually happen when you PS me during the school sports day on duty that time and leave me all alone with li qi and when i talk to you, you ignored me and continue talking with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; like i never exsisted!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;What actually happen when he ying do your homework and when the answers are wrong you blame on her?!&lt;br /&gt;what actually happen when you told us to accompany to go toilet or wherever is it with you , when we refused because we wanted to listen to the lessons, you THROW TEMPER!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can go on if i want too but i don't actually &lt;em&gt;bother &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't want to stick with us than DON'T LA!!! like we want to stick with you like that!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tolerate you very long le. if you still think that you can continue to torture us.&lt;br /&gt;you thought WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides. he ying is not someone who is easy to bully around okay, you think she what? she over there quietly tolerate you means she is easy to bully around lah????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ya la . our fault okay.&lt;em&gt; OUR FAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;heying &amp; me talk through phone about this, if you think that i have decided this myself you though wrong&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU guys don't know wtf am i talkin about. than never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today i was at school, when mr krishnan told us to write a composition about &lt;em&gt;a dream &lt;/em&gt;i thought that i could do better actually. i think i would post here a newer version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Dream &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many people say that if you think a lot about something a day, you might dream about it. Do you believe it? i guess it's true. How do I know it? Let's just say that i have an experience it before. Want to hear it? I bet you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened during December holiday when I just bought my idol's concert ticket. It was my 1st time going to a concert so I have no idea what actually going to happen and.. Let’s just say that I started to imagine things that are going to happen during the concert like one of my idol came to my seat and pick me up to the stage and many other stupid thoughts like that. I thought about them day and night, even when I’m lying on my sleep chamber!! I guess that I have been thinking about it so many times that I even dreamt about it.. I was entering the school by the back gate , swearing badly to myself about the heavy bag clung at my back, hating the teacher for torturing us making us bring such heavy books and despising the school for not installing lockers at our class room when some weirdness in the environment caught my thoughts. I looked around the entire school and was only greeted by a land of quietness; I frowned and looked at my Addias black watch. It was 7.15am. why isn’t anyone around this school? I shrugged the thought off and swore to think about it after I depose my annoying bag at the classroom later.  As I walked on, silence continued to greet me and I shivered abit, obviously I’m not used to the silence around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh my god!” I gushed out suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes widened and I instantly threw my heavy bag on to the ground, whole loads of weight get off my back and the feeling is great, but the sight in front of me is totally awesome. A very familiar man in his twenties is standing at the stairways looking as dashing as in his photos, magazines, and articles that I saw before. The man of my dreams.. I blurt out his name, not actually blurt out I kind of thought that I scream out. He turned around to my direction and gave a dashing smirk that I’m dying to see in real life. Surprisingly enough, he WINKED at me, I fished out a marker and a notebook from my bag and rushed towards him, as I approach him, my heart beat endlessly skipping a beat every time I went one stair higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“would you care to sign my notebook for me?” I chocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I looked like I’m fainting any single moment cause he gave me the look at says “please don’t faint” all over his facial expression. He took my marker and my notebook and signed it at the cover page, still looking at me with the caring look in his eyes. When he give me back my note book, I wanted more and start to fish out my cellular phone from my pocket urging him to take a picture with me. He smiled and reached for my cellular phone, ready to set it into camera mode. Every thing is so perfect with him by my side and a stupid bell ring ruins it all.I jerked awake. I guess every story that have an happy ending are stories that aren’t finished, even though the ending was a not satisfying one, the feelings and the mood that I dreamt in that dream is so real and by just grinning like a moron when I’m thinking of the dream it was one satisfying dream. My Perfect Dream…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh my god, i'm in love with the ending.. My .. Perfect.. Dream.. *sigh* i really had dreamt of this dream before. it's true. if anyone read this please comment about the whole thing. by the way the idol is NICK CARTER!! =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MId years are coming.&lt;br /&gt;you must buck up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FREAKING HELL STOP PLAYING THE FOR GOD SAKES COMPUTER!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114623609845489087?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114623609845489087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114623609845489087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114623609845489087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114623609845489087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/04/ya-everything-is-our-fault-we-start-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114613049852275915</id><published>2006-04-27T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T17:34:58.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is NOTHING wrong with &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing. if you want to be with her, so be it, just go with her!  so much for the "don't be so close with her" huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use your common senses will you?? THINK!she never talk to us during school days and only talked to us after school when no body accompany her back home and only talk to us during npcc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, isn't it obvious that she is using us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to be with her, just &lt;em&gt;go ,&lt;/em&gt;  don't you come crying when she start to ignore you, don't you come complainning when she start to ignore you, don't you even fucking hell dare to come to us when she ignore &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are we to you?  replacements?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to go with her just go and leave us alone, we did not glare at you alright, he ying say is &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;  start to glare at us, including fucking hell her. so fuck off from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm alone in the class with no friends it's okay. i fine with it anyway, these kind of friends better off without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;in case you guys who do not know what the hell am i typing about, it's okay &lt;em&gt;only the people who understand who is them will know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my dad. he sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a "16/20" for my always fail history test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put on the table for him to sign and all i get is a" there." *hands me the paper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate him. you sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class sucks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to get to 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114613049852275915?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114613049852275915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114613049852275915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114613049852275915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114613049852275915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-is-nothing-wrong-with-us.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114578016566790296</id><published>2006-04-23T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:21:36.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>agh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me???!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to force myself to do my science homework but i can't!! cause it's all about the atoms and stuff and i don't even understand one shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so without any choice i finished my "digestion" worksheet..&lt;br /&gt;when i took out my colour pencils to finish my orange drawing cause orange pwns us all. but i can't do it. my finger &lt;em&gt;hurts&lt;/em&gt; Something is wrong with me . period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i finally figured out what is wrong with my bloody blue tooth. you know what's happening??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fucking annoying asshole idiotic software is not installed into my computer. and that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally decided something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to type proper &lt;em&gt;english&lt;/em&gt; at blogs and conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must.&lt;br /&gt;type.&lt;br /&gt;proper.&lt;br /&gt;english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;must type proper english&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i got an awesome review from alot of ppl for the finally long awaiting chapter 14 - &lt;strong&gt;bloody hell &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. leme screenie it for you. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/scrennieeeee.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/scrennieeeee.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on it, an read XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol lashaun now called me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;said she want to type with me a story.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XD XD XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114578016566790296?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114578016566790296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114578016566790296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114578016566790296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114578016566790296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/04/agh-whats-wrong-with-me-i-tried-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114571971715822561</id><published>2006-04-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:28:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whahahahahahahhahahahahahaha~~~&lt;br /&gt;-i could go on if i want too- but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed a neeww skiinn&lt;br /&gt;orange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new song..&lt;br /&gt;Siberia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new everything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for the npcc day parade thing .. we were &lt;em&gt;told&lt;/em&gt; to fall in at 1. and that stupid mr.fabian lim cam at 1.30. nevermind. all is forgiven when we found out that he is fetching us on his car.&lt;br /&gt;laughed evillly and swore to spoil everything in his car. but in the end did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parade was quite fun. we did not invovled in marching or drilling but we are invovled in watching HAR HAR HAR! the idiotic teacher keep asking us "what area are we huh?" . hoonestly i felt like writing a board that says " WE ARE AREA 7 PLEASE STOP ASKING!!" but we did not have a board and a pen.. so.. even if we did have a board and a pen, we can't do it cause we will get pumpings for sir... we went "OMG THAT'S AMBROSE!!" when ambrose marched pass us with NCHS flag. we went "AAHH!! LIGHTING!!" when there are a few lighting storm above us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that when we got back, we have a burger for dinner for free. it was YUMMY i tell you. after that got the shock of my life when they said" WE HAVE TO GO COMPASS POINT IN FULL UNIFORM TO CHANGE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was terror i tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ran pass a westerner.&lt;br /&gt; not just a&lt;br /&gt;is a &lt;em&gt;group of freaking westerners.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE horror!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that me and li qi went to the nightmarket near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li qi nearly trumpled on a small kid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH MY FUCKING ASS OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was freaking hiliarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kid cried and her mother is pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;but.. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh my fucking god!! *breaks down laughing like a moron* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114571971715822561?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114571971715822561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114571971715822561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114571971715822561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114571971715822561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/04/whahahahahahahhahahahahahaha-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114551535252537745</id><published>2006-04-20T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:42:32.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is like my worst day in my life. (sort of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i woke up late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forget to sign that bloody late form thingy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;found out that got history &amp; lit test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quarreled with friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took taxi there and back. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to be broke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh joy&lt;/em&gt; and 6 is my lucky number.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and there is another, i have a huge pimple. right under my fucking mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;let's start with number one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a dream, telephone rang, woke up , freaked out. the 1st thing i said was "oh my god." the telephone was the teacher who rings up students that didn't come, i freaked, changed, ate, grab my bloody bag. i ran down and tried to flag down a cab but to no avil, waiting pissed off, and finally found a cab, flag it down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;few mintues later..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wheepiee! (note the sarcasm) reached school&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;climbed out of the cab, ran into the general office to get the stupid late form, grab a pen and realized that i forget to bring watch and didnt know how to fill in the form (that's what you get for being a two goody-two-shoes) asked the teacher how to fill and got a snap in reply. pissed off gave the form to mr. mootu (or however you spelt that) ran up to class figure out that the whole class is going to music room, followed them to music room. got back to class, figured out that i forget to tell the teacher to sign &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;number 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;it's PW (no not password it's Project Work) class is in chaos (as usual), saw a few students studying history, asked them innocently "hey, are we having a test today?" they nod back in reply freaked out, got very fusrated cause the class is freaking nosiy, grabed my history book and went to the back of the class , started studying. test turned out to be surpirsingly easy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;number 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;CME period, saw the "journal" that we four bought (me, siti, li qi and heying) found out that li qi copied my word of style, get really irrated and annoyed , went slightly crazy, start to scribble at the entry" na bei, don't copy me la!!" than started to quarrel, got more crazy and start to say to he ying " EVERYTIME QUARREL IS I'M THE ONE WHO SAY SORRY!!" &lt;-- that's so fucking true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;number 5 &amp; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;read number 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just got a message from li qi she said&lt;br /&gt;"You all haven say u all want me in or out of your group if you wan me out, fine, i think mui hwee is ready for my envy place in your devil group"&lt;br /&gt;got really stressed out and fucked out replied (in my so-called "perfect" english too&lt;br /&gt;"we did not say mui hwee is going to replace and we have no intention of that, you are the one thinking that, and we have been thinking very long whether want to break our friendship or not and still is currently discussing. ask siti" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i mean for got sakes. please stop copying me. i made it clear ages ago that i slammed it down into you head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO NOT FREAKING HELL COPY MY STYLE&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT FREAKING HELL COPY MY ART&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT FREAKING HELL COPY MY TASTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;which part of them don't you understand?!&lt;br /&gt;i have tolerated you very long since day 1&lt;br /&gt;everytime quarrels i'm the one who says sorry even if i'm not in the fault.&lt;br /&gt;everytime you copy me, i tolerated it sliencely and yet you claim that you do them&lt;br /&gt;fuck off&lt;br /&gt;fuck off from my life.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you&lt;br /&gt;shut up&lt;br /&gt;is everything in my life suck? (exp for BSB)&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;does it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES IT!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;agh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank god i'm going to the movies later on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114551535252537745?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114551535252537745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114551535252537745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114551535252537745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114551535252537745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/04/shit-man.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114466354852998471</id><published>2006-04-10T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:05:49.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freakin' hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, what a good way to start my day, once i entered the classroom today morning i was created by a rather loud maple game aguement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone in this class (2c) shut the fuck up about maple?!&lt;br /&gt;i mean shut the fuck about maple will ya?! it's getting on my nerves. and if your wondering what's happening.. look at that picture below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img158.imageshack.us/img158/9493/mp3yo.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. FREAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;shut the fuck up about maple dude.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to talk about maple. just talk about it after school.&lt;br /&gt;and if your wondering wtf is maple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maplesea.com/"&gt;http://www.maplesea.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;i know your 1st impression was "omg, how cutee!!"&lt;br /&gt;ya right. go to maple and download it, it's just a person hitting a particular monster and whack whack whack until you killed it and you gain experence and you would level up and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;shut the fuck up about maple dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is what they say in the "introducing the game"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Among the familiar characters, the wide range of freedom, and interesting factors that allow you to enjoy the game from various angles, you will also find out that what you thought of as just an online game is merely just a portion of a plateful of fun MapleStory can provide.In addition to all the factors that the existing online games have, throw in the unusual minigames, various events, and a variety of backgrounds that transcend time, and before you know it, you will find yourself glued to MapleStory.&lt;br /&gt;MapleStory is an online game that uses a side-scroll format, which is entirely different from the 3-D or quarter-view formats that are prevalent in most games. It allows you to jump or climb ladders, emphasizes arcade-like dynamic to the game play, and doesn't have confusing perspective transitions so it's easily approachable for anyone to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From clothes and hair styles to earrings and shoes, most of the wearable items in the game are shown on the screen as worn by the characters. It goes beyond merely distinguishing the items from those of others with vague colors and forms, and allows you to visually enjoy the items themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In MapleStory, unique and bizarre items appear alongside the usual items that are available in most common games. Unexpected items appear as weapons and clothes to give you the kind of fun simply unavailable in other games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters featured in the game display humongous heads and feature a ton of hilarious facial expressions to draw a smile to your face. Cute, charming monsters, various events, and minigames within the game are all available for you to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The towns are featured in their own, very distinctive ways, which allows the users to fully appreciate the different dynamics each town has to offer. Small details such as the scrolling background that follows the character's movement only adds to the beauty of the game in itself. As for the attacking skills, the higher the level of skills, the flashier, the skills get, making each attack a dynamic, eye-pleasing experience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;i mean did you seen the poll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/5804/mp9fl.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how stupid is it?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they have this stupid prepaid card thingy&lt;br /&gt;and it cost $10 for each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's more ex than habbohotel. which i didn't play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agghghhhhhgghghg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's useless in our class. i swear it's useless staying in my class aka 2c&lt;br /&gt;cause the whole day they were talking about maple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP ABOUT MAPLE DUDE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114466354852998471?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114466354852998471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114466354852998471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114466354852998471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114466354852998471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/04/freakin-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114422226633272658</id><published>2006-04-05T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:31:06.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess where am i??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm now at school's computer lab. for the stupid .. e-learning maths thingy thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm starting to like maths... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lab is noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher blabbering about stuff that i know but i dont want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote. and i quote "click on the subject"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subject? click?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay just realized his talking about the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looks like a china guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 are noisy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the "cool" de is siting down and the geeks the are standing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114422226633272658?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114422226633272658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114422226633272658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114422226633272658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114422226633272658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/04/guess-where-am-i-okay-im-now-at.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114397152823225301</id><published>2006-04-02T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:52:08.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it really fucking difficult to see one fucking movie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today me and my family toogether go plaza sing to catch a movie. was happy until the movie came, we went to buy the movie and my father go " so expensive, just wait for the dvd can le what" i gave him de "fuck off." face. he ignored me and contiuned to start his whinning. after that we went for lunch, got a cute guy serving us, cheered up abit, and than time's up we went to carefour to get some sweets than went to the theater. was siting at the seats when my brother and my dad keep critizing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried . honestly i cried. i cried onces the lights dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you fucking really think that i go to movies with you all just because dad is paying?&lt;br /&gt;do you fucking really think that i really want to go with you all?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think like that, fine, next time i go with my friends instead.i won't go with you guys anymore. i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate hate hate hate hate YOU!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114397152823225301?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114372237800448042</id><published>2006-03-30T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:43:30.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Punk Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/punk-rocker.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to rock, you don't follow any rules&lt;br /&gt;You know that rocking out is all about taking down the man&lt;br /&gt;You've got an incredible stage presence and rock persona&lt;br /&gt;You scare moms, make bad girls (or boys) swoon, and live life on the edge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;HA! i'm a rocker?!click here to find out which stupid rocker that u are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ah well. today got the npcc resershal.. (shit i still can't spell that word) and i skipped XD XD the feeling is so good. after school went to compass point to get some food, eat chocolate donut. it was SO damn nice haha. after that meet lashaun &amp; stef, talked talked talked.. oh my god i thought i should post this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Monster Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/monster15.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lethal Vampire&lt;br /&gt;You Feast On: Grass&lt;br /&gt;You Lurk Around In: Corn Field&lt;br /&gt;You Especially Like to Torment: Priests &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Monster Name?&lt;/a&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;*LAUGH MY FAT ASS OUT!!* omg i like to torment priests XD XD XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we changed seats yesterday..and i'm sitting with daphne.. and at that back.. &lt;em&gt;joy&lt;/em&gt; (being sarcastic if you didn't notice) but never mind, i sit there very quiet de.. no talking.. finally can concerate in my studies XD XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh my fucking god, i just got a phone call by that stupid shi yan saying that yesterday's parade got mark attendance !! AHHH!! #$%^ *lets out a stream of cruses*&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;OMG..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="466" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/1474b3bb.jpg" width="460" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;are they RICH OR WHAT?! I WANT IT!! I WANNNTT ITTT!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/d12dc1ef.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whahahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha *starts laughing mentally*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love being the MOTM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mwhahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mwhahahaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mwh-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shit tml got NPCC =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114372237800448042?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114372237800448042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114372237800448042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114372237800448042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114372237800448042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-are-punk-rocker-when-it-comes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114326918193482860</id><published>2006-03-25T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:46:21.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thinking of backstreet boys i will get high- again . i don't know why. it all started when i bought "teenage" and i saw backstreet boys articale of a concert ((24th jan)) i freaked.&lt;br /&gt;freaked. and freaked. and freaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Pon Npcc yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHAHA~ the feeling is soooo good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to lashuan's house with stef-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGHH&lt;br /&gt;MY DRINK JUST SPILLED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baackk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to lashuan's house get high bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday during science lesson i cried for nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n-o-t-h-i-n-g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually he ying was in a baaad mood  and i said why does she like not shuang like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she started complaining to siti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked" leme seee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siti say " it's about you laa!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt gloomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than went for wu shu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shi jun "what happen?''&lt;br /&gt;me." .... "&lt;br /&gt;teacher" what happen?"&lt;br /&gt;Me."....'&lt;br /&gt;Wei an "ehh what happen? why she cry?"&lt;br /&gt;me "..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i said "...."? because i don't even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than in wu shu we have to walk the gao qiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaha~~ siti was at the fence there and shi jun took out on of the gao qiao... WHAHAHHAHA~ than only left one siti didn't dared to come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than shi jun and wei an "quarreled"* because of her .cause they both didn't know how to make siti come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&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/21091801-114326918193482860?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114326918193482860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114326918193482860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114326918193482860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114326918193482860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-hello-omg-just-thinking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114311811356124259</id><published>2006-03-23T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:55:55.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit man yesterday npcc reshersal for the stupid school what shit. today NPCC - need to help move stuff. tml friday - NPCC parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau! i see board tml still got lessons lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aghhhh! feel like pon dan (or however you spell that bloody word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after npcc.. moved finished the stuff , me li qi and sereen together walk to compass point qiao qiao met Lashuan, Jia Yuan, JEAN ( whahaa ~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started talking.. finally decided to go with them instead of li qi and sereeen, and we sat at the lrt there started talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was waiting for stephine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard a gang quarreling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lady come and ask us where is our school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard the gang one of the girl yelled ((In Chinese)): CALL THE POLICE LA!! YOU CALL POLICE I SCARED AH!!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laaashuuuaaannn~!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="808" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/Pic-0425.jpg" width="821" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean trying to lick her grossful shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="713" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/Pic-0424.jpg" width="648" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that she tried to like lashuan's shoe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw stephing, branda and zi ling coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jean, jia yuan freaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; lashuan was like "-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk talk talk, the gang come us and ask about what did that lady asked us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she say the lady crazy de - ignored her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk talk talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly talk about jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.v.v.v. lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: got a guy walking across the road, than got an accident why he is not dead???&lt;br /&gt;Me: cause he is hurt not dead?&lt;br /&gt;Stef: no&lt;br /&gt;Jean: why?&lt;br /&gt;Lashuan: ya why?&lt;br /&gt;Stef: because he heng what!&lt;br /&gt;all exp for her: CHEY!~&lt;br /&gt;Stef: got a guy saw two ppl fighting , but he died why?&lt;br /&gt;all exp for her: (dont feel like guessing) why? just say&lt;br /&gt;Stef: because he suay what!!&lt;br /&gt;all exp for her: CHEEY!&lt;br /&gt;lashuan: wah lau i want to hit you lei!(show fist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk talk talk suddenly talk about ghost story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef say de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a girl and a guy they together for months than the girl say "you cannot break up with me cause if you do i would commit sucided(or however you spell that) " the boy promised her that he would stay together forever. one day they quarreled, the boy broke up with her . the girl called him before commit sucided saying" today before 12 midnight, you have to bathe and you have to hide under the bed because a ghost would come and find you" and she commit sucided without the boy knowing . at night the boy was at his room sleeping and the clock chimed it's 11PM now, he thought of the words of the girl told him and decided to follow, he bathed and lay down one his bed and he heard footsteps sound..&lt;br /&gt;"pok.. pok... pok.."(foot step sounds)&lt;br /&gt;he was very afarid and hid under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;"pok .. pok .. pok.."&lt;br /&gt;the footstep sounds started to get louder .. and louder..&lt;br /&gt;he closed his eyes as he heard a door creak open..&lt;br /&gt;"eeyy? his not here...." (in chinese in a very scary voice and high pitched)&lt;br /&gt;*pok.. pok... pok..*(footsteps)&lt;br /&gt;"eeeyy.. i found him..." ( in chinese and the same tone)&lt;br /&gt;the room suddenly became quiet.. and the boy thought the ghost is gone and than he opened his eyes and saw the girl's head was upside down looking at him , smirking.&lt;br /&gt;the girl died with her head hitting the ground and that's why the girl is looking at him with her head upside down.. if the boy didn't followed her advise, he wouldn't see the girl's ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aggh very scary right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the heying picture is currently kena scolding because of the picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114311811356124259?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114311811356124259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114311811356124259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114311811356124259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114311811356124259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114258599155255327</id><published>2006-03-17T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:08:34.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bOoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm addicted to this video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGxs2oamkI8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick look so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my self a MP4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i didn't make up that bloody word there&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; such thing as a MP4 and MP4 allows you to put in videos and pictures and texts and of cause songs, and it causes 299 bucks for it! i pay them buy monthly installment MWHAHA want to see the pictures? wait ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00009.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the playing mp3 song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00010.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes it's hilary duff song - wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00022.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;video - BEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00020.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol same video la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;menu i love the menu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;by the way, i went to orchard to get my cell back yesterday, after that we walk around..(we as in me and li qi) bla bla bla after that i went to my aunt house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 403px; HEIGHT: 392px" height="518" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00001.jpg" width="403" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol this is the picture i took at the MRT .. im addicted to ice age so face it &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 406px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="443" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00002.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another random shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute? of cause whahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went home found some really really cute pictures of Nick( and abit of others)..&lt;br /&gt;fuck it's loading very very long.. hmph aGH STUPID HELL!! LOAD FASTER IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/7d228479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is brian with his son baylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/e4a809c6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg look at his hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/650300c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT HOT HOT!! CAN'T BREATHE!!*faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/634ee22b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wakes up from faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NIcK: OOHH MONEY!! MINE!!AND I WON!!GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY KEVIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kevin: MWHAHA!! MINE!!! *grabs before nick grabs it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brian: *sigh* kevin i guess you better give back his money before he wacks you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Howie: huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AJ: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(beside you see the hand?)&lt;/span&gt; i'm not playing *walks off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new book mwhaha and i finished it by a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the series of unfortunate events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book.... 7 .. it think.. or was it 6?no wait it's 8&lt;br /&gt;very nice book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to see some really random icons?&lt;br /&gt;there YOU go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/mytoe.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol my toe... you suck my toe dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/z8508487.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/do5bpf_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i love this one (top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/bgslft.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/th29.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/4468104.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/1h3vhy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/6fa01f54.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/th29694.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/ffffffff2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/thth1e2gxl.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/nooo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/thCowMoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/xr31f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/90obbp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/5lta8h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/5lt9us.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/5cn3au.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIKE OMg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/th321hgf564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coookkkieee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/z4353582.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my name is : uh good question WHAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/th2jhd11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/9jglf9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/thiamawesome.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh agree or die!!! you heard it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/th76d3b0fe.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh ya *sarcastic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/t-38944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/9226fbac425ea3c11f245304123b1832142.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/90pzk6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not really.. i love to shop when i have the money MWHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/2iqkd1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/5279474.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*CHOKES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/6tegs3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/others71.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAHHAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/boo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be afarid.. be very afarid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/59656e06abcce9d84095c058b88e41d76209828.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;staarrss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/5o8bb8.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/wink.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/1061933.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BOOOOO!! WHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/5490b11c.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/z3767070.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/spongebob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SPONG BOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/nz1as.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/lionking11.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/z4406531.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol ya politness week is over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/z6833734.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*laughs evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/chocolatetherapy.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/OnTuesdaysWeWearPink.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the one i love the most is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v456/jmacs_bombshell55/70ddo9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason? simple , two words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACKSTREET BOYS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114258599155255327?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114258599155255327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114258599155255327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114258599155255327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114258599155255327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/03/booo-i-think-im-addicted-to-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114190861523129883</id><published>2006-03-09T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:50:15.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-R-E-A-T!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my mum is showing attitude again.. must be quarrel with my father lorh.. annoying.. every time quarrel WHEN CAN THEY STOP FUCKING HELL QUARRELING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stabs annoying at the fucking sitution at my house now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the BRIGHT side, i'm going to camping in like what? 2 days? hmm friday.. saturday.. ya .. 2 days. and it's not leisure camp, it's the ALTC .. [A]ll [L]evel [T]raining [C]amp.. Yea! so long no camp .. still got dragon boating!! MWHAHAHA~ and the school whatever shit is coming up le!! wah lau i was tricked by involving in it lorh, should be last year de.. than the stupid shu ting say what pick up litter than what what shit de. siti partically forced me to be in it.. so no choice lorh.. then when shu ting told us the truth .. my 1st impression was&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK LA!!"&lt;br /&gt;appearantly we are suppose to march only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust my my marching sucks like hell hmm not sucks like hell but only stopping sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dismissed . shermaine went missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-I-S-S-I-N-G!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i mean was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag was there&lt;br /&gt;Cellular is there&lt;br /&gt;Waterbottle is there&lt;br /&gt;Wallet is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the person is MISSING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally freaked cause we actually thought that she is kipnapped haha! and we are suppose to go for a movie (big mama two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but found her in the end.. haha cause she suppose to have library duty then she pon ma.. and so therefore she was kipnapped by the library teacher. she got out of it in the end..soo whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum show attidude again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she also show attidude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being sarcastic okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great tml npcc need to bring full U, saturday &amp; sunday Camp also need to bring full U .. later the full U stinks like hell don't blame me ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, tml is service day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day that we walk around with a combination of a sec1+2+3+4  the neighbour hood and go door to door knocking tellin them to what what what crime prevention what what what de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh JOY and i'm being with some few ppl that i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TML NEED TO BRING PT KIT OR NOT???????????????????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114190861523129883?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114190861523129883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114190861523129883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114190861523129883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114190861523129883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-g-r-e-t-i-think-my-mum-is.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114155291355707254</id><published>2006-03-05T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:01:53.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stress this few days, fuck that thing, yesterday me and my mum went to my aunt's house, from at afternoon till night around 11 plus.. my aunt's house was at the admiraty road there (fuck i can't spell that word) very boring cause my cousin kiara not there, my cousin debbie also not there, only my cousin eddie there, than he playing dota..so they talk while i stare into spaces loh haha talk talk talk .. talk until very boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/752b62d0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see.. even my aunt's dog koochi also sian until she go sleep sia .. *sigh* bla bla bla after that we when for dinner at my aunt house there, i eat the fried noodles ah.. than very full i didn't even eat finish that bloody food, after that we took bus home, we stop by north way point and walk the nightmarket there, i wanted to buy a ear piece for my cellular, what the fuck sia fuking expensive.. so never buy.. than we went inside to drink something, we drank the macdonald milk shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00697.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00698.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;i drank the chocolate de, than the milkshake still cause 2.20 bucks fuck de lorh, even mos burger cheaper sia, and the milkshake so freaking sweet sia!! don't ever drink the villina de.. (shit i still can't spell that bloody word) but there the macdonald very nice sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00699.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but outside got alot of ppl smoke la.. *sigh* dont understand why people theese days love to smoke.. *sigh* after that milkshake we when home(finally!~) than got this girl &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;lol she didn't know i took her picture la, but whatever , she keep diaoing me hor and i'm like "fuck la what the fuck are you diaoing at?!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some really Random Picture&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00689.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol no comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00680.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bad shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00683.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bloody hell loh! walk half way than the bus come haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00694.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another pointless shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay enough of yesterday .. hm today right i do the .. drawing that shi jun told me to help him draw le..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00704.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one side of the paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00703.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other side la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is not the whole picture okay, but i dun feel like scanning cause my scanner bloody long de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nothing to type le&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh and yesterday i took a new picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i love that picture haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114155291355707254?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114155291355707254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114155291355707254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114155291355707254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114155291355707254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh-so-stress-this-few-days-fuck-that.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114139330387560926</id><published>2006-03-03T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:51:23.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh &lt;em&gt;Joy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u cant tell by the tone; i'm being sarcastic here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orh why ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay .. i failed my maths.. (lol it's not like that it's the 1st time ....), Chinese. (overall i pass!!), History (plah!) , Sicence (boring shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-4 =.. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, i pass only 3 subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. not really currently waiting for the stupid mr.krishanna or however his name i spelt to give us back my ENglish~ paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried today in wu shu, lol! why? because we have to step the tall tall hell thingy which you can't even blance. as you know your royal highness AKA me have been terrified of heights ever since.... i found out lol, it all started during chinese new year and i climbed up of my cousin's double bunk bed--- i didnt dare to climb down lol. ANYWAY, i wore that thing i scream when i stand up with siti and li qi holding my hands to make me blance and siti is like "blance! blance" and i'm like "noo cannot i scared of heights!" and started crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today NPCC really slack.,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very slack as in really very slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slack-slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really slack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh~ next saturday ALTC camp! aka [A]ll [L]evel [T]rainning [C]amp ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i meet one very knn Junior, still NPCC de.. sec 1 this year so fucking slack lorh.. they like 3-4 hours games lei! we last year 1st parade already learn "serandi ri" and "serandi ya" liao, i mean NCO and mdm pei en let they sec 1 to like show attidude lorh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lan ey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better dun let me the same group with that chee bye sec 1 sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lan jiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay dun say le, if not ... later bad mood mwhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today zuo heng went to compasss point with us (( li qi , Siti &amp;amp; Me )) siti told him to take the bloody uniform that freaking heavy because she is on cell. after that, li qi told him to take for him and he took it for her, bla bla bla walk walk walk joke joke joke. than zuo heng hang li qi's hanger (the full U in it) and her hanger's broke LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to compass point ate burgur king and zuo heng looked at us eat.. okay not really. siti and li qi treaated him for helping to carry the full U i didn't cause he didn't take my thing LOL!~ anyway went home taking 119&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just realized that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;my guitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and my guitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aka FLAMED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ROCKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;might as well turn me into a guitar.. LOL&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/21091801-114139330387560926?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114139330387560926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114139330387560926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114139330387560926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114139330387560926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114113340359534370</id><published>2006-02-28T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:30:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY I VERY FUCKED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCKING STRESS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chee bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW, test finish alright .. should be okay de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lan jiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that fucking thing la!! (the thing that i mention yesterday) FUCK DE LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW HERE DIE THERE DIE CHEE BYE LA!!&lt;br /&gt;U STRESS THIS I STRESS ABOUT YOU LEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAN JIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAN &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;PASS MATHS THAN KEEP OVER THERE HAO LIAN!! - endu..&lt;br /&gt;everything is okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LA! DIE HERE DIE THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME SITI NOW YOU!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGHGHHGHAHAJHGHGHGHGHASLKSJALK LAS JADLD ANSDJLISD CASDL KUCR90N421 WQDKNAK AIEOFPD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY FUCK UP RIGHT NOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCKER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114113340359534370?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114113340359534370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114113340359534370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114113340359534370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114113340359534370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-i-very-fucked-fucking-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114104225770882447</id><published>2006-02-27T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:10:57.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is offically pissing me off...&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT FUCKING NELLY LA STILL GOT WHO!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chee bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she thought that she have many friends than she would win, she thought that she have the fucking ass hole rich girl in her side than can win. FUCK HER LA! made he  ying cry somemore, still over there say " you think you cry than i would let you win?" fuck you la, like you never cry at the 1st place. your started crying 1st. already said that LET THE MATTER REST alright, still over there kao bei kao bu, think she so pro... chee bye. which freaking part of "LET THE MATTER REST" she didnt know? english fail is it? lan jiao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough of venting, i'm sure you wanted to know what have happen right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charactors involved:&lt;br /&gt;Daphne,&lt;br /&gt;Wei An&lt;br /&gt;Nelly,&lt;br /&gt;He Ying&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Siti&lt;br /&gt;Jia min&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay daphne and wei an is stead (which means girl-boy friend) nelly spread the rumors that He ying like Wei an. so when nelly walked pass OUTSIDE the class, he ying said : big mouth : but's its not refering to her, she misunderstood, thinking that she's talking about her , and over that start to make a big fucking fuss out of it, after that after recuess.. Daphne asked He Ying&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: You got diao(which means GLARE) at nelly right?&lt;br /&gt;He Ying: No , it's Nelly Diao me 1st&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: but Nelly said that you diao her lei&lt;br /&gt;He Ying : No loh!&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: NELLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelly come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: He Ying say she never diao you is you diao her 1st&lt;br /&gt;Nelly: no loh than you scold me big mouth for what?&lt;br /&gt;He ying: then you spread the rumors that i like wei an for what&lt;br /&gt;Nelly : i dun have lor (runs away goes into the class and started crying )&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice: *thinking: Nelly hum chee (means scared)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: okay la lets make the matter rest okay.. don't talk about this okay?&lt;br /&gt;me, siti, heying, li qi: OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla after maths test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelly: wah lau you diao me for what?!&lt;br /&gt;He Ying: i dun have lorh!!&lt;br /&gt;(they keep repeating the same stuff)&lt;br /&gt;me: AIYAH!! YOU NEVER DIAO HER! SHE NEVER DIAO YOU! THEN NEVER DIAO THAN NEVER DIAO LA!! SHUT UP ABOUT LA!!! CHEE BYE!!&lt;br /&gt;(siti claps)&lt;br /&gt;ME: lan jiao la!!&lt;br /&gt;siti: which part of "LET THE MATTER REST" you don't understand!?&lt;br /&gt;NellY: (diao siti abit ) wha lau i never diao he ying loh&lt;br /&gt;(he ying start to cry because she didn't diao her)&lt;br /&gt;Wei an: wah lau, just now nelly cry now he ying cry.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than they quarrel quarrel quarrel until teacher comes.. after school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia min: wha lau! want to setter, setter ownself ma call teacher for what?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinking: lan jiao la is teacher force siti to say one loh*&lt;br /&gt;melissa: wah lau it's he ying fault lorh.. *goes to kbkb ing*&lt;br /&gt;Me: FUCK LA!! ... *quarrels*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the story is, nelly's at the wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEE BYE STILL GOT THE GUTS TO KAO BEI KAO BU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAN JIAO LA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEE BYE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*under great pressure of stress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starts to glare at nelly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAN JIAO I SWEAR TO GOD, DON'T YOU EVER START TO TIO ME OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEE BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE YING IS NOT THAT KIND OF PEOPLE WHO LET YOU BULLY ONE LIKE MR SEE AND JAMES OKAY!! AT LEAST HER FRIENDS (AKA me, li qi, siti) WILL HELP HER! NOT LIKE YOUR PIG FRIENDS WHOM ONLY KNOW HOW TO KAO BEI OUTSIDE AND WON'T TAKE ACTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very fustrated now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU  NELLY!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114104225770882447?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114104225770882447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114104225770882447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114104225770882447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114104225770882447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/fuck-her-she-is-offically-pissing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114085024967148686</id><published>2006-02-25T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:54:15.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i SWEAR! i wanted to put in the slide show of jean but appearently there is some bloody hell errors in the html and i cannot put them into it AGHH it's getting so fucking annoying so i guess i would post like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aww Jean.. are You SHY?! comon. i know chong jun is going to like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*cough* ChongJun's Fav part of her Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00245.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00245.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jean with her cam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00247.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Awww.. Jean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sexy Fingers huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Full Verison OF Jean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;... ZoooM in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sexy Legs!! ((sorry Stef told me to write this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there's a full version of jean zoom in and now introducing the ZOOM OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CERDITS GOES TO STEF FOR THE PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay enough of jean.. now for the stupid PUB thingy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00633.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWHAHAHA!~! mdm la!! still got who? but it's non offical de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00629.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is then the offical one lor!! Me( the one with the cheesy smile) beside me is your royal highness *sarcastic* SITI, beside her the one whos head like cut abit de. is li qi, and infornt of li qi is MDM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00624.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!! and Serene!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME and Li qii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OMG! I HAVE A PICTURE TAKEN WITH YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS!! *sarcastic* ok la it's me and siti la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li qi, Me, and your royal Highness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE bloody PUB thing! i shouldn't have go!! bloody hell!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;01. the girl whom is talking about it is so freaking proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;02. the tables SUCKS!! so small.. so spoilt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;03. no food allowed hell!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;04. Test so freaking diffcult!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;05. the girl talk about it just talk and talk and talk..never wait for us to copy down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;06. bloody audit worksheet so freaking difficult!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;07. the bloody test very difficult!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;08. NO TIME LEARN LA!! HELLO! WE HAVE COMMON TEST LEI!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;09. stupid gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. THE test is set with 3 sets, each ppl get diff set.. so cannoit copy bloody hell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the only good thing about it is we can have the cert and the badge if we past.. IF.. &lt;em&gt;IF!!!! &lt;/em&gt;god!! thank god it's over!! after that when we were at the foot court...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay this is the foot court&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the fooot court is clean , big everything that looks so perfect ..i thought it will be good and stuff.. mdm told us that we have 1 hour to eat until the bus came.. okay fine, when walking around to look for food .. looked at price and nearly got the heart attack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's so freaking expensive!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no choice, dun felt like eating walked back to the table which we shared with mdm, mdm ashikin took out her wallet and gave me 50 bucks , telling me to buy french fries for the rest of the ppl , each table got 5 ppl or so.. so got.. 20/5= 4.. thanked mdm, bryan.. oh you dunno which one right? wait ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/bryan.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the NON offical the picture of bryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bryan walked to mdm saying " YOU ROCK MDM!!" with both his arms up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bla bla bla after that eat and chat with mdm, took some really really random pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00639.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NON-offical; Stef and Branda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-offical;Stef, branda and mdm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00641.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NON-offical; Li qi (she didn't know i took this picture with this pose)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that was chatting with mdm , mdm decided to call the bus driver to come.. was told that the bus driver is called : MR. HANDSOME. TAN (or something that sounds like handsome) got the laugh that nearly crap my pants after that when waiting for bus..&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;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are talking about .. stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/xbeatricezx/DSC00642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in twos and infront of the stairs waiting for the bus, thank god didn't sit, cause its so embrassing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we are suppose to alight at school but i susgessted to alight us at compass point mdm asked us to vote , we all agreed .. on the way there, suddenly got a bit of high, mdm told us to do the "kallang wave" in the bus, and we did, got a bit more of high, rocco told mdm to let him alight at his house cause its like very fang bian (which means on the way) so when rocco alighted we all when " BYE ROCCO!! BYEE!! BYEE!! BYEE!!" get abit more of high , after that alighted at compass point, "stalk" mdm every where she goes, until she entered metro and told us to buzz off so we did, stayed there till around 7.. (we alighted at 5) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thats all.. i guess. *sigh* im so bored..&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/21091801-114085024967148686?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114085024967148686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114085024967148686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114085024967148686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114085024967148686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-swear-i-wanted-to-put-in-slide-show.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114043571960384792</id><published>2006-02-20T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:41:59.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/reply.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/wei%20an.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aghh im sick again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday the yesterday i'm down with sore throat, yesterday i'm down with more serious sore throat and serious flu WITH a bit of feverish, today i'm down with fever. geezz my medic are soo big pills. *sigh* i hate medics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00612.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00612.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see!! all my medics!!!! the anti-botatic(spelling?) is the BIGGEST pill of all!! esp for the green one la ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agh im starting to hate my class.. why? becuz our class 's classmates (some of them only) SUCK ASS here is one of the examples..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/wei%20an.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/400/wei%20an.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wat is my reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/reply.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/400/reply.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u can't see anything then never mind hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today is brian's ((the Bsb one okay!!) BIRTHDAY!! soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Haapppyyy Birthdayyyy tooo You!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Happpyyy Birthdaaaayyy tooo (pause) You!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Happ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;(looks at brian's o.O face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay okay i will stop now *shows brian the stuck out tounge face* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!! as if he will read my blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to write le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114043571960384792?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114043571960384792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114043571960384792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114043571960384792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114043571960384792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/aghh-im-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114014266970746110</id><published>2006-02-17T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T10:17:49.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i hate him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that bloody idiotic asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.. i mean no stead doesnt mean that you can have a chance to play a prank on someone what right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody fucking idiotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucker lor.. im the one who is the victim .. he still kao bei kao bu.. asshole no wonder siti so angry sia....today after wu shu we walked back to class.. then janah gave a letter to siti , siti reading i so kpo the go read also lor.. then all i see is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello fellow,&lt;br /&gt;who the fuckingly hell heard from that i like you ..........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that all i can see i was like "huh? what the hell is fuckingly?" it's not even a word dude.. then the next thing i know is that siti slamming the door yelling something malay including a "Na bei~" at janah and she rushes off to someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes* so much for the "happy valentine day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stabs fork at the class photo at him *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Mean hello!!! since when my taste gone so bad?! he is fucking shorter then me dude! i bet he is even like shorter then... (aherms gluttony) although he is bloody bald and black.. wah lau lorh comon lo!!!!!! thank god that i didn't say yes during the time that he called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS the one who called me&lt;br /&gt;HIS the one who said that he like me&lt;br /&gt;HIS the bloody idiot who spelt fucking wrongly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still dare to come and write that bloody letter to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i didn't write back ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday going out with siti.. i think going to suntec sia.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siti lost lei.. dunno where she go.. *something tells me that she is going to yell at someone sia..* ha! i hope he cry sia.. *roll eyes* this kind of shameless guy would cry?! ha! my ass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to type le la.. whats more no time le now want to break finish le.. sianz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to blog when i go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.12 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;npcc later.. surely very slack de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryan sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114014266970746110?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114014266970746110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114014266970746110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114014266970746110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114014266970746110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-i-hate-him-that-bloody-idiotic.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-114009455696022138</id><published>2006-02-16T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:55:57.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god i have a big feeling that something is going to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something.. everytime when i got that feeling .. something will happen.. it's like my ears go cold suddenly .. then... got a feeling that i can't explain inside my heart .. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop;_ylt=AkWyUOzFB7nMiRPE6TGad5BfVXcA?d=hv&amp;cf=info&amp;amp;id=1808405407"&gt;The Pink Panther&lt;/a&gt; already..&lt;br /&gt;very humorous.. haha.. i laughed my heart out trying to forget what had happened today- don't you DARE ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aghhh 22th January 2006 comon test.. until 28th January 2006.... now my life is going to be boring .. okay enough complains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml NPCC.. noo need to bring Full U !! *jumps around like a moron and starts singing*&lt;br /&gt;No more Heavy Boots~&lt;br /&gt;No More Heavy Clothes~&lt;br /&gt;No More Heavy Bag~&lt;br /&gt;No More Yelling and shouting~~&lt;br /&gt;Only Bring PT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lol the tone of " Every Breath you take")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why no more yelling and shouting ah? cause TML some of us (okay not actually SOME but 20 LCP) is going to PUB to attend some bloody leture .. but only for two fridays (which means tml and 24th Jan) and you would get badge . i heard that they say that we are the 1st batch that will get the BADGE~~~ they say very nice siaaaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think brian (or was it bryan?) got something nuts in his head..&lt;br /&gt;lol why?casue today he walked pass our class room *not the Backstreet Boys one(well i WISH it's the BSB one HEHE) but the senior one sec... 4 de* Siti started yelling "Brian (or was it bryan?) SUCKS!!" then i join in with a "SUCKER~"he didn't go crazy or something.. he go smiling away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;cf=info&amp;amp;id=1808718597&amp;intl=us"&gt;Final Destination 3&lt;/a&gt; ... but like very scary .. then i dont think anyone dared to go with me.. haha~ but siti promised she go with me.... the 1st time i went to the website and there is this thing saying that you have to type in yur name and yada yada.. i type it in and when i went to see the one of the website where they put the casts and who are they and stuff i saw my name .. I COMPLETELY FREAKED OUT!! honestly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha~ im such a scarely cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no kill that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a human ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-114009455696022138?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114009455696022138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=114009455696022138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114009455696022138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/114009455696022138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-god-i-have-big-feeling-that.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113991269207024709</id><published>2006-02-14T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:24:54.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay it's is me or is it that going to a idol of yours concert is very addictive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i think it's me cause everytime i listen to a particular song of backstreet boys, i would flashback and i'll be like in the concert and at that point i would know that im not going to be at the concert anymore, i would feel something sour in my heart . and i hate that feeling!! for god sakes!! going to the concert there is a problem NOT going to the concert there is also a problem.. *sigh* *start chanting* BACKSTREET BOYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i really have to stop the addictive thing!! it's getting annoying because you can't even see them ever again!! now i know that going to a concert there is so many cons .. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i got 20/25 marks for lit today!! can you believe it?! 20/25!! only 5 marks till the full markS!!! *jumps around with delight* i just watched " My Dog Skip" oh bloody hell it's such a sad story .. to me.. i cried till my nose is blocked - as usual LOL. Now in my Music player is playing : L.O.V.E by Ashlee simpson&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? that song is not that bad.. only her dancing sucks ass.. i mean hello?! did you see her pose in the video?! it's like terrible!!! i honestly like "Boyfriend" by Ashlee Simpson more - although the mtv she pose till she looks like a poser.. *sigh* i just realized that i like alot singers that most people hates&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Aaron Carter&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only band that i like which most people like is Simple plan and im not even a good fan cause i don't even buy their album LOL hmm.. Ashlee simpson is getting to be look alike with paris hilton.. i notice that ever since i saw her "pieces of me" MTV i only didn't say that and now when she dyed her hair to blonde , it looks MORE like Paris Hilton - thank god she is less sluty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you even start about Valentine Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113991269207024709?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113991269207024709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113991269207024709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113991269207024709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113991269207024709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-its-is-me-or-is-it-that-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113972802829695586</id><published>2006-02-12T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:07:14.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=oPYE_ZgijtE"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you GOT to see this following video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=oPYE_ZgijtE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/?v=oPYE_ZgijtE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's soo nice!! this proove that BACKSTREET BOYS can sing alright!!! nick looked so cute in it..*dreamy voice*nick... *drools abit* nick.. *drools even more* okay stopp drooling!! *wipes up drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today when out for lunch just not long ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either it's my dads driving got problem or it's people theese days CAN'T drive.. i mean on our way there and back, we nearly met an accident ... THRICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that today&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s sky is soo&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; beautiful...!! &lt;br /&gt;beatiful right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i like the 1st one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st ons is i took it at the car park the other one is i took it from my balcony.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUst like heaven is such a nice movie.. so sweet =) it's realli sweet!!! i'm in love with the show... *sigh* if only i could be the girl.. lol. wait long dude!! *sigh* 2 more days to vday... tml going to take neoprint sia.. so shuang. it's been a loong time since i took neoprint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i want to type out the review of just like heaven.. but suddenly i dun feel like typing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh weelll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wonders what show there is *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*checks the DVD corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hey! i got "in her shoes" going to see later!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113972802829695586?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113972802829695586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113972802829695586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113972802829695586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113972802829695586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-got-to-see-this-following-video.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113965445153166534</id><published>2006-02-11T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T18:40:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mwhaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i FIANLLY can play this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what song ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song that is playing la!! yeah! so happy!! really! i played it just now on guitar .. very much alike !!&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i now very hungry.. but nothing to eat.. cannot go down eat also cause i need to save money to go out tml..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to write le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just telling u that i can play that song le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&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/21091801-113965445153166534?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113965445153166534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113965445153166534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113965445153166534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113965445153166534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/mwhaa-i-fianlly-can-play-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113931617540494527</id><published>2006-02-07T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:47:54.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh fuck my eyes hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from crying in a movie -"i not stupid too" muti times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON ASK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my wallet teacher said that it's only the ezlink - Ya right - when i when to claim it i found my wallet with it.. everything was in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ezlink card [tick]&lt;br /&gt;Money [tick]&lt;br /&gt;photocopy card [tick]&lt;br /&gt;coins  [tick]&lt;br /&gt;ear stick [tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a min.. where the fuck is my Kbox cards and Neoprints?! oh bull!!! the bloody idiot still tore my bloody neoprint at the card- it's the nicest of all thank you!!  $#%%#  idiotic.. asshole.. bullshit AGHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;today.. no picture leix..not no picture la is never take pictures .. soo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very very bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very very very bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super super bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super super super bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough spamming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my eyes are still fucking painful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113931617540494527?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113931617540494527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113931617540494527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113931617540494527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113931617540494527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-fuck-my-eyes-hurts-from-what-from.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113922424301379197</id><published>2006-02-06T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:14:30.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i got a new wallet ; i got a new ezlink ; and i owe alot of money XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's my new so called wallet - okay it's actually is a handphone pouch so.. what the heck? it had a zip and i love the stroke in the middle sooo........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway me and my mum when to hougang mall do to the bloody ezlink thing , i have to take the bloody picture and that guy who takes the picture is $#%^@ SCARY for god sakes!! he is like "no put the arms down; your hair is messy (but it's so not)" and stuff and he look... gay.. &lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt; so it's fucking scary!! okay enough of the crappy ezlink thing after the ezlink thing we went to compass point to get the refund thing for my ezlink .. when i realized that... it takes 5 fucking work days before i can get the bloody refund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiotic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we shrug it off and went to &lt;strong&gt;STARBUCKS&lt;/strong&gt; for a lovely tea break &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got chocolately muffin ; Mwuaks! it's fucking nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much i worship it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my mum got a ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berry merry muffin i think; it smells good but she didn't let me have a bite lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes i change my song.. oh god i love this song so much since i go to backstreet boys concert which nickY~ played this song in classical guitar; and it been sticking in my mind since that so i decided that i wanna learn this song which cause me to be in love with it even more and more... soo... nick is my inspiration ;) love ya nick! incase your wondering this song is by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Climbing The Walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NO he is not climbing the walls to rob some house or something like that it's call climbing the walls because of this song is actually made for "&lt;em&gt;spider-man&lt;/em&gt; TWO" movie but then the producer decided that this song should be sang by Backstreet boys for their lastest album - Never Gone okay i shall stop here before i go OFF topic Lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You&lt;br /&gt;You love me&lt;br /&gt;Let's get together&lt;br /&gt;and kill NELLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwhaha~ im evil :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cause i la!! i take the photo what! lol it's not a computer one i took them at car which is like what? yesterday the yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup that's the day.. no wait it's yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is more and more.. dun feel like typing right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez my reader is killing me for not updating my fanfic like what? a month?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113922424301379197?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113922424301379197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113922424301379197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113922424301379197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113922424301379197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-i-got-new-wallet-i-got-new-ezlink.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113897645584494974</id><published>2006-02-03T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T22:20:55.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost my wallet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up with me man? i keep loosing things for god sakes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday i went to my aunt's house. the one with the dog?-- of cause ; you don't even know who she is!! anyway she is aunt val ((see the previous post for picture)) and i found out that my cousin deb because of contact lenses, she nearly went BLIND &lt;u&gt;BLIND&lt;/u&gt; not kidding wanna see the picture?? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/SHE"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/SHE%27S%20BLIND%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me pointing at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez!! she can even pose a sad-cute pose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/Cool%20but%20messy%20shelf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/Cool%20but%20messy%20shelf.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my aunt's shelf.. i know it's messy&lt;br /&gt;but cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways we went down to the mini mart got ice-cream with this cute stick on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/Ice-cream.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/Ice-cream.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;((( Before )))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/Cute%20ice%20cream%20stick.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/Cute%20ice%20cream%20stick.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((after))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes that's my leg at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough about YESTERDAY now for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay today is the bloody day that i lost my bloody wallet&lt;br /&gt;idiotic stupid asshole..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today Siti yelled at nelly the super annoying bloody fucking irrating arsehole bitch ass girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;em&gt;heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you! i have always wanted to yelled at nelly - and when siti yelled at her , the whole entire class SHUT UP in MATHS period- which is super noisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough of yelling-- HEY speaking of &lt;em&gt;yelling&lt;/em&gt;  i yelled at &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; during break; it was heaven again cause i was already in a piss mood and she was like "SHUT UP LA!" cause i just yelled across the class wanting my friend to help me and i went "WAS IT MY VOICE OR YOURS?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay really enough of yelling i have the perfect dream this morning / yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bloody-fucking-hell &lt;u&gt;PERFECT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i dream that i was at my school when i saw nick - i freaked and nick say" yo chill..." i particulary begged him to give him his autograph &amp; take a picture with ne than nick said that okay but later cuz he had a performance and i said okay. they sang "safest place to hide" then after the performace nick asked me to go to the nearby mall i nodded and we saw aaron carter there (lmao) and they started a performace on stage the manager told them to choose 3 girls to spend the whole day with them(bsb) but i didn't know and i was very annoyed becuz it's really long so i YELLED at him i yelled "NICK!! YOU STILL OWE ME AN AUTOGRAPH AND PICTURE!!" and nick pointed at me i was like huh? THEN i realized that i was picked and the 2 other girls was picked, we all went to a hotel room (don't think dirty guys)and we just sit there hav a heart to heart conversation after the conversation we went to a club when the manager told nick to choose one of the girls whom can spent the next whole week with them and nick chooses me (lmfao) the two other girls was like "WHAT THE F**!?" and leave with two bodyguards ''guarding'' them out and when finally i got his autograph and picture together ..we kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..can u exactually believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE KISSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KISSED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i told my friends without the kissing part cause i knew that they will go "eeeeww" and stuff.. but back to the dreams - if it's really happening i would faint right NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thumps down *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol speaking of thumps down . Me He Ying, Li Qi , Siti Have decided that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the group of 7 DEADLY SINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's : Sloth&lt;br /&gt;Siti: Warth&lt;br /&gt;He Ying; Gluttony&lt;br /&gt;Li Qi : Envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLoth devil #03 *grins evilly* i love the sound of THAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113897645584494974?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113897645584494974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113897645584494974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113897645584494974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113897645584494974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-lost-my-wallet.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113878194665705075</id><published>2006-02-01T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:32:21.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im allergic to something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's coconut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;coconut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez i woke up and i dragged myself to the toilet. after that i get a cake to eat and i taste.. &lt;strong&gt;coconut...&lt;/strong&gt; the next bloody thing i know .. im itching all over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bloody Hell!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itchy here, itchy there, idiotic.. i went for a bath and came out .. my itches are better.. relaxed abit and almost emptied all the lotion on my body trying to stop the itch after that managed to relax more and went to school..&lt;br /&gt;was at the bus stop.. waiting for the bloody bus.. and the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00344.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bloody driver was like driving so fucking slow.. knn.. reached school at 7..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;English&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to teacher talking about some crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Art&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked the whole 3 periods was enjoying the whole thing when my itch started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Science&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to get some anti-itch lotions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Break&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at class didn't feel like eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chinese&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody chinese test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Home Econ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to be a good girl done all homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked the whole period teacher didn't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go compass point with li qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;li qi bough old chang kee and fries.. didn't get any cause didn't bring enough bucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00346.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00346.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;still eat infront of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for mum come.. went for lunch &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got potatoe gratin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bon appite..(how to spell that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when home.. blog halfway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;itch came back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chee bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the anti- itch lotion and poured nearly the whole thing on the floor by accident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still itching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kao bei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113878194665705075?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113878194665705075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113878194665705075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113878194665705075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113878194665705075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-allergic-to-something.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113862978972687792</id><published>2006-01-30T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:03:09.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Music Mood: All About Us - T.a.T.u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy chinese new year!!! it's 9.52PM now.. hmm i'm freaking bored.. please i would kindly skip all those chinese new year crap ..... honestly!.. the only thing that is interesting is that.. i won 7 bucks by gambling.. heheh~ i only foke out around 1 bucks and got 6 bucks in return.. hehehe~ that's all..hmm. wanna see some random pictures? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and debbz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and My aunt- val&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My and my coz- kiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiara acting fierce. *chokes* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway.. geez im so bored.... ther is like nothing to do..hmm.. i wonder how much is there in my hongbao....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113862978972687792?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113862978972687792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113862978972687792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113862978972687792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113862978972687792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/01/music-mood-all-about-us-t.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113851135909831642</id><published>2006-01-29T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T13:09:19.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!!&lt;br /&gt;i have one thing to say................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICKY!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway wanna checkout some of my random new year clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00302.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from the 1st one to the last one&lt;br /&gt;1) my ear ring i wore today to go to pray&lt;br /&gt;2) my converse shoes&lt;br /&gt;3) my Tshirt behind infront is plain black&lt;br /&gt;4) My pants&lt;br /&gt;5) my pants the side. the reason why i bought it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's beautiful right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/Nails%20#1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/Nails%20%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Nails numba 1 but my whole family said it's ugly.. geez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/Nails%20#2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/Nails%20%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol and this is my nails numba 2... it's not my style. but im laazy to redo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE RANDOM PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;crappiest corner at the wall LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00317.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My neighbour hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00316.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00316.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother benjamin playing computer--- SHHSS!! HE DIDN'T KNOW I TOOK THIS PICTURE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/DSC00318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/DSC00318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful picture bought at ... aust.. i think.. my bro's mines dophine  or however u spell the stupid name LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post when i'm free..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113851135909831642?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113851135909831642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113851135909831642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113851135909831642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113851135909831642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-i-have-one-thing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113833221607256978</id><published>2006-01-27T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:23:36.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that it's been along time since i updated my fanfiction..&lt;br /&gt;geeez! im on writers block....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My reader is going to Kill me...&lt;/div&gt;and i just realized that internet there is nothing better else to do.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is my life so boring~~??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe~ in our class got alot of peeps nv come... at least i don't have to face some ""ba gua"" in our class....... i have alot of ""ba gua"" in my house.. and i'm soo sick of it.. and i dont wanna face more "ba gua" in our class.. sooooo.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god my thoart still hurts...&lt;br /&gt;i have totally no voice at all..&lt;br /&gt;i dont even bother to find a Doc......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez the libary is getting noisy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113833221607256978?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113833221607256978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113833221607256978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113833221607256978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113833221607256978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/01/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113833170034833236</id><published>2006-01-27T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:15:00.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music mood Now: Weird World *cough bsb cough*&lt;br /&gt;TiMe: 10.58am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hey Hey~~ *sigh* i now in school now and i have nothing better else to do ... cause... now it's recuess or however you spell the stupid word( i can't seems to type this shity word..) anyway i woke up with a bloody headache..  *sigh* must be the stupid dong gua cha or however you spell the stupid word that i drank last night........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is New Year EVE eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* tml is the terrible day that my aunt(s) go " ehh!! beatrice!! grow up le ah!! got boyfriend or not.." *sigh* so busybody for what? i got boyfriend also none of your buz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he ying at my side very irrating.. keep CORRECTING my spelling.. *swears* she keep pushing me about the name .... very irrating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP LA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**shows you the fist**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now during IT... wei an(the black one, the white one didnt come.. DON ASK ME - heh heh~ i just scolded heying to diam diam) anyway wei an (blackie) quarrelled with IT teacher because something about the shirt.... i wonder why everytime our classmate will quarrel with teachers.. the 1st one is white wei an quarrel with maths teacher about cellphone when bee xian go $^%%&amp; around .... the 2nd one is i think it's wei liang quarrel with maths teacher..---- again.. like last year-- hey wait!! last year i didn't tell u right? agh forget it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!! Thank god!! he ying finally -- (i was about to type shut up when she go kb again..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fuck that...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very very sian.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;fuck u fuck u fuck u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time: 11.07Am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mood: 50% fuck 50% okay ((fuck cause he ying -- I SHALL TYPE UR NAME UNTILL U SHUT UP!!))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ps:around 10 min to type ba.....&lt;br /&gt;Pss: fucking celebration later............*growls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113833170034833236?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113833170034833236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113833170034833236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113833170034833236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113833170034833236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/01/music-mood-now-weird-world-cough-bsb_27.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113826277551017459</id><published>2006-01-26T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T16:08:01.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music Mood now : SIberia&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4.00PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!~ im back with my BACKSTREET BOYS concert review or whatever you called that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK POINTED AT ME!! HE STOOD ON THE SPEAKERS INFRONT AND POINTED AT MEE!!!!! HONESTLY!!&lt;br /&gt;my hand, my thoart my legs hurts..&lt;br /&gt;hand- waving lightstick (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Thoart - yelling (like duh`)&lt;br /&gt;Legs - Jumping LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay when i reach the indoor stadium there is fans everywhere!! chaotic!!! when we walk pass this place that is surrounded by ppl i was curious and i went to check it out&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/we%20still%20love%20bsb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/we%20still%20love%20bsb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we have this thing and write messages around and stuff.. *cough i was so nervous that i wrote wrong words Cough* they say during 'i still..' they will present it to them AND THEY DID!!!!nick commented that is was hott!!! we reached the staduim i tot we aren't suppose to bring cams, but there is soooo many peeps who bring cams!!! i thought when i took the pictures it's clear.. but.... when the concert start... #$%$^%^% BRIGHT!!!! aghh!!!! YOU CAN ONLY SEE 5 WHITE FIGURES OVER THERE!! so no pictures... anyway they sang :&lt;br /&gt;The call&lt;br /&gt;More then that&lt;br /&gt;Climbing the walls&lt;br /&gt;shape of my heart&lt;br /&gt;SIberia&lt;br /&gt;as long as you love me ((that's the song when he pointed at mee!!)&lt;br /&gt;I still..&lt;br /&gt;The One..&lt;br /&gt;quit playing games with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Just want u to know!!&lt;br /&gt;i want it that way&lt;br /&gt;all i have to give&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Drowning&lt;br /&gt;i never break your heart&lt;br /&gt;EveryBody(backstreets back)&lt;br /&gt;show me the meaning of being lonely&lt;br /&gt;weirddd worrlldd&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Woman..&lt;br /&gt;Larger then life and&lt;br /&gt;3 videos that they customized slot into the middle somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;the 1st vid is the song 'Don't want you back'&lt;br /&gt;then the next is ' never gone'&lt;br /&gt;the last is ' We gotta going on'&lt;br /&gt;the fans (including me) sing along with ALL songs!!!hmmm i forgot.. oh it's not according but i remembered that 'the call' and 'beautiful woman' is AT THE same time i was too busy freaking out LOLanyway nick played guitar in "i just want you to know" and "climbing the walls" During 'Climbing the walls' Nick pretended to hide behind the speakers that were infront while brian said" do you want to listen to nick play the guitar?" ((or something like that)) we yelled yes (like duh~) and brian look around trying to find nick and walk to the speaker dragging nick by the ear and during 'I just want you to know' Brian told nick to play and nick was like "what?!" and brian" what what?!" LOL and there is one part where nick is up to make a speech and he put his wateer bottle on the speakers; after the speech nick went "and where is my water bottle? oh there it is!" and During Everybody, they changed the infront to just music and nick was like ' i like to move it move it i like to move it move it we like to move it move it YOU LIKE TO (direct mic at us) ' We yelled 'Move it!' of cause~ lol and..hmm... there is one part where it's larger then life suddenly the whole stage when dark and there is white light flashing and they dance it was totally COOL~!!!!!!! and during drowning ; KEv told us to take out our cellphone and wave them in the darkkk......and after the concert alot of fans ran to the back door.. waiting for them.. when suddenly.. we sang "every body" till they came out they DID came out (of cuz~) we was like "EVERYBODY YEAH!! YEAA~ ROCK YOUR BODY YA! YEAH~ EVERY BODY YEAH! ROCK YOUR BODY RIGHT~ BACKSTREET'S BACK ALRIGHT!!!!!!"LOL.. I LOVE THE CONCERT!!!! AND I SAW KEV,AJ IN THEIR VANS. AND AJ AND NICK WALKING OUT THE DOOR!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there is a local actor/singer/host sat beside me but i dunno who he is oh god ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought this from the concert i was about to buy the shirt but it causes 30 bucks!! and the poster was 10 bucks!! FREAKING EXPENSIVE!! so i just bought this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/1600/24th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7736/2130/320/24th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;((the front and back))hmm.... howie did most of the talking and kev played panio @ Weird world (oh god i love that song) and Incomplete..hmm... nick gave a drum stick to a fan and i can't GET IT AGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!****sigghh*** on the bright side.. i SAW THEM IN CONCERT! oh god.. my thoart hurts like hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even knew that going to a concert there is also a con..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay enough of BACKSTREET BOYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, is this the end of the world? He Ying said that backstreet boys rocks like aaron carter lol rock on !!!! anyway the Music in my blog have went slightly nuts.... i dunno why please dun ask.. i guess it's thewebsite down for today*coughthat'swhattheysaycough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey brb i nid a toilet break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey im back from my toilet break!! my arms hurts when i move it, my leg hurts when i bent down, my thoart hurts when i speak, my stomuch hurts when i laugh/cough&lt;br /&gt;aghh!! how can my day get any worst??&lt;br /&gt;and i just rememeber that we are going to have a show and tell in school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bad at talking at 40+ ppl!!!! today i scold a particuar &lt;em&gt;some one&lt;/em&gt; he is so fucking annoying that i nearly slapp his face; hmm weird now in "backstreet boys radio" it's playing ' chirstmas time ' lOL... it's not even chirstmas.. (i wish too thou) **Sigh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i confess.. i want to go to their concert once more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;COME BACK BACKSTREET BOYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mood: desprate for backstreet boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time: 4.06PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ps: OMG IT TOOK 6 MINS TO TYPE ?!!? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pss: i do type fast..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113826277551017459?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113826277551017459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113826277551017459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113826277551017459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113826277551017459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/01/music-mood-now-siberia-time-4.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113808828600448978</id><published>2006-01-24T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:38:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay honestly im bored.. so i did something LOL. lamearse of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 5 Songs you Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;safest place to hide - Backstreet boys..(yes the ringtone LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Help me - Nick carter&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Fly- Hilary Duff..(or druff???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 5 Movies you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Narnia(because 'peter' look so cute!! lol not really..)&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter III (I despise four)&lt;br /&gt;Monster INC&lt;br /&gt;Beauty And the Beast (Childish? i know but it reminds me of forbbin - or however you spell it ) love&lt;br /&gt;Mean Girls (thou i hate Lindsay Lohan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 5 bands you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Backstreet boys...(duh``)&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;Black eye peas&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 5 Actor/Actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Tom Felton(( Draco Malfoy in Harry potter(s)))&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Chad murray (did i spelt his name right? he acts A Cinderella story the guy))&lt;br /&gt;Hillary Duff (( who don't KNOW her for god sakes?! she acts in A cinderella Story))&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise (no reasons)&lt;br /&gt;Nick carter( lol i just realized that he DID act before..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 5 Singers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Nick carter..(he did go solo before..-roll eyes-)&lt;br /&gt;Britney spears..(i just like her songs..)&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson (i loovee her songs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NONE at the moment.. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 5 place you go often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Plaza Sing&lt;br /&gt;Rivervale Mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Compass Point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hougang mall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;im' offically BORED&lt;/span&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/21091801-113808828600448978?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113808828600448978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113808828600448978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113808828600448978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113808828600448978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-honestly-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113808710175764962</id><published>2006-01-24T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:18:21.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 3.09PM Tuesday January 24 2006 -- no you didn't read wrongly, neither your computer screen have problems neither is your eyesights neither i typed wrongly . &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's 24th January 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the day of.... u damn right BACKSTREET BOYS CONCERT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! shall be leaving at 6PM and showering at 4+PM..... shall post about Backstreet boys concert when i come back... okay enough of Backstreet boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in school during maths period, the teacher is MR SEE.. weird sir name.. i know.. ((Mr.See , if you are reading this PLEASE don't be angry)) confiscated a guy's cell -- i think his name is shi yun or something like that. anyway the reason why he confiscated his cell because he took out the cell , so he go chaotic-- who wont?comon!! shi yun..jun? either one, he scolded Mr.See for that obviously Mr.See defended himself by yelling back and Wei an-- another guy who is Shi Jun's friend yelled back for him, so chao break loose.. etc etc.. *sigh* why does always our class have this kind of crappy problem??? I mean .. i think that it's shi jun or whatever his name is 's fault because at school we aren't suppose to bring cellphone let alone TAKE it out.. so.. Mr.See have the rights to confiscate it, besides.. he promised to return after class.. well.. Wei an yelled back for him -- wrong but he tried to reason with the teacher. so........nothing to say LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wonder if nick will play guitar later on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time: 3.17PM&lt;br /&gt;Mood: HappY (duh``)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PSes: im getting crappy about someone... *growls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113808710175764962?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113808710175764962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113808710175764962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113808710175764962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113808710175764962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/01/yo-whats-up-its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113800813458082111</id><published>2006-01-23T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:22:14.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god i feel like crying now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's Monday Jan 2006 ; 4.56PM now.. and.. backstreet boys just landed 40mins ago... and yet im at home blogging? i know i know, 'WHY DIDN'T YOU GO?!' because &lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; when i'm released from school it's already 2+ &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; when i get home it's around 3+ &lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; no one wants to accompany me... that's so bull!! My Media now is playing.. "That's what she said" by Backstreet boys.. like duh~.. in another note; Tomorrow is &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;concert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET OVER IT BEATRICE!! GET OVER THE AIRPORT WELCOME!!!GET OVER IT BEATRICE!! GET OVER THE AIRPORT WELCOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think im over it now.. i &lt;em&gt;guess&lt;/em&gt; i hope.. *sigh* Anyway let''s start from today morning when i wake up .. shall we? i woke up today with a freaking headache because .... actually i don't know LOL anyway i looked into the mirror and i realized that i had a freaking fucking serious &lt;strong&gt;bad hair day&lt;/strong&gt; i hate bad hair days because it look soo ugly that it turn me from ugly to uglier. Desperately after having my breakfast and changing of clothes i piled gel on it but ; it turn me from uglier to ugliest..&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; $&amp;^%^&amp;amp;% so i decided to wash the ^%$$&amp; gel off and tuck my hair behind my ears. When i was at the bus ; i realized that i took the EARLIER bus #$%^&amp;^!!!!it's so freaking early when i reached the school there is like particularly no one in the class esp for some morning freaks that goes to school so early -- trust me i'm so not one of them. the 1st period was PE we normally run around the #$%^ school 3 times before doing other PE stuff . today the timing was 3 rounds 11 mins; not cool. i always take more mins then that for god sakes!!! so i have no choice but to run...... but guess what?? today i run alone instead running with my friends and.... when i reached the ending point at the last round it's 9.45!!!!!!!!!! it took me 9.45 mins to run 3 rounds!! I  BROKE  MY  REC!!!!  OKay enough of PE , when i went back to class room, i realized i forget to bring &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;-My file&lt;strong&gt; B&lt;/strong&gt;- my English text book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&amp;^^%##$ &lt;/div&gt;i know..&lt;br /&gt;but thank god that today my english teacher didn't even touch the text book!!! amen dude!! LOL oh during the last period my #$% cellphone RANG and my MP3 ring tone was 'Safest Place To Hide' from 'Backstreet boys' -duh`- and it goes like this&lt;br /&gt;"Can you see me?&lt;br /&gt;Here i am..&lt;br /&gt;standing here like i always have..&lt;br /&gt;And when words are not enough&lt;br /&gt;i climb inside your heart is to find&lt;br /&gt;you my safest place to hide" (chours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the class was in chaos nosiy and stuff when suddenly..(the marron colour is my thoughts and Green is the Mp3 ringtone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Can you see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fuck!! shut up  and no one will see you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here i Am!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CRAP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;standing here.. like i always there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thank god that the class is ^^%^$ noisy and i hit the 'busy' tone button and it stop INSTANTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen dude!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood Now: Crappy  - u know what -&lt;br /&gt;Time Now : 5.19PM&lt;br /&gt;PSes..: If you wondering why i must hide the cellphone so much ; it's becuz our school aren't allow to bring cellphone to school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113800813458082111?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113800813458082111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113800813458082111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113800813458082111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113800813458082111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-god-i-feel-like-crying-now.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113791249274926706</id><published>2006-01-22T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:48:12.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Hey Hey~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 22.01.2006 Saturday now and it's 2.36PM now.. hmm afternoon (duh~) anyway im soo high today.. maybe it's because im going to shop for my chinese new year clothes in junction 8 at first when i saw this super host thingy is going there and i figure out that there will be alot of ppl soo.. i decided to go to ochard road or however you spell the stupid name instead. today i woke up with a prefect dream.. guess what?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  2 more days till Backstreet Boys Never Gone ConcerT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  plus this is the 1st time im going to see them sooo.. im soo excited!!! i dream that i was at my sit yelling for them and the crowd is going CHAOS!! then i remembered that Nick Carter ** the fav of mine in BSB** Is suppose to pick one of the fan to stage and.... HE PICKED ME!! whahaha~ okay enough of BSB..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been recieving some .. weird emails from a guy call "ali" saying something about marriage 1st impression was.." WHAT THE FUCK?~ HELLO? I'M ONLY 14 FOR GOD SAKES!!!" so i decided to ignore him maybe he will not sent once more but i just recieved the 2nd one at 2.42PM yes, just not long ago, i deleted it hoping that he will not sent once more, if he did i swear im soo going to block him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agh! how i hate THEM, guess who? oh screw that you don't even know what class am i in... there is a group in our class which they named themseleves 'Destiny 8' they sucks ass, they can just go kiss my ass dude!! guess what they did? they keep saying lies and lies of us. i hate them okay that is all i wanna type...for today.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood Now: Excited to go SHoPpInG!!!~~&lt;br /&gt;Time Now : 2.48PM&lt;br /&gt;How it took only 13 mins to type COOL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113791249274926706?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113791249274926706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113791249274926706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113791249274926706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113791249274926706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-hey-hey-its-22.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21091801.post-113750101510865923</id><published>2006-01-17T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T20:30:15.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feeling soo... miserable today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21091801-113750101510865923?l=the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113750101510865923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21091801&amp;postID=113750101510865923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113750101510865923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21091801/posts/default/113750101510865923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-woes-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-feeling-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>BeatRice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083512109042108235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
